<?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-1385925220910518122</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:03:11.479-07:00</updated><category term='A Time For Healing'/><title type='text'>My Life-Just Beginning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-344264944387527622</id><published>2010-01-17T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:26:48.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haygoods Shows Review from Dec. 2009-Jan. 2010</title><content type='html'>WOW! It doesn't seem like it has been a few weeks since we were in Branson. The last Haygoods show we attended was December 2008. The year flew by and the anticipation grew. I try to bring a little of 'home' to Timothy, Patrick, Dominic,Shawn,Michael,Matthew, Catherine and Aaron Haygood. This time it was homemade Vietnamese eggrolls (made by a coworker) and Whitey's Sgt. Camo ice cream. The ice cream is graham cracker with marshmallow creme and dark chocolate swirled throughout. It tastes like a frozen smores. It was interesting in keep both frozen from Davenport Ia to Branson Mo. But, nothing thawed and it arrived safely. Joanna and I arrived Wednesday the 30th and went directly to the Americana Theatre to get our tickets. What a delightful surprise to have Patrick (aka Dimples) there to meet us and collect the goodies. We got our tickets and then headed to the hotel to unpack and get ready for the first of our four Haygood shows. Our seats were all FRONT row center and we knew they would not have a normal show the entire time. We actually warned them that 'you have had a calm year until now...haha'. But, we were also told by a couple of them that they missed us and were looking forward to the antics. Prior to the shows Patrick comes out and all three sections have a balloon sack race. Needless to say we only won on one night. We made some new friends and go reacqainted with our other friends. Lots of cheers, hollars, YEE HAAAWs and laughs all week. During the introduction of each family member we made sure they knew they were appreciated. When they do the 'Blues Brothers' SHOUT routine the entire family has on dark shades. As the lights dimmed to begin the skit we reached in our bags and pulled out our matching attire. To say the least there is always a few grins from the stage as we sit there and enjoy the show. We then put them back in the bags and continue on. The tapping routine has changed to include ALL the Haygood guys. They tap so strongly and for so long YOU are worn out when they are through..haha We always give them a standing ovation whether anyone joins us or not. A couple of the shows Tim came out and talked about how they got started and then introduced the violin performances of 'Eleanor Rigby' and 'Amazing Grace.' Two of the nights they added, as Tim put it, a great song by a Bluegrass band called Bohemian it is titled 'Queens Rhapsody'....LOL He admitted later it had been banned by Branson city council and the actual name and group. He also commented 'this is a first for Branson. Something that was written AFTER 1965.' and then laughed 'I have always wanted to say that.' Each night Dominic pulled an unsuspecting woman onstage to be fought over by him and Michael during 'My Girl.' Ever woman in the audience wants to be part of that tug of war. ;-D During the Christmas show Dominic talks to Patrick and says there is a lady who has been sooooo naughty she didn't get anything for Christmas. Then he pulls the SAME one up on stage and gives her prank gifts from a big box onstage. Michael is in the box and brings out all kinds of things. At one point Dom tells him to find 'something she can take home to keep her warm OR something for the grandkids.' To which he pulls Aaron out with a pretty bow on his head. We immediately hollar a cheer to Aaron's blushing annoyance. Each of the ladies get one of my cards so we can send them pictures of their involvement. You can purchase DVDs of each show, which I did, but it is nice to also have a prints of your special time. Patrick's version of 'Great Balls of Fire' ends with a flame coming out of the piano. Needless to say, that is not the only thing that is HOT!! ha The Christmas show has their versions of traditional and fun songs. Another skit done with Aaron and Dominic has Dom lamenting that he has no one for Christmas or New Years and 'it is going to be cold and lonely.' We 'awwwww' for him which causes him to move his hands if asking for 'more awws' and then thumbs UP when it is good. He then says 'I am 27 and single', which he thinks should cause more 'awwws', but instead causes LOUD CHEERS! He and Aaron cannot make any of the nights with a straight face or the same dialogue. Oh what fun. Then they break into 'Merry Christmas Baby' and the entire family joins in the singing and dancing. Michael has a skit with Aaron when he sings 'I'll Be Home for Christmas'. There is a conversation between the two brothers that is deleted from a couple shows. It is not bad-just the audience...haha I could tell you about all the songs but then you would miss out on your own fun. The Christmas portion ends with Dominic's emotionally charged 'Mary Did You Know'. The audience is in complete silence and many tears when he is done. He has done this for about 7 years or so and he never tires. It is a song that should NEVER be omitted from these shows. If you are looking to view one of the shows from the past season I would suggest January 2, 2010. Best performances, laughs and overall enjoyment. The family and audience was AMAZING!! Thanks for letting me share. Annette www.thehaygoods.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-344264944387527622?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/344264944387527622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=344264944387527622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/344264944387527622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/344264944387527622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2010/01/haygoods-shows-review-from-dec-2009-jan.html' title='Haygoods Shows Review from Dec. 2009-Jan. 2010'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-9062670654824168915</id><published>2009-03-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:38:52.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SbP_xC99v7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/e_rH-3ArmRc/s1600-h/IMG1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310869603675389874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SbP_xC99v7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/e_rH-3ArmRc/s320/IMG1553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a view I took from Ron's, PGR member, bike as we were escorting Sgt. Schuyler Patch's body to Kewanee Il.  Schuyler was killed in Afghanistan by an IED (improvised explosive device).  On Thursday there were almost 100 bikes, the hearse, family members and other PGR members in their vehicles to escort him from the Quad Cities Airport to home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All along the route each town had people on the side of the road with flags or quietly standing to pay their Respects for this Fallen Soldier.  It is hard to explain the emotions that you experience when others show a Hero this much Honor.  When we reached Kewanee there was a ceremony with the local bands, Veterans groups and his unit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday a large group of PGR went back to Kewanee and stood the Flag line outside of the high school for visitation and then the funeral.  We then had 6-8 motorcycles lead the motorcade to the cemetery. When the funeral started most of us went to the cemetery to set up our Flag line and wait for them to arrive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of the members of the PGR are Gold Star families themselves.  These are wives/husbands/mothers/fathers/siblings of a soldier that was killed in action.  We try to keep a good eye on them.  It is amazing to watch how they comfort the newer GS Families while still grieving (some a few years or months) themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am PROUD to be a part of the PGR and to know some amazing men and women who volunteer to show our military how much we are grateful for everything they do or have done for our Freedoms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-9062670654824168915?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/9062670654824168915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=9062670654824168915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/9062670654824168915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/9062670654824168915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-view-i-took-from-rons-pgr.html' title=''/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SbP_xC99v7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/e_rH-3ArmRc/s72-c/IMG1553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-4529852746523249869</id><published>2009-02-27T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:00:34.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Marine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/Safi37y-_XI/AAAAAAAAABw/kJ33NV5Ww7M/s1600-h/Marine+at+The+Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307460136451636594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/Safi37y-_XI/AAAAAAAAABw/kJ33NV5Ww7M/s200/Marine+at+The+Wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subject: A MarineI like the fact that if you are a self-declared enemy of America, Running into a Marine outfit in combat is your worst nightmare... And that your health record is either about to get a lot thicker, or be closed out entirely. I like the fact that Marines are steadfast and consistent in everything they Do... Regardless of whether you agree with them or not. I like the fact that Marines view the term 'politically correct' with Nothing but pure disdain.I like the fact that Marines stand tall and rigid in their actions, thoughts, And deeds when others bend with the direction of the wind and are as confused as A dog looking at a ceiling fan. I like the fact that each and every Marine considers the honor and legacy of The Corps as his personal and sacred trust to protect and defend. I like the fact that most civilians don't have a clue what makes us tick. And that's not a bad thing. Because if they did, it would probably scare the Hell out of them. I like the fact that others say they want to be like us, but don't have What it takes in the Pain-Gain-Pride department to make it happen.I like the fact that the Marines came into being in a bar, named Tun Tavern. And That Marines still gather in pubs, bars and slop chutes to share sea stories and Hot scoop. I like the fact that Marines do not consider it a co-incidence that there are 24 hours in a day and 24 beers in a case. Because Marines know there is a reason For everything that happens. I like our motto... SEMPER FIDELIS, And the fact that we don't shed it When the going gets tough, the battlefield gets deadly or when we hang up our Uniform for the last time. I like the fact that Marines take care of each other... In combat and time of Peace.I like the fact that Marines know the difference between 'Chicken Salad' and 'Chicken Shit' and aren't afraid to call either for What it is. I like the fact that the people of America hold Marines in the highest esteem And that they know that they can count on us to locate, close with, and destroy Those who would harm them. I like the fact that people think we are cocky.... Yet we know that we have Confidence in everything we do and the fact that they don't know the taste Of that makes them look at us as if we are arrogant. I like that fact that we know the taste of freedom and would give our very Lives for it. And that it is a taste the protected will never know.I like the fact that Ronald Reagan said... 'Some people spend an entire Lifetime wondering if they made a difference... Marines don't have that Problem!' I like the fact that we are brothers to the end... And that no matter what Happens in life, we know that we have one another's 'six'. I like the fact that an elected member of congress felt compelled to Publicly accuse the Marine Corps of being 'radical and extreme'. And I Also like the fact that our Commandant informed that member of congress that she Was absolutely correct and that he passed on his thanks for the Compliment.I like the fact that Marine leaders - of every rank - know that issuing every Man and woman a black beret - or polka-dotted boxer shorts for that matter - Does absolutely nothing to promote morale, fighting spirit or combat Effectiveness. I like the fact that Marines are Marines first... Regardless of age, race, Creed, color, sex, and national origin, or how long they served, their former Rank, or what goals they achieve in life. I like Marines...and I love the fact that I am humbled to walk among the ranks Of other Marines.I like the fact that you always know where you stand with a Marine. With Marines, there is no middle ground or gray area. There are only Missions, Objectives and Facts. In closing...if you aren't a Marine, the next best thing is to have a Marine for a husband, wife, and father, mother, brother, sister, son, daughter, best friend, or friend. SAEPE EXPERTUS, SEMPER FIDELIS, FRATRES AETERNI (Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend shared this letter with me and I wanted to share it with you. I was blessed because Dad was a Marine and always shared the Pride he had in being one. I also have a few cousins and some very special friends who served. The above letter completely sums them all up. If you ever meet a Marine make sure you say THANK YOU for your Service and give them a BIG HUG!! For that matter-anyone that has served deserves the same reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless them all-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annette 'Patches' Wood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud daughter of a US Marine Veteran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-4529852746523249869?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/4529852746523249869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=4529852746523249869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4529852746523249869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4529852746523249869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2009/02/marine.html' title='A Marine'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/Safi37y-_XI/AAAAAAAAABw/kJ33NV5Ww7M/s72-c/Marine+at+The+Wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-1294237693336153530</id><published>2009-02-12T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:06:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We laughed, cried and hugged-WHAT A DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SZS0W0Z98yI/AAAAAAAAABo/wnE027Bz94Q/s1600-h/IMG1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302060965439599394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SZS0W0Z98yI/AAAAAAAAABo/wnE027Bz94Q/s200/IMG1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPC. Philip Pannier was Killed in Action in Iraq on January 8, 2008. He was part of the 101st Airborne out of Ft. Campbell Ky. There were 9 members of that unit that gave the 'Ultimate sacrifice' for our Freedom. The picture is of his mother and the guys in the unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, February 8, 2009 we had the opportunity to meet with many of men in his unit for a Memorial. We met with his parents and other Gold Star family members. I have described some of our day for you.&lt;br /&gt;All the PGR met at McDonalds in Knoxville (even without our McNailer) then went to pick up the Panniers, Palmers, Gayle Tharp and Jeff Baumgardner. We then went to the Super 8 to pick up the 17 or so guys from the 101st Airborne out of Ft. Campbell Ky to go to the gravesite of SPC. Philip Pannier. I started through the line for hugs and the others were like 'Hey, do we get our turn to hug them.' Told them to get in line. One of the guys (Mike) had a big truck that he used as a 'dirt bike' in Ky on Thurs or Friday. It was covered in dried mud/dirt from roof to tires. Took a pic of him proudly standing next to it. They also had signs written on ALL the vehicles describing their very colorful and thought provoke nickname.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the gravesite. The guys all stood around it with tears in their eyes. Cowboy, Terry and Pastor Rob spoke. They told us to let the guys know how much we loved them and to thank them for their sacrifices. I don't think there was one over 21 and hardly any THAT old. Looking at all of them you just wanted to hug them until the hurt went away. We took several pictures of them behind Panniers tombstone-which included Mrs. Pannier and Phillip's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;We went on to AJ's Bar for dinner. Part of the bar had tables and the food. The other part had the bar with only a doorway between them. After they ate the guys decided to continue their socializing. Terry joined in one shot of a Keigerbomb (sp) and then decided NO MORE! I joined them in one shot. We had 3 Wise Men (Jose Cuervo, Jim Bean and Jack Daniels). They then thought of trying the 4 Horsemen (add Jimmy Walker Red-I think) Deb and Mrs. Palmer heard all the cheering and hollering and said they were having a good time and wondered what was going on. Then Lola said 'hey where's Annette?'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Palmer told me 'I thought you were a nice girl. I have lost all Respect for you now trying to corrupt those young little boys'. Then she roared with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;There were LOTS of hugs and cheek kissing by the guys. I tried to resist but it was hopeless....hahaha&lt;br /&gt;One of the poor guys had quite a few shots. After I finished talking to a few of them and was walking back to the table he yelled 'PATCHES I love you!' and kept hugging me and wouldn't let go. I said 'Honey, I love you too. Now sit down.' Several of the others kept echoing the same phrase. One of the guys is going to mail me a patch from their unit if I promised him I would put it on my vest. I had given a few of them my card in case any wanted pictures. He even told me the spot he wanted it placed and pointed it out. (no more need added.... ;D ) PATCHES is my PGR ride name which is on my vest. I will tell you, if you ask, why that is my name.&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Lisa came in with their karoake machine and they were all ready to sing. The guys did a few songs, not very well and booed each other most of it, and then it was the PGR member's turn. We did 'God Bless the USA' and they started singing with us. I rode up with Deb and Ken so I left with them after that. Before we left we went back and gave each of them one last hug. We told them 'Thank you for your Service and remember we love you.' They were VERY appreciative of all of us being there. They said the PGR is great and wished they had this much support back home. I went up to one of the guys and told his girlfriend 'I only want to borrow him for a moment.' ;) I told him thank you and we loved them. He was so emotional and hugged me so tight even when I loosened up he didn't let go. His knees almost buckled as he cried. Deb rubbed his back and eventually she got to hug him as he cried.&lt;br /&gt;It was FUN and REWARDING and I wouldn't have traded it for anything. I can't even imagine what the other guys we know have gone through. It takes a special person to CHOSE that life for our Freedoms. These young men already have scars that will take alot of time to heal-if ever.&lt;br /&gt;We will have several more Memorial runs this year, as well as, the 'All Eras Veterans Healing Field' in August to honor our men and women in the Armed forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-1294237693336153530?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/1294237693336153530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=1294237693336153530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1294237693336153530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1294237693336153530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-laughed-cried-and-hugged-what-day.html' title='We laughed, cried and hugged-WHAT A DAY!!'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SZS0W0Z98yI/AAAAAAAAABo/wnE027Bz94Q/s72-c/IMG1347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-4257464288921855805</id><published>2009-01-21T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:00:18.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXcaB3ITcnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8tvCIUXpcew/s1600-h/Nailer+plaque.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293728506278277746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXcaB3ITcnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8tvCIUXpcew/s320/Nailer+plaque.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXcZygc-32I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1kKcYI6K7qY/s1600-h/Patches+plaque.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293728242492956514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXcZygc-32I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1kKcYI6K7qY/s320/Patches+plaque.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW! I can't believe it has been since August that I have blogged. I guess when I tell people I am a 'little busy' I mean it. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good friend of the family was killed in action in Iraq. The PGR carried the honor of standing a Flag line during the visitation and funeral services. It was very moving to see the amount of members present to pay tribute to 'NA NA'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also spent ALOT of time doing 'Welcome Homes' and 'Send Offs' with escorts for many of our Armed Forces. Our Ride captain made a plan for whoever was available to stand a Flag line and greeting arriving military over the weekend before Christmas. In total there were over 230 men and women we got to say 'Welcome home, Merry Christmas and THANK you' in just five days. The weather was not cooperative so we ended up seeing ones the day after they wanted to be home. Most were not in uniform but we got really good at 'spotting' them. We greeted a local Marine unit on Sunday and then did a 'Send Off' for most of them and some others on January 7th. Lots of hugs for all. Many were so moved that we took the time to be there. I feel really blessed to be able to volunteer with such AMAZING men and women. On January 11, 2009 Eric (our Ride captain and friend) and I were both honored with a plaque for our continued support for the Troops. We both were at the ceremony thinking we were going to help present the OTHER ONE with a plaque. We were duped and enjoyed every minute. We received the plaque and a personal letter from the MajGen of the Rock Island Arsenal. I know neither of us do this for recognition. But, again, I am blessed to have people who appreciate what is done. There will, however, be PAYBACKS for Wayne who was the instigator in this elaborate plan.....LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of last year was not without drama. We had rumors that hurt not only myself but a very dear friend. As rumors are-there was just the tiniest bit of truth that was stretch so thin NO ONE recognized it. How sad that some have nothing better to do than spread untruths about others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still praying and torn with where my life should go now. I have decided THIS year that I will not allow things to get to me like they did last year. Life is too fleeting to let petty things rule it. At times I feel I need to 'run away' anywhere and start over. I know wherever I go my family will visit. The hardest thing that I have not admitted to my family is that THEY are not why I stay. I would miss my OTHER family more and all that we do for the Veterans. They have told me I could start over anywhere and with my enthusiasm it wouldn't take long. Eric said 'I know people' and could get me connected.  Somehow I never doubted that..HAHA  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I will continue to pray and know God will tell me when He is ready.  He does NOT run on our timeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a fun note.  We spent the week after Christmas and New Year's Day in Branson.  Joanna and I, along with a bunch of old and new friends, went to the Haygoods concerts and their FAN NITE. We also went to see Dirty Old Towne and just spent time with friends and tried to relax a little.  I think 'relax' has been eliminated from my vocabulary now. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year my resolution will be to try and concentrate more on what I need to do and not as much on what others THINK I need to do.  I hope that doesn't come across as selfish.  I am still going to continue all my PGR/MARINEMOM/NAVYFAMILY/ALLVET work.  I am just going to not allow so much 'drama' to invade my life.  Or at least try not to........LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you figure out how to do that let ME know. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end on a good note.  Seven of my eight nieces and nephews now live close to me.  Sooo, Aunt Annette is very busy giving hugs and letting them know how much I LOVE all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-4257464288921855805?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/4257464288921855805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=4257464288921855805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4257464288921855805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4257464288921855805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-updating.html' title='A Little Updating'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXcaB3ITcnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8tvCIUXpcew/s72-c/Nailer+plaque.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-1522401122009984650</id><published>2008-08-19T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:11:58.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Time For Healing'/><title type='text'>A Time For Healing</title><content type='html'>This past week (August 14-17th)  I had the honor of participating in the 'All Eras Veterans Healing Field.'  For those that don't know what it is here is a brief summary: There were 102 American Flags set up in our local cemetery.  In the center portion 57 flags had names of those that have given the Ultimate sacrifice in the military for our Country in Iraq and Afghanistan.  We had a sound system which played the reading of the names for them and also music from different eras of time.  I had permission from a few artists to play their music during this time.  It was all widely received with gratitude. We also designated some of the flags to represent WWII, Korean War, Vietnam Wars and police and fire personnel killed in the line of duty locally.  We had five Field Crosses to represent each of the branches of service.&lt;br /&gt;We also had information and took donations for the 'Honor Flights of the Quad Cities' which will be sending WWII Veterans to Washington DC for a day to view their monument, as well as, the others there.  The Veteran's fly for free.  We had the priviledge of meeting several WWII Veterans who loved to talk to us about their service.&lt;br /&gt;We met many Veterans who served in Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm and the current conflicts.  We talked with family, friends and comrads of the Fallen soldiers.  Many tears and hugs were shed throughout this time. This event was organized by the ALLVETS, PGR (Patriot Guard Riders), MarineMoms, Navy Families and several other Veterans groups.&lt;br /&gt;We had Gold Star wives and families present for the Opening and Closing Ceremonies and some came a few times on their own.  For those that don't know 'Gold Stars' and family members who have lost a love one killed in action.  They were very helpful in setting this up when it originally started 5 years ago and have had their opinions shared in the following years. The PGR,American Legion and other groups rode motorcycles for the Opening and Closing Ceremonies.  Then we formed a Flag line for them to walk through as they mounted the 'Lest They Be Forgotten' Flag on its own stand with the others.  The ceremony had many events: USMC Color Guard, playing of God Bless America by Kate Smith, a fantastic speaker in CmdSgtMaj Blake, a Chinook Helicopter flyover and petal drop, the Pledge of Allegiance, Ray Hamilton's moving speech, on of our PGR ladies stepping up to sing the National Anthem, VVA volley rifle, bagpipes performing 'Amazing Grace' and bugles performing 'Taps' by echoing each other.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to explain all the things that occurred.  We were blessed with great weather and the opportunity to get to know each other better at this time.  We were opened for 24 hours during this time so we had shifts manning the tents for our visitors.  We laughed, cried and ate alot of cookies that were donated by a local baker and 'moms' wanting to help. YUM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am already looking forward to next year and the plans we are going to start to make this even more memorable and respectful for our Veterans.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to tell you the 'healing' and feelings we experience during this time.  I wish you could all meet the men and women who put this together.  They are some of the best people I know and I truly love each of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-1522401122009984650?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/1522401122009984650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=1522401122009984650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1522401122009984650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1522401122009984650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-healing.html' title='A Time For Healing'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-1995920763641368963</id><published>2008-06-20T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:11:55.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blogging-well here we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4oytNwhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VT0MDor5u1M/s1600-h/600966-R1-00-25_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214104742045532690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4oytNwhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VT0MDor5u1M/s320/600966-R1-00-25_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4pPfRJeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uWeiONwsHUI/s1600-h/600966-R1-06-19_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214104749771662818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4pPfRJeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uWeiONwsHUI/s320/600966-R1-06-19_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4peTZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fH5I69ZOv1M/s1600-h/600967-R1-00-8_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214104753748434210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4peTZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fH5I69ZOv1M/s320/600967-R1-00-8_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4pepNR2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HBAx2zpkBLM/s1600-h/606160-R1-21-22_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214104753839884130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4pepNR2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HBAx2zpkBLM/s320/606160-R1-21-22_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4pt9DpcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_D5z334wXQU/s1600-h/606508-R1-20-21_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214104757949670850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4pt9DpcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_D5z334wXQU/s320/606508-R1-20-21_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how long it has been since I posted a blog. Boy, am I bad. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we spent the whole week in Branson seeing Haygoods shows (five to be exact), spending time with Jason, Liza, Joanna, Rose, Tina, Sheila and the Kims. lol To say the least there was NEVER a boring time.  The shows were AMAZING, OUTSTANDING and overall F-U-N!!!!  We even helped Patrick come up with his own saying for the Romance section of the show.  Now, he doesn't have to share the 'Big Daddy' title with Dominic. LOL  For the whole review check out their website &lt;a href="http://www.thehaygoods.com/"&gt;http://www.thehaygoods.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.bransoncritic.com/"&gt;http://www.bransoncritic.com&lt;/a&gt;.   For more pictures check out myspace &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/annette6407"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/annette6407&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have added a few photos from June 10, 12 and 13th.    I love getting my own group shots and then having them sign one.  I even make copies and give one to each. They like to see them because they probably don't have any of their own since it isn't taped anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the week was anything but relaxing.  I had to go back to work to rest. LOL  We helped Jason celebrate his graduation from Baylor University.  We took him, Rose and Liza to Lamberts.  We enjoyed ourselves a little too much.  When we left the table beside us clapped our exiting.  We walked Branson Landing, toured Silver Dollar City, viewed the Titanic display and tried several new places to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home we stopped in Springfield at the Missouri Veterans Cemetery.  We took some pictures of the markers.  They were very interesting.  One was for a US Air Force gentleman.  It read 'now flying with the angels.'  I told Joanna that this is amazing and because of what they did we can have our time to laugh, make fools of ourselves and have a good life.  We also saw several people either in uniform or with Veterans hats/jackets on.  We made sure to thank as many of them as we could for their Service.  One guy cried when I told him 'Welcome Home'.  He was a Vietnam Veteran and they guys have always told me they were not treated well when they came home and hardly any were greeted nicely.  They said 'Welcome Home' is a greeting they do to each other and, when done with respect by one of us, means ALOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home I sent back into my volunteer meetings.  Talk about not taking a breathe.  But, it is now time to get back to our Troops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago Rev. Jim, one of the PGRs road Chaplains, and a member of the Christian Motorcycle Association had a special service at his church.  About 50 PGR members brought their bikes to be blessed. Rev. Jim told Fred, Pat and I we could bring out 'cages' (cars) for the blessing as well.  We drive with them in many Missions.  We said the Bikers prayer and then either Rev. Jim or one of his associates went to each person to pray for their safety and any prayer requests they had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He prayed at my car and then I had him pray for some very hard decisions I am facing this year.  I believe my life has hit a crossroads that I am not sure where to turn.  I feel I need to be moving from here and know where I would like to go.  But, I also need to know that that is where He wants me to be placed.  I have started a PRO/CON list.  The biggest CON to staying is all the volunteer work I do with the Veterans organizations.  I love the people I am around and cannot think of life without them.  My friend, Eric, has told me if I move he knows people EVERYWHERE and would help me get in touch with them and get something started wherever I go.  He is really a special friend and someone I trust alot. I have family here but they have already told me to do what I feel is right.  I have helped Mom since Dad died 15 years ago.  My brother in law told me that it is their turn to help out with her.  All my sisters and nieces and nephews are with a few miles of each other.  I really need to know my correct path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are starting plans for the 'All Eras Veterans Healing Field' to be displayed Aug. 14-17th this year at Davenport Memorial Park Cemetery.  This year we are looking to make scale size replicas of the Memorials on the Washington Mall.  I know I am committed to this event.  This is a special time to give tribute to the men and women of the Armed Forces who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our Freedoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could write more but you are probably bored reading this by now.  I hope you enjoy the pictures and check out the other photos/reviews I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless, love and DITTO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-1995920763641368963?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/1995920763641368963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=1995920763641368963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1995920763641368963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1995920763641368963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-no-blogging-well-here-we-go.html' title='Long Time No Blogging-well here we go'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SFw4oytNwhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VT0MDor5u1M/s72-c/600966-R1-00-25_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-7666358277135480516</id><published>2008-04-15T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:09:05.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I need to change my friends?!</title><content type='html'>I have been very busy with evening meetings for SEVERAL of the organizations with whom I volunteer.   Many of the same people are also in PGR Missions.  We spend alot of time together.  Whether they are active duty, retired, old, young, married or single they love to tease and I seem to be the 'little sister/daughter' target of much of it.  One thing I love to do, though, is sit back as they talk about their particular branch of Service and try to see who it the BIGGER MAN among them.  It is a riot-but sometimes I will excuse myself by saying 'gentlemen I am going to leave because I think I am hampering your vocabulary.'  LOL  I love being with them and am honored that they allow me into a small part of their world.&lt;br /&gt;A little over a year ago Joanna convinced me to join the Haygoods Message Board. She said it would be fun and we would have a blast. It has been anything but BORING since.  I have met and developed friendships with so many of them.  Jason and I were playing phone tag the other night.  Shanna had convinced us in the chat room to put a message on his SAYNOW! account.  He figured out who did it, well I narked, and then had Shanna and I on a conference call.  We ended up helping him record a new greeting.  Which we found out went to EVERYONE on his account that had ever sent him a message. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the chat room, while still on the phone, and the three of us laughed and talked with each other for over an hour!&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and I have been friends for years-meeting in line for Sawyer Brown, and have a special sisterly friendship that drives the guys nuts.  We love to tease them while they are onstage and then afterwards.  I told the Haygoods that they are only getting a glimpse of what we have been doing to Sawyer Brown for years when we go to their show.&lt;br /&gt;My political friends have been just as entertaining.  In 2002 we attended the State Convention in Cedar Rapids Ia.  We enjoyed hanging out and the next day even extended our 'ROAD TRIP' by going to Des Moines for a Bar B Que given by our State Senator with Charleton Heston as the guest of honor.  We did not get much sleep during the entire campaign season because we laugh and talk so much together.&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if I need to get friends whom will allow me a little more time to sleep.  But, then I am reminded of a saying 'I will sleep when I am DEAD!'.  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking how my life would be different if I had not met any of them.  I can't even imagine NOT having these friends.  All of them seem like we have know each other for years.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed to know them and think I will say 'NO! I need to keep my friends.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-7666358277135480516?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/7666358277135480516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=7666358277135480516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/7666358277135480516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/7666358277135480516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-i-need-to-change-my-friends.html' title='Do I need to change my friends?!'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-5371588920814671096</id><published>2008-03-23T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:13:29.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter and other happenings of the week</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter to everyone.  I shared this on other postings but wanted to add it here as well.  This is a portion of one of my favorite hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Up from the grave He arose&lt;br /&gt;with a mighty triumph over His foes&lt;br /&gt;He arose the Victor from the dark domain&lt;br /&gt;and He lives forever with His saints to Reign.&lt;br /&gt;He arose&lt;br /&gt;He arose&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Christ AROSE!!&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteer for several groups that Honor our Armed Forces.  One of these groups have been having alot of leadership problems and has lost membership and cooperation from other groups.  We had an emergency meeting due to this and other issues and had to release the president from her duties and membership in the group. We also were advised to vote new Officers into place until nominations and general election in May.  I am temporary President. But,  have been told in May I will probably be voted permanent because past and current members and other organizations respect me and will be willing to all work together.  We had lost focus on this because so many other organizations could not work with her.&lt;br /&gt;When strangers come together, for any reason, there are those that can work together and enjoy each other and then those that after awhile you realize under any other circumstance you would not be associated.&lt;br /&gt;I have worked on political campaigns, with Veterans groups and other organizations always as the worker bee.   I have never been thrown into the spotlight of Leadership.  I was talking to the President of MarineMoms and she said she was the same way.  She gave me extremely good advice.   She said to rely on God for guidance and learn to delegate so that others feel they are just as important as anyone else.   So I am going to strongly rely on Him and others to continue our work for our Armed Forces.  I would extremely appreciate any prayers for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine have been going to the Haygoods Opening Season of shows.  It has been absolutely hilarious the phone calls we have been doing to each other for the celebrations for them and other Branson happenings. HAHA  Several went to Waxys to hear Dirty Old Towne and thoroughly enjoyed all the 'jiggin'.    I am so jealous of all of them for having such a marvelous time without me. HAHA  But,  Joanna and I will be there in June.   We are already getting exciting and can't wait to have some F-U-N-!!&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday night we spent with a 'Welcome Home' of 20 Marines returning from Iraq for home.  There were plenty of hugs, handshakes and tears by all.  The PGR and other groups worked together to escort them to a brief ceremony with their family.  It was a MARVELOUS time for all.  One of the Marines asked me what they could to thank us.  I told him 'You already have...that is why we are here.' Thank God for our Military.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Raahh and Yeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaaaw  everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-5371588920814671096?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/5371588920814671096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=5371588920814671096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/5371588920814671096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/5371588920814671096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-and-other-happenings-of.html' title='Happy Easter and other happenings of the week'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-6441644933014565343</id><published>2008-03-11T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T04:57:54.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is ALMOST here!!!</title><content type='html'>I will be so glad to get rid of the snow, ice and cold.  Winter is a nice season but after awhile you want SPRING! LOL&lt;br /&gt;I entered the Haygoods 'Jersey Cow' poetry contest but didn't win. DRAT!  The winning poems were really good though and I am looking forward to hearing them when Joanna and I go down there in June.  I wanted to try and sneak down this weekend but we have a St. Patricks Day parade and I am one of the designated drivers.   We start in Rock Island Illinois and come over the bridge to Davenport Iowa.  After the parade we drive everyone back to Rock Island to get their cars.  I am walking with the MarineMoms and Patriot Guard Riders.  Being an honorary member of both I have made quite a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;We do alot of parades in our area.  With this being an election year I also get calls to join political candidates to walk with them in some of the parades.   Some may think walking in parades in boring but it is very fun.  I enjoy it because I only get to see some of my friends at this time.&lt;br /&gt;My company is competing in a 'Walk to the Moon' contest with a couple other cities.  We wear pedometers from April 1st until June 30th.  We keep track of the steps/miles we walk and the winning team gets a trophy.  It is a good way to jump start your excercising.  I generally get my nieces and nephews to join me in the evenings or weekends.  You have to wear it all the time.  You would really be amazed at the amount of miles you can walk in just ONE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Both supervisors are back at work but only part time.  They are taking shifts so one is there in the morning and the other the afternoon.  Neither are doing too good yet but they are trying to make it through the days.&lt;br /&gt;I am just counting down until Fan Fair and the Haygoods shows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAW and God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-6441644933014565343?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/6441644933014565343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=6441644933014565343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/6441644933014565343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/6441644933014565343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-is-almost-here.html' title='Spring is ALMOST here!!!'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-8682681323240388098</id><published>2008-03-02T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:37:01.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is never too young</title><content type='html'>I met my sister with all my nieces and nephews at Dollar Bills store today.  The kids were all spending their allowance.  When we got ready to check out the cashier asked if we wanted to buy a toy for a local child of someone in the Service.  I asked the kids and they were ALL EXCITED and gladly purchased a toy and then put it in the box.&lt;br /&gt;The kids already know the important of our Armed Forces and never hesitate to say 'thank you' to a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine. &lt;br /&gt;Over Thanksgiving Alex's , 8 yr old nephew, public school teacher asked each of the kids what they were thankful for.  She told my sister later that he almost made her cry.  He stood tall and said 'I am thankful Jesus died for my sins' and then prompted sat down with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;As long as they can keep these values they will grow up to be fine Americans and adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Alyssa, Evan, Brian, Tanner, Olivia, Alex and Dylan.  The best nieces and nephews this aunt is proud to know.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-8682681323240388098?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/8682681323240388098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=8682681323240388098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8682681323240388098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8682681323240388098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-never-too-young.html' title='It is never too young'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-7819513415484584316</id><published>2008-02-26T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:57:03.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in a name??</title><content type='html'>Today was a better day at work.  My manager is still being a pain but that will go on for at least another month.  I got a call from Rose.  She just left a randomly cheery message.  I called her back to thank her and told her we must be friends because only a friend would know when a call like that is needed.&lt;br /&gt;We deal with alot of patients who have unusual names.  Some have the same first and last name-Ruby Ruby, Harb Harb, etc.  Today we found a patient named Queenangelica.  NO KIDDING!!! How sad the parents thought that would be a name to bestow on their child.  Another person named her twin daughters Orangelo and Lemonagelo (Orange jello and Lemon jello).  People are definitely weird at times.&lt;br /&gt;But, everyone knows someone like that.  Dad was named after the doctor that delivered him.  Since our last name is Wood is name was William Sherwood Wood.  Grandma definitely had a sense of humor.  Mom and Dad named my sister's and I after entertainers they watched as teenagers.  Annette (Funicello-Mickey Mouse Club and Beach Blanket movies), Sandra (Dee), Karen (Valentine) .  My sister Rita was named after my aunt.   Still not original. LOL&lt;br /&gt;When Mom was little her mom used to get her and my aunts confused when she wanted to yell for one of them.  So they became known as Beluabarbararita (Beulah, Barbara Jean and Rita).&lt;br /&gt;Carol at work is always being called 'Carol Ann-come toward the light.'  Anyone named Carol after Poltergist movies came out doesn't stand a chance.  ;)  My friend Todd and his twin brother have their dad's name.  He used their middle names as his first and middle name.&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to see how or why people get their names.  Someday maybe I will have children.  It will be interesting to see what names we choose.  Until then I can just stay in AWE or SURPRISE at what other people do to their kids. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-7819513415484584316?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/7819513415484584316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=7819513415484584316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/7819513415484584316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/7819513415484584316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-in-name.html' title='What is in a name??'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-8614597135931810335</id><published>2008-02-25T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:23:23.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I officially HATE my job</title><content type='html'>One of the ladies last week gave her two week notice.  Since her client bills are printed the first of the month she was going to work until the 4th to get them out to be nice. Well, some people in the office persuaded her that it would be better to leave on a Friday and not Tuesday.  She walked into the office today and gave a revised departure date and told the Manager we had talked her into it!  I dislike people who can't seem to make up there own minds or use others as an excuse for wanting to do something.  She spent all day beaming with glee that she was leaving. Which I do not begrudge her because I would feel the same way.  But, then the manager yelled at everyone and said we were doing the client bills and taking all the calls.  She would not be helping at all.  I told her I thought we had a procedure written down to sort out the doctors, fax certain ones and mail the rest.  She said she didn't care about anything and if we screwed it up it would be our own fault.  She is already upset because one supervisor is out after shoulder surgery for at least another month and the other one is out for two weeks.  She may be gone longer if she has to have back surgery for 5 herniated discs.  I know she is under stress.  We have tried to help and offered to take some of the load.  We either know how to do it or could learn fast to help.  I have been there FOREVER and long before her.  I just resent being treated like children and being punished for someone else's decision.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of putting up with things like this all the time.  I love the coworkers but the manager has a really bad ROYALTY complex.  I really want another job.  I know I could do well wherever I go. I know the kind of job I would like to have and know I would be GREAT at it.  I just have to be given a chance.  I have had many people tell me to 'do it' and even professionals in the business wonder why I am not in it with them. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rant-I just had to unload. I promise the next one will be lighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-8614597135931810335?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/8614597135931810335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=8614597135931810335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8614597135931810335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8614597135931810335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-officially-hate-my-job.html' title='Today I officially HATE my job'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-8734172421414870161</id><published>2008-02-16T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:47:49.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A semi week in review</title><content type='html'>Thursday was Valentines Day.   We had a party at work and you would have thought we were a bunch of school kids instead.  We made our own boxes and gave each one a Valentine and had a party.  Most of us gave the same Valentines as the school kids do.  Those are the cutest ones.  We had word search, mazes etc. to do throughout the day.  Needless to say, not much work got done.  I bought my neices and nephews heart shaped pizzas and they LOVED them.  Texted messaged, emailed or posted a Valentines Day message to all my friends.  It's funny that this day is set aside for couples but so many people let friends know how much they are loved as well.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine asked me to look up some information for him and I got everything put together and presented to him in less than a week.  I was very proud of myself and think I may have given him more than he thought I was going to find out. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;My boss told me she wished I was as enthused about work as I am Sawyer Brown, The Haygoods, Patriot Guard Riders, MarineMoms, etc.  I told her my work is my job and I enjoy doing it.  But, the others are my passions and they deserve my attention just as much.&lt;br /&gt;You have to work to pay bills and do the things you want in life.  I just wish I could combine both.  I know what I want to do and would be REALLY GOOD at it.  I just have to find a way to get a chance to prove it. :)  I have been praying alot for the direction my life should turn.  i just pray God on I have the same road plan.&lt;br /&gt;I have a 'date' tonight.  My brother in law is taking my sister, Mom and I out for a belated Valentines day.  We are getting along alot better than we used to.  Which is a good thing for the kids.  Hate it when parents or even family fight and the kids see it.  Not physical fights but enough to put a damper on family gatherings. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Haygoods chat room in down again so we can't talk with each other.  We have tried IM and it works pretty good but the chat is more our speed. lol&lt;br /&gt;A former student at Northern Illinois University killed five people and himself.  They said he was off his medications  a few weeks.  Then everyone starts yelling about banning guns or stricter laws.  Why can't we just inforce the laws we have.  I believe if we had more states with the concealed gun law we would be safer.  It is proven that the states with this law have less crime.  Would you want to take the change that the clerk your are robbing, or the customer behind you would blow your head off if you pulled out a gun.  Or that the teacher, principal or other student would take you out before you could harm anyone else.  I honestly believe in the Second Amendment.   I have worked with people on bipolar or other drugs and know how they are when they do not take them.  But, we can't continue to blame the weapons.  It would be like saying we can't blame the drunk driver because the CAR killed the person.  Personal responsibility has to be understood and put into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to go off but it was really bothering me this week with all the other shootings that occured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-8734172421414870161?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/8734172421414870161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=8734172421414870161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8734172421414870161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8734172421414870161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/02/semi-week-in-review.html' title='A semi week in review'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-4969539726937665119</id><published>2008-02-08T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:22:54.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do/Did You Settle?</title><content type='html'>Our office has a copier/printer that is outdated even though it is only a few years old.  It breaks down ALOT and we have come to know the RKDixon repairmen quite frequently.  Today one of the guys was there for hours and then called another one in to help.  'It should be fixed now for quite a while.'  one of them said with a laugh.  I joked that he had to call in backup with his buddy.  We laughed, as with the rest of the office, and then he talked to our manager and left.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls decided maybe he and I should get together and even got a few others in the office involved in possibly tampering with the machine on Wednesday afternoon so he would have to come back Thursday (Valentines Day) and  then he could eat with me.   He is not a bad looking guy or even rude.  I just don't see him as my 'type'.  The rude part about the conversations was the fact that my boss and some others told me that I could settle for him because 'look at you-you're not getting any younger. You are not going to get anyone in Nashville or Branson. Tall, dark and handsome will not look at you.'  I admit I joke that I am 'chunky petite' but I even found that extremely rude.&lt;br /&gt;What brings others or yourself to think you can't do any better, no one else will want you, or they are as desperate as you and will settle.    As I have said before, I know God has a timing for him and I to meet.  But, why do people have to be so mean and childish with each other.  I am not trying to say I am better than him.  It is just I find the reasoning with people that are supposed to be my friends a little offsetting when it comes to their views of with Whom I should end up.&lt;br /&gt;If you have someone did you settle?  Did you wait for your Mr/Miss Right? Do you regret or love the decision you made?  I just thought I needed to vent a little today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-4969539726937665119?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/4969539726937665119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=4969539726937665119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4969539726937665119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4969539726937665119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/02/dodid-you-settle.html' title='Do/Did You Settle?'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-1916201567565880860</id><published>2008-02-07T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:58:28.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougar or Stud-what's the limit</title><content type='html'>I have to agree with my friend, Kim,  who loves to use the phrase 'I like me some eye candy.' We have categorized people who are involved in relationships with expanded age differences as either Cougars (older women with youger men) or Studs (older men with youger women).  I have had two coworkers who's husbands or boyfriends were 8-15 years younger than them.  A friend of mine's husband is 11 years old than her.  I find myself attacted to men where either of us would fit one of these categories.  But, I also realize that it is because they all share the some of the same traits I admire.   Many people look at the physical beginning of a relationship and think it is the major factor.  I believe that somewhat the physical attraction is important.  But, you must also look beyond that to see what else you have in common.  Do you have an 'old soul' that shares the same things as your more 'mature' interest.  Do you have a 'young spirit' that shares the same things as your more 'youthful' interest.  I believe you can have a serious relationship no matter who is the older/younger of the couple as long as your values, beliefs, etc. are compatible.&lt;br /&gt;It is a fun dilemna and one that I will continue to explore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-1916201567565880860?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/1916201567565880860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=1916201567565880860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1916201567565880860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1916201567565880860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/02/cougar-or-stud-whats-limit.html' title='Cougar or Stud-what&apos;s the limit'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-4388599092120059926</id><published>2008-02-02T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:27:51.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the better Candidate for POTUS</title><content type='html'>This year we have several choices for President of the United States.  I am looking for a candidate who shares my values and beliefs.  Who will stand up for America.  I want someone who will not cater to those that come here ILLEGALLY and assume we will bow to their languages and beliefs.  They left their previous country to come to ours for a BETTER life.  If I were to leave and go to their country I would be expected to enter LEGALLY and assimilate myself into my new home. I have no problem with them sharing their Heritage.  We are made up of diverse people but we also need to be reminded of the reason they came her.  I want someone who will try to work to overhaul the Welfare system so that those that NEED it get help and those that DON'T will not be able to live off of it instead of working for a living.  There is far too many duplicate programs that need to be overhauled so our money is used the best way possible.  I want someone that values the lives of the unborn children and understands the CRIMINALS deserve punishment and not the VICTIMS.  I want someone who will protect this Country from its enemies and not worry about appearances to cowtow to other countries.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be voting for someone simply because she is a Woman, I liked her husband or the first Black man or Mormon to run.  I will not be voting for someone who instead of committing to a vote by YEA or NAY they voted 'present'.  This to  me shows a lack values and unwillingness to show us where they stand.&lt;br /&gt;I have not decided my vote yet but will definitely take into consideration their POSITIVE aspects of campaigns.  I do not want someone who spends more time CRITICIZING the other candidates.  Negativity by anyone turns me off to them.  I have great respect for those that put themselves 'out there' for Americans and what we stand for as a NATION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-4388599092120059926?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/4388599092120059926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=4388599092120059926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4388599092120059926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4388599092120059926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-is-better-candidate-for-potus.html' title='Who is the better Candidate for POTUS'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-2617360927554362716</id><published>2008-01-29T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:35:13.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At My Office</title><content type='html'>I work in an office of twenty-two people between the ages of 18-64 years old.  It is hard to put yourself at YOUR age because you are never really sure how you should be acting.  We all get along with each other for the most part.  One of the girls just celebrated her 41st birthday.  She is a wife and mother of three but doesn't feel 'that old'.  She said she feels like she is in her 20's.&lt;br /&gt;I sit next to a 23 year old guy and across from a 64 year old woman.   Suzanne will retire this year and wants to spend it playing with her grandchildren and running around the yard with them.  Grandmas don't run-do they?!  John is our 'token' male.  The only one we have in the office.  He says there are days he likes it because he gets answers to alot of questions about 'females' he wanted to know.  But, somedays there are things he DOESN'T want to know. &lt;br /&gt;Today we used John as our test subject.  Avon has a cologne for men called 'DRIVEN' which smelled pretty bad on the sample card.  But, he decided it would smell better on him with his added pheramones (sp).  So he wiped the card all over him and they told us to 'smell' him. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;You know-he was RIGHT.  I could definitely think of a few other guys, perhaps in Branson, that I would like to hear them tell me 'smell me'.  But, that is a whole other blog. LOL&lt;br /&gt;One of my supervisors had rotar cuff surgery (hope that is right)  today with a few extra repairs and will be out for some time.  She doled out her work to us and then called in today to add some to my list.  There are days I don't like being efficient enough to have more work added to the pile.  Before she left I told her 'you're going to owe us BIG TIME when you get healed-maybe some fudge.' ha She makes the best fudge in the WORLD!!&lt;br /&gt;We had a Blizzard storm warning and my duty is to listen to my radio and inform all the parents which schools are letting out early and update everyone on the weather.  We had a few leave because they live pretty far out of town.  I live in town so NO DICE-I was stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;I have taken Jason's story to work so they can read it.  They asked 'so when are we going to meet this writer friend of yours.  He seems like he would be fun.'  I told them at least not until Summer because he lives in Texas and would be a 'WINTER WOOSE'  and freeze coming here now.  Then I called him and told him the same thing. haha  Several people in the office have told me MY friends seem more interesting than theirs.  But, most of my friends are out of the state so they seem more mysterious and fun to them.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly got a call from a patient and was told WE were incompetent because her insurance was filed incorrectly.  She didn't seem to feel it was her fault that it was wrong. Even though she got THREE statements and never called us to fix the problem.  She said we could turn her over to the collection agency and no one was going to get anything out of her.  We laughed when she hung up.   For every ONE like her we get TWO or so that make us laugh with them.  Another lady called us and told me she had Medicare primary and her husband's insurance secondary.  The insurances think she is not old enough because her husband doesn't have it.  She said they have been married for over 45 years and she is 19 years OLDER than him. She said she got her man way before Hollywood thought is was fashionable. LOL  We LOVED her call and laughed the rest of the day about it.&lt;br /&gt;There are days that I really want another job.  I like being with the people but I want to do something I know I am good at and would enjoy ALOT more.  Maybe someday this will happen.  Until then I just continue with the daily adventures of the Lab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-2617360927554362716?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/2617360927554362716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=2617360927554362716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/2617360927554362716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/2617360927554362716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-at-my-office.html' title='A Day At My Office'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-6028560929771575614</id><published>2008-01-24T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:27:38.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is God's VALENTINE?  John 3:16</title><content type='html'>For God so   lo&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; the world&lt;br /&gt;that He          &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His                on&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;begott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      So&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat whoesoever&lt;br /&gt;believeth           &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; Him&lt;br /&gt;should                &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ot perish,&lt;br /&gt;but have            &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;VALENTINE's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Day all year round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-6028560929771575614?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/6028560929771575614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=6028560929771575614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/6028560929771575614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/6028560929771575614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-gods-valentine-john-316.html' title='What is God&apos;s VALENTINE?  John 3:16'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-3194436730427986586</id><published>2008-01-19T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:11:12.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Sign?! haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you ever feel like you have a sign on your forehead.  Mine says 'Talk To Me.' haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can be standing in a crowd or by myself and will find someone that wants to chat.  Most of the time it is okay.  But, occassionally there are some interesting conversations.  When we go to Nashville for Fan Fair and are helping Sawyer Brown at their booth we have found that WE have our own fans. lol  They come up to the booth and are excited to talk to us.  Not sure why-but it is amusing.  I can be at the grocery store, shopping center or a concert and have a complete stranger come up and act like they have know me for years and start chatting away. I guess I should be grateful that I have the ability to put people to such ease they can do that.   At some of the Haygoods concerts this year the same thing happens.  I had been on stage during 'My Girl' and afterward people kept coming up saying how funny I was.  When I was talking to Pat after the show, in line, a lady came up and tapped my shoulder.  "Honey, you did such a good job."  She looked at him and said 'you did good too.' haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love this most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sooo, what does your sign say?! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-3194436730427986586?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/3194436730427986586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=3194436730427986586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/3194436730427986586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/3194436730427986586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-your-sign-haha.html' title='What&apos;s Your Sign?! haha'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-6853766588748059359</id><published>2008-01-13T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:35:07.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it wrong?!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was talking to a friend and looking at Country Weekly magazine.  They had a full color picture and article on George Strait.  I told my friend,  'you know, for an older guy (56 yrs old) George looks GOOD!!!'  Then I was in the chat room with some girls and we were talking about TV shows.  I told them there are four reasons to watch CSI:Crime Scene Investigation and CSI:NY-Gary Sinese, William Peterson, Carmine Giovianozzi and Eddie Kahill.  Then, of course, there is NCSI with Mark Harmon. &lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong-all the shows have younger actors alot closer to my age and they look good as well.   But, why can men age so charmingly and women seem to not be able to hold up as well.  Don't get mad at me.  I know there are women that look nice older but it just seems men have the market on maturing more gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;But, just something to ponder since my other blogs have been so heavy lately. ENJOY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-6853766588748059359?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/6853766588748059359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=6853766588748059359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/6853766588748059359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/6853766588748059359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-wrong.html' title='Is it wrong?!!'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-3540649918972047853</id><published>2008-01-04T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:31:17.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Favorite Aunt</title><content type='html'>I was out of town from December 27th until January 2nd.  My mom spent most of her time with her grandchildren taking turns spending the night.   Tanner, 7 yrs old, decided he didn't want to spend the night until Aunt Annette got home.  My sister told the kids they could tonight but didn't tell them I was back.&lt;br /&gt;She said I should have seen their faces when she came up the street and they saw my car in the drive.  She said they kept screaming 'AUNT ANNETTES HOME! AUNT ANNETTES HOME!!' and ran out of the van when they got here.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE being the favorite aunt. lol  So now we have three of my nephews sleeping in inflatable sleeping bags and watching 'Underdog'.   Earlier we played Battleship and Evan, 8 yrs old, sunk all of mine before I could get his last one.  Dang kid! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am back to my reality and enjoying this part as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-3540649918972047853?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/3540649918972047853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=3540649918972047853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/3540649918972047853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/3540649918972047853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2008/01/their-favorite-aunt.html' title='Their Favorite Aunt'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-2417353571585212666</id><published>2007-12-25T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:24:46.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa came to our house</title><content type='html'>My brother in law told the kids he had to go get ice for grandma and then left.  A few minutes later 'Santa' came walking down the street and looked like he was searching for a house.  My sisters got their kids to look out the window just before he got to the house.  He came up the drive and they were going NUTS!  He had his bag with gifts inside for each of them, their moms and dads, grandma and the other aunts.  All seven were hilarious.  They range in age from 4-9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;His 'HO HO HO's weren't bad.  My oldest nephew, Evan, looked at him strange and then said 'hey, Santa, you kinda sound like Dad.'  Santa acted like he ignored it and moved on.  Each of the kids got to tell him Merry Christmas and watched him walk back down the road.&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Rita, video taped it while Sandy helped Santa hand out the gifts.  Karen, Mom and I tried to get it with our cameras.  About ten minutes later Brian showed up and said they were out of ice.  The kids pounced on him about missing Santa and were still talking about it when they all left to go their homes a few hours later.&lt;br /&gt;In a few years they will all get wise to Santa.  But, for today, they were all smiles and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-2417353571585212666?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/2417353571585212666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=2417353571585212666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/2417353571585212666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/2417353571585212666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-came-to-our-house.html' title='Santa came to our house'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-8738368777720291124</id><published>2007-12-21T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:09:13.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Military Christmas-of sorts</title><content type='html'>We  had our gift exchange at work.  My 'Secret Santa' gave me a teddy bear in an Army uniform hold the IL DIVO Christmas CD.  If anyone wants to get me something for a gift they know it can be: Coca Cola, Patriotic, Military or Sawyer Brown/Haygood merchandise.  I am pretty easy to buy for in that way and they enjoy seeing if they can get something I already don't have. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the poem I received with my present this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's short and loveable&lt;br /&gt;He's all dressed in green&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse the color,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find a Marine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's brave and he's strong&lt;br /&gt;He's a real G.I. Joe&lt;br /&gt;But furry hands make it hard&lt;br /&gt;For him to hold your IL DIVO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom was a colored picture of two Marines-1 in Dress Blues and the other in Camo. OOOH RAAAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-8738368777720291124?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/8738368777720291124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=8738368777720291124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8738368777720291124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8738368777720291124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/12/military-christmas-of-sorts.html' title='A Military Christmas-of sorts'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-4760163559795387436</id><published>2007-12-19T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:29:46.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do YOU know for sure?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As we remember the birth of Jesus during Christmas time I am reminded that this is only the beginning of His journey.  We are awed by the miracle of His birth and the telling of His life.  But, we must also remember the reason for His birth.  Just 33 short years after His birth He is sacrificed for our SINS.  The magnitude of His death is hard to comprehend for many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that we have gotten to know each other a little better I am drawn to ask the question- 'If you were to die tonight would you know Jesus Christ as your Savior?'  There are many religions in this World but they all come down to the belief in a Higher Power.   Christ was born so that He would pay the price for our SINS.  If we confess our SINS, acknowledge Christ died on the Cross for us and accept Him into our lives we are promised Eternal Life in Heaven when we die.&lt;br /&gt;If we forsake Him we are promised Eternal Life in Hell when we die.&lt;br /&gt;It is very simple to accept Christ as your Savior.  There is no elaborate ceremony that needs to be performed.  All you need to do is pray, for example, 'Jesus I confess my SINS before You.  I ask for Your forgiveness and to come into my heart and save my soul.  Lead me in the path of righteousness and help me to grow in Your love.  Thank You for dying on the Cross for my SINS.   In Jesus name-AMEN.'&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those that do not have Christ as their Savior that they will come to know Him as I do.&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all this Christmas Season and may the New Year be what you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-4760163559795387436?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/4760163559795387436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=4760163559795387436' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4760163559795387436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4760163559795387436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-know-for-sure.html' title='Do YOU know for sure?!'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-8550832726537706911</id><published>2007-12-13T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:18:00.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Was Your Day??</title><content type='html'>I remember the phrase 'don't sweat the small stuff.'  Today was a day of 'small stuff' that I got to laugh at myself before anyone else.  I was in a rush to get to work and put my black skirt, blue shirt and new blue jacket.  I rushed downstairs, hurriedly put on my shoes and ran out the door.  When I got to work I went to the breakroom to get something to drink.  I bent down to get the change from the machine and THERE IT WAS... I had one BLACK and one BLUE shoe on.  I chuckled and thought 'well at least my shoes match my entire wardrobe.' lol&lt;br /&gt;I went back upstairs and let the rest in on the humor.  They laughed and then started to recall their own 'small stuff' moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-8550832726537706911?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/8550832726537706911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=8550832726537706911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8550832726537706911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8550832726537706911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-was-your-day.html' title='How Was Your Day??'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-6445731415822821586</id><published>2007-12-08T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:51:23.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Matters Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many times in our lives we often look to others to validate what we do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I adored and greatly respected Dad.  There are times I wonder what he would think of what I am doing in my life. Would he be proud. Would he join me in my adventures. Would he have pushed me in another direction.  He passed away before the PGR, MarineMoms or QCFIST were formed. He served in the Marine Corps and that formed alot of his strength and views. He has not seen me involved in anything I do now.  He was there for many of my political events, and of course, putting up with Sawyer Brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love to make friends and spend time getting to know others.  But, there are very few that I would consider close or my best friends.  Those that I am close with I value their opinions and outlooks.  One of my friends recently shared a comment by a friend of hers.  I know her but consider her more an acquaintance.  Seems her opinion of me is very low.  She has many issues I believe needs to be resolved before she can be happy in her own life.  She has falsely accused me of things that have been hurtful because it has been so openly done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do I consider her opinion as something that matters or move forward. Do you really need to have negative people in your life to keep your feet on the ground or should you surround yourself with positive people so that each of you can lift the other up when needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I consider myself strong and able to handle many things.  But, at times, still feel like I have to answer to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I believe those that are strong willed and determined still have moments of self contemplation and struggles to face.  I have come across some new people this last year that I truly admire for their willingness to put themselves out in the open to be judged. I feel when you can meet people like this it may help each of you to find strength when you doubt yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a strong faith in God.  I read another blog where someone stated that they do not feel He has an part of our lives and we should be more rational in our thinking.  They also analysed that to place yourself in a 'vacuum' of such belief only hinders your true goals in life.  I believe that is where FAITH comes into our lives.  Our finite brains cannot comprehend the infinite things that the World puts before us.  You have to have some form of Faith.  That is an extremely important part of your life that brings other things into focus. Even Satan understands this because he is a Fallen Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess the conclusion is YOU matter most and others help to shape you into what you will eventually become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-6445731415822821586?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/6445731415822821586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=6445731415822821586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/6445731415822821586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/6445731415822821586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-matters-most.html' title='Who Matters Most'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-5949022887286663802</id><published>2007-12-01T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T05:46:57.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there really SOMEONE for EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>As most little girls growing up you dream of finding your 'prince' , getting married and having children. Our life was not always easy but I knew I was loved and wanted to share that with someone special in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to NOW. Two of my sisters have 'my life'. They are married with children and I am still single and looking for Mr. Right. I have met some amazing men in my life and have found that if I ever need any help I could call on them and they will be there. So, I have traded my 'husband' for some special friends.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know-I am always reminded that God has a plan for our lives and that He will guide us to what we need to be doing in it. That gets me to thinking sometimes of what I AM doing with my life. I was gifted with a personality to make friends and enjoy most people I meet. I am able to have the time to work with QC FIST, MarineMoms, NavyMoms, PGR and other organizations that honor our Veterans. I am able to be involved with several political campaigns. I can travel with my best friend to concerts in many different states. I can love and spoil my nieces and nephews and then send them home to their parents. haha&lt;br /&gt;I am able to devote time to promoting on my own people or things that hold worthwhile meaning for me. Some may argue that I am just 'filling' my life because I don't have someone else in it. But, when I think of everyone I know and have known my life is filling up pretty good. I have been able to meet people of a variety of age ranges and societal placements. I have two much older friends that have taught me 'dapper and manners' NEVER go out of style. My Veteran friends and Christian friends remind me of the saying 'only two people were willing to die for you-Jesus Christ and the American Soldier'. That gives me comfort and joy that I have the FREEDOM and Eternal Life to enjoy my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;When our lives have reached a point where God says 'it is time you meet' I will be ready to share my life with his. Until then I will be grateful for what I do have and continue FORWARD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-5949022887286663802?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/5949022887286663802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=5949022887286663802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/5949022887286663802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/5949022887286663802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-there-really-someone-for-everyone.html' title='Is there really SOMEONE for EVERYONE'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-1158038411215423670</id><published>2007-11-28T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:19:51.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean People SUCK!! pardon me</title><content type='html'>I admit that I like to brag about how friendly I am with Sawyer Brown or others. I am a very outgoing person and love talking to people.  I am involved in politics, Veterans affairs, children's groups etc.  Everyone wants to feel special and that they have a connection with someone  they respect.  Whether it be an entertainer, politician, religious figure, sports entertainer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;A friend recently shared a conversation with me about someone very close to another group I admire.  Seems she felt that she could impress people by spreading nasty rumors of one's 'orientation', the family break up and how much she 'knew' all of them because they gave her their phone numbers and have invited her to their homes.&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people feel they can raise themselves up by stepping over others.  You have to remember that even if you go climb the ladder-eventually you have to come down.  You should surround yourselves with people you know will still be holding that ladder.&lt;br /&gt;It just infuriates me and I am not sure how to handle it without having the 'wronging' person figure out who told me.  I will get this done eventually.  Until then I guess I will try to squash anything she says to the best of my ability. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-1158038411215423670?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/1158038411215423670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=1158038411215423670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1158038411215423670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1158038411215423670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/11/mean-people-suck-pardon-me.html' title='Mean People SUCK!! pardon me'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-1658471429057161659</id><published>2007-11-25T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:47:36.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music for the Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Music touches everyone's lives in a different way.  There are times when you hear a song and it 'takes you back' to a time or place that is special for you. Friends and I can start laughing or just smiling when a song is played and not have to say a word why.  When Dad passed away they played 'Daddy's Hands' by Holly Dunn.  There wasn't a dry eye in the church because some way or another everyone related to it.  I can hear 'Moanie Moanie' and start laughing because of a company party we went to and a friend's dancing routine.  I hear 'Leave the Light On' or 'The Walk' by Sawyer Brown and it will get me every time.  Both songs came out at a low point in my life and it was something that touched me and helped me to heal. I will hear 'Some Girls Do', "My Girl' or 'Save A Horse (ride a cowboy) and start laughing because of a karaoke night with friends that left all of us almost in tears from the humor of the moment.  I have to admit that Sawyer Brown has been a big part of my life.  They had already been established when I started listening and going to concerts.  I have been priviledged to meet them many times and get to know not only the performers but the people who make up Sawyer Brown and their families.  Now, my best friend Joanna, and I help them during Fan Fair in Nashville and have open invitations to visit anytime we are in town. They are an awesome bunch of individuals and completely committed to their careers, family and God.  You can feel the energy they produce and their honesty towards life and their fans. I had commented once, and it stuck for each of us, that there is a mutual admiration between them and their fans.  I believe the Holy Spirit draws us to each other. Whether it is by the same beliefs or needing to find that special 'something' in your life.  When you are drawn to others you can both grow and help one another.  When Dad was ill I had told them and they said to keep them informed.  Dad passed away December 28th and was buried New Year's Eve.  They were done touring at that time and I didn't want to interrupt their Holiday with family.  The next time I saw them they said that they had been praying for Dad.  When they found out he had died they said I had been on their minds and in their prayers.  Needless to say, I cried all the way home because I knew they were geniune and but suddenly had realized how close we had become.  Not just fan and artist but true friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is a new group, the Haygoods, which are becoming a special part in my life now.  They have the same energy, committment, beliefs and real caring for their fans that Sawyer Brown has exhibited.  I will never be able to hear: 'Walking in Memphis' with out smiling about Dimples, 'When You Say Nothing At All' and not want to say MOO or YEAH!, 'Mary Did You Know' will be forever imbedded in my heart because of Dominic's emotional rendition or 'Seven Bridges Road' and not get chills from their harmonies.  I admire people who have the ability to do tapping and they are the extreme pros at it.  I even had a brief moment after a show to talk to some of them.  I got a small glimpse into what makes up the individual that is a part of the whole. They are currently still performing in Branson.  I believe though, with all my heart, that they will be the first BREAKOUT artists from Branson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I believe those that can sing should not hold back.  That is a gift from God that is given to be shared with others. I cannot carry a tune and if I tried the dogs would howl until they took ME away. HAHA  But, even though that is true, I am reminded of 'Make a joyful noise unto the Lord' and I will continue to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Music is the one constant that connect you to a broader meaning.  You start out sharing songs and times and then are able to reach others in deeper ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-1658471429057161659?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/1658471429057161659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=1658471429057161659' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1658471429057161659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/1658471429057161659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-for-soul.html' title='Music for the Soul'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-8591187684080061915</id><published>2007-11-24T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:50:24.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and other musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thanksgiving is over and the mad rush begins to find that 'one perfect gift' for family and friends.  It is sad when the stress of shopping for Christmas overshadows the actual meaning of it. I admit to being one of the weird after Thanksgiving shoppers that get up at 2AM to hit the blitz sales.  I know December 25th is not the actual birth date of Christ but it is the time we have chosen to celebrate and acknowledge Him.  I have a pin that I wear during Christmas time that says 'Merry Christmas it is okay to say' which a friend gave me a few years ago. It became more and more apparent that merchants and the public became so PC that they did not want to offend a small majority of people.  I on the other hand I AM OFFENDED that people choose or are told not to say it.  It may only seem like two little words but it still reminds me of 'Merry Xmas' and the fact that Christ is still being taken out of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces and nephews are being raised the same as my sisters and I were.  We know the real meaning of Christmas and the fact that the gift giving/receiving is a symbol of the gifts brought to Christ at His birth.&lt;br /&gt;When did our Country become a place trying to be ruled by a small majority of people who do nothing to better their lives or the lives of others.  I know my blogs seem like a gripefest but there are things that bother me that have to be brought to the forefront.&lt;br /&gt;I do have many blessings I am grateful in my life.  I know I have the salvation that only Jesus Christ can give me.  I am blessed to have had my Dad, my grandparents and some dear friends in my life before they passed away.  I am grateful to the small number of friends I can count on to help me or know they can count on me to help them.  I am grateful that I can 'pursue happiness'  with my friends and relatives.  I am honored that our Armed Forces is still made up of men and women who voluntarily sacrifice their time,  and many their lives, so we can continue to live in the LAND OF THE FREE THANKS TO THE HOME OF THE BRAVE!! I have had the chance to belong to some phenomenal groups, even though I am a civilian, that can honor our Troops and our Veterans.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful I have can make the decision of my employment, place of residence and what I want to do for pleasure and purpose in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have done things in my life, because of the choices given me, that I have not always been happy with and sometimes ashamed that I chose that direction. I know I have hurt people, intentionally or unintentionally, that I can never take back.  I am still working on the part of me that can hold a grudge for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my life better and hope that those around me who know me have been bettered by the fact that I was in their lives.  Sometimes it will take years for the answers to some of your questions and other times you will never learned the answers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe the path we choose should always be smooth and without problems.  A few problems and struggles in our lives is what builds character, makes us stronger and fortifies our resolves, beliefs and convictions of character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-8591187684080061915?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/8591187684080061915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=8591187684080061915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8591187684080061915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8591187684080061915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/11/merry-christmas-and-other-musings.html' title='Merry Christmas and other musings'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-8163001517256812398</id><published>2007-11-09T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:13:35.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Better Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There is a Toby Keith song, to paraphrase, says 'I bring my better Angels to every fight...hate me if you want to...love me if you can.'  That in a way is how my life goes.  I was brought up with very strong values and opinions.  Some have accused me of being closed-minded. I'm not- but believe if you are too open minded your brain will fall out. I am not one that will go with the flow for the PC times.  If you believe strong enough in something it should not change simply because someone may be offended.  I do not start out to offend. But, neither do I want to be offended by someone trying to stifle my views.  I am Pro-Life and Pro-Death penalty.  There are those that will say this is a contradiction.  I disagree.  A baby did not ask to be brought into this world-nor asked to be killed before they could experience it.  A person that commits murder has given up their right to their life.  To stop this type of punishment does not deter the crime. I also believe if you are able to work YOU SHOULD.  The welfare system was not intended to be a paycheck for those that choose unemployment.  The system is supposed to help those that need it but not for those that have learned to abuse it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just because we are Americans does not give us the right to demand everything we want for nothing.  The US Constitution gives us the rights to 'Life, Liberty and the PURSUIT of Happiness.'  I am grateful for our Founding Fathers drive to put themselves on the line for this Country.  I am extremely proud and thankful for our Past, Present and Future members of the Armed Forces who choose to risk their lives and very Freedoms to protect ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To quote 'there are only two people who gave their lives for us-Jesus Christ and the American Soldiers.'  Without either of them in our lives we would not be able to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, if you still want to read more I look forward to sharing.  If I have offended or turned you off I hope you find what you are looking for elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-8163001517256812398?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/8163001517256812398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=8163001517256812398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8163001517256812398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/8163001517256812398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-better-angels.html' title='My Better Angels'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385925220910518122.post-4369935349099994525</id><published>2007-11-08T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:06:17.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How My Life Has Went So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This may be boring for most but I thought I would give it a try.  It has been said by many that your life is determined by your birth order.  Being the oldest has its own forms of pressure.   I have spent most of my life being told 'now set a good example because your sisters are watching you.'  Then being named after a Mickey Mouse mousketeer. I never saw the show until there were clips shown years later during biographies on the members. This adds the mental pressure to be like 'Annette-the good one.'  Needless to say, I did not go the rebel child direction which some would have chosen.  Instead, I tried to keep the clean image.  My sisters all tried their rebel times and talked about how much FUN it was.  When everyone FINALLY became adults I had my relapse into the childhood I really didn't experience.  Years later I am STILL a teenager at heart. I continue with my 'adult responsibilities' but still try to find the time to enjoy myself with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I do have very strong opinions, thanks to a father and favorite uncles and cousins, who were not shy about sharing their views.  I formed my own views and believe strongly in them.  In later blogs I will try to share some of them with all of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Hope you will not be too bored.  Enjoy the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1385925220910518122-4369935349099994525?l=annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/feeds/4369935349099994525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1385925220910518122&amp;postID=4369935349099994525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4369935349099994525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1385925220910518122/posts/default/4369935349099994525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annettesviewssofar.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-my-life-has-went-so-far.html' title='How My Life Has Went So Far'/><author><name>annette07</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06946316366849371729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lS-bREKBi34/SXkJOr93hiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NJ0XlhAqpmE/S220/sy042006-sympathy-Marine+farewell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
