<?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-2879505049373073338</id><updated>2012-01-31T16:02:01.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamela's Place</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pamela's Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229035241885276251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-7142957888605785504</id><published>2012-01-29T19:29:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:02:01.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuYg30kvc6s/Tyhjt4ftAGI/AAAAAAAAM6I/bfTQybdO4CU/s1600/photo%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuYg30kvc6s/Tyhjt4ftAGI/AAAAAAAAM6I/bfTQybdO4CU/s320/photo%2B2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703918567975354466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SV6zqAraMV0/TyhjtpNlo9I/AAAAAAAAM58/0zbgBbJ6v9c/s1600/photo%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SV6zqAraMV0/TyhjtpNlo9I/AAAAAAAAM58/0zbgBbJ6v9c/s320/photo%2B4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703918563872842706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8alhQ8lG-ts/TyhjuLcmm-I/AAAAAAAAM6U/JDvif8c6Ks8/s1600/photo%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8alhQ8lG-ts/TyhjuLcmm-I/AAAAAAAAM6U/JDvif8c6Ks8/s320/photo%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703918573062626274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday afternoon Marsha came down to spend the night with us we went out to eat with Aunt Lois and Uncle Kenneth then we all came back and play domino it were fun.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we went to Sweetie Pie in Decatur Mother want us kids and grandkids to go   eat there for her birthday some couldn't make it. That what Mother want to do to celebrate her 80th birthday Marsha, Addison, Tosha, Jim, Beverly, Tiffany, Jeff, Emma, Gabe, Jennifer, Kasey, Kaitlyn, Noah, Jay, Karen, Karalee, and Pam all of us were there.&lt;br /&gt;Mother we kids and grandkids are so bless to have you in ours life it were really special to be able to celebrate your 80th birthday with you hope the Lord keep on bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-7142957888605785504?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7142957888605785504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=7142957888605785504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7142957888605785504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7142957888605785504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2012/01/mother-birthday-party.html' title='Mother Birthday Party'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuYg30kvc6s/Tyhjt4ftAGI/AAAAAAAAM6I/bfTQybdO4CU/s72-c/photo%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4881862151572078205</id><published>2011-12-29T23:56:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:19:39.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Early this month December 10 we had Christmas Mother want to have Christmas here at home this year. Everyone decide to have it early where they can go to other side of the family's if they want too they were some of the family couldn't make it that day we miss them. But most of the family came Mother had Jimmy Lou cook the dinner for us it was really good after dinner we had ours Christmas Mother and Marsha had a game that we all play together was it fun. After that we sat around visit with everyone and eat some more it nice just to all be together as a family the Lord is so good to us.&lt;br /&gt;  Then Karen and Jay want Mother and I come down there to have Christmas with them Clinton, Karalee, Hanna, and Travis, it fun we enjoy been with them. Saturday morning Hanna and Travis had to leave to go to his side of the family. That afternoon we all went church to the Christmas service it was nice the next day on our way back home Mother and I we were talking how nice it is to be with family since we already had ours Christmas early so we won't be by ours self.&lt;br /&gt;     A week late on New Year Eve Marsha and Gram came down to be with us Marsha help Mother with her new phone she doing good. We went to Lawton to Outback to eat and went to look at Christmas  lights when we got home we play domino it were a nice eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-4881862151572078205?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4881862151572078205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4881862151572078205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4881862151572078205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4881862151572078205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-7001854479478115292</id><published>2011-12-21T14:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:46:43.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqTz3VNL6FA/TvJEyTnSPwI/AAAAAAAADwc/5MC1SRkM9Yo/s1600/christmasmorning_niv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqTz3VNL6FA/TvJEyTnSPwI/AAAAAAAADwc/5MC1SRkM9Yo/s320/christmasmorning_niv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688684910371553026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;On that first  Christmas morning, God revealed his gift to the world, Jesus, born in  Bethlehem of the virgin Mary. This gift is revealed to us by the Holy  Spirit, and will be continually opened up to us throughout the coming  ages (Ephesians 2:7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-7001854479478115292?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7001854479478115292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=7001854479478115292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7001854479478115292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7001854479478115292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqTz3VNL6FA/TvJEyTnSPwI/AAAAAAAADwc/5MC1SRkM9Yo/s72-c/christmasmorning_niv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4411609827365441823</id><published>2011-07-08T16:12:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:48:42.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Granddaddaughters Came For A Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Luq5zNjLkTs/TiXeuzSe8PI/AAAAAAAADuU/4STLmjkCBfM/s1600/SDC10714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Luq5zNjLkTs/TiXeuzSe8PI/AAAAAAAADuU/4STLmjkCBfM/s320/SDC10714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631151804719755506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmFlaWdRaEM/TiXeugLp2oI/AAAAAAAADuM/sZgas8OCPts/s1600/SDC10721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmFlaWdRaEM/TiXeugLp2oI/AAAAAAAADuM/sZgas8OCPts/s320/SDC10721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631151799590836866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ouEslPizm9Q/TiXeuE7_5sI/AAAAAAAADuE/nukUP184oYI/s1600/SDC10710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ouEslPizm9Q/TiXeuE7_5sI/AAAAAAAADuE/nukUP184oYI/s320/SDC10710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631151792277415618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QULcPLJzXBE/TiXet5zb5LI/AAAAAAAADt8/qg5zgXF9RSQ/s1600/SDC10709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QULcPLJzXBE/TiXet5zb5LI/AAAAAAAADt8/qg5zgXF9RSQ/s320/SDC10709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631151789288711346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2V_w99Hhn5U/TiXevmISyhI/AAAAAAAADuc/1qlkrkxXZDY/s1600/SDC10718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2V_w99Hhn5U/TiXevmISyhI/AAAAAAAADuc/1qlkrkxXZDY/s320/SDC10718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631151818367224338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                       Wednesday Ashley Tiffany and Jennifer came to see us with all their kids I think Tiffany said they always  enjoy coming every summer to see us. When they got here Kaitlyn Emma Noah Gabe and Gram were all exciting to see everyone we all hit the pool Mother had me to go with them. They all feel bad because I had to go with them someone that live in the apartment suppose to go to the pool with their guest. They put me under an umbrella that were good it been 110 up here for a while Jeniffer and Tiffany said boy you are more hotter then we are in Texas the other day I heard someone said it is almost too hot to swim that get pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;We all had a really good time the kids play games I don't know how many times they walk around the courtyard they like that. Night before they went home Mother took everyone to kiddieland park to ride all the rides it was a fun night. When we got home that night Mother told everyone lets all go to the pool and cool off it were really hot the kids like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-4411609827365441823?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4411609827365441823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4411609827365441823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4411609827365441823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4411609827365441823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/07/granddaddaughters-came-for-visit.html' title='Granddaddaughters Came For A Visit'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Luq5zNjLkTs/TiXeuzSe8PI/AAAAAAAADuU/4STLmjkCBfM/s72-c/SDC10714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-116388131924615817</id><published>2011-07-05T14:06:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:53:06.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea2zl_hRfKA/Thsbs8Lo4wI/AAAAAAAADtg/xMJ19tyfVHs/s1600/SDC10665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea2zl_hRfKA/Thsbs8Lo4wI/AAAAAAAADtg/xMJ19tyfVHs/s320/SDC10665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628122618212705026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPxPp55eb2o/Thsbs0prG-I/AAAAAAAADtY/Wnni2mOXBVU/s1600/SDC10658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPxPp55eb2o/Thsbs0prG-I/AAAAAAAADtY/Wnni2mOXBVU/s320/SDC10658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628122616191196130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXJHx7OgTRQ/ThsbsiYqJ8I/AAAAAAAADtQ/MJXU9M-yJHs/s1600/SDC10652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXJHx7OgTRQ/ThsbsiYqJ8I/AAAAAAAADtQ/MJXU9M-yJHs/s320/SDC10652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628122611287992258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBWX-J5W8Jo/ThsbsPbnQiI/AAAAAAAADtI/nlOOCf-p9Ys/s1600/SDC10650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBWX-J5W8Jo/ThsbsPbnQiI/AAAAAAAADtI/nlOOCf-p9Ys/s320/SDC10650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628122606200111650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0hcTKLr2_4/Thsby8Z01qI/AAAAAAAADto/oZeb3C4Ec-g/s1600/SDC10662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0hcTKLr2_4/Thsby8Z01qI/AAAAAAAADto/oZeb3C4Ec-g/s320/SDC10662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628122721351423650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;After church Sunday morning we went up to Marsha she want us to come  for the 4th it nice to be with sisters and brothers. At this time because  it was 8 years ago when Daddy die we always remember how he enjoy that  last 4th of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Gayla Marsha Mother and I are going downtown to Brick Town  Sandy Patty going to be singing down there they had some fireworks too. Everyone came bring yard chairs they were a lots of people down there it were a nice evening when we got in the car to leaven it start to rain we haven't seen rain in a while it nice.&lt;br /&gt;The  next morning we went over to Ashley James and Gram to have breakfast with them all of us went down to the end of the block with ours yard chairs the neighborhood  had a parade it were nice. That night we had a early dinner Mother and Marsha took me to Outback for my birthday Mother and I came home after we got though we had a nice time up there.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-116388131924615817?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116388131924615817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=116388131924615817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/116388131924615817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/116388131924615817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th Of July'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea2zl_hRfKA/Thsbs8Lo4wI/AAAAAAAADtg/xMJ19tyfVHs/s72-c/SDC10665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-9031382586020795550</id><published>2011-06-19T23:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:44:11.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meersburger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itXz_SG7oRI/TgC7a2hCyuI/AAAAAAAADsA/hinQS-CIHg0/s1600/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itXz_SG7oRI/TgC7a2hCyuI/AAAAAAAADsA/hinQS-CIHg0/s320/banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620698404943481570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today is Father Day we didn't go church Marsha came down she Mother and I went to Lawton to Meers is in the Wichita mountains and have a meerburger. We all thought of Daddy because he love to go have a big meerburger sometimes. We didn't get a really big hamburger today but everyone around us had ones they are something to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We enjoy been together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-9031382586020795550?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9031382586020795550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=9031382586020795550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9031382586020795550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9031382586020795550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/06/meersburger.html' title='Meersburger'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itXz_SG7oRI/TgC7a2hCyuI/AAAAAAAADsA/hinQS-CIHg0/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-1394396404539378386</id><published>2011-06-02T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:54:43.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah Do His Karate Text</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtzHcHdYiLc/Tfgsi6GcDpI/AAAAAAAADrY/QoAETASdxbE/s1600/DSC_5909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtzHcHdYiLc/Tfgsi6GcDpI/AAAAAAAADrY/QoAETASdxbE/s320/DSC_5909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-1394396404539378386?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1394396404539378386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=1394396404539378386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/1394396404539378386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/1394396404539378386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/06/noah-do-his-karate-text.html' title='Noah Do His Karate Text'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtzHcHdYiLc/Tfgsi6GcDpI/AAAAAAAADrY/QoAETASdxbE/s72-c/DSC_5909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2409803053869062166</id><published>2011-06-02T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:36:14.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go To Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Jackie going to take Mother Aunt Pat and Uncle Jack out to see  Aunt Janet and Uncle Jimmy I know they will have a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;   Today Mother took me to Bowie to meet Beverly and Jim I am going to  stay with them while Mother gone out there. Friday night we went to eat  at Logan then we weńt to watch Noah do his Karate test he did good.   Yesterday Jennifer Tïffany Jeff and the kids came over to go swim it  hot they had a good time in the pool. Today after church we went to eat come home took a  nap everyone here in Texas are really exciting they are watch the finals  basketball Mavericks and Miami game. They all hope the Mavericks will  win the championship  Jay and Karen gone this week  to Nicarague on a ministry  trip Jim tell me the last time Jay went to Nicaragua the Mavericks were in the  finals Jay keep text him to see who  win they lost tonight they were all sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2409803053869062166?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2409803053869062166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2409803053869062166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2409803053869062166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2409803053869062166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/06/go-to-texas.html' title='Go To Texas'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-739242690939957327</id><published>2011-05-10T22:16:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:32:08.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last Thursday Mother and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;came down to Fort Worth on the way we stop in Decatur at sweetie pie  to have lunch it really good spend the night with Aunt Launita and Uncle Fred they were happy  that we came spend the night with them they been want us do that for while we went out and sat outside it were nice out there we had good time.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we came to Beverly and Jim  Beverly Mother Pauline were there too Pauline and Beverly going to church tonight for something at her  church Mother Jim Emma and I are going to the Bill Gaither tonight and  tomorrow Beverly going with us tomorrow. Mother and Jim got up to  morning  and went to Emma game they said it was a good game.&lt;br /&gt;We left the Gaither Saturday early because Jim Kasey and Jeff cook dinner that night for Tiffany Jennifer Beverly Pauline and Mother for Mother Day it was really nice dinner it was a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-739242690939957327?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/739242690939957327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=739242690939957327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/739242690939957327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/739242690939957327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-day-weekend.html' title='Mother Day Weekend'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4051688204317914997</id><published>2011-05-02T22:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:51:03.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nitXFxK6FHk/TcBAP1D587I/AAAAAAAADp0/LwXXSarxniI/s1600/pacasa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nitXFxK6FHk/TcBAP1D587I/AAAAAAAADp0/LwXXSarxniI/s320/pacasa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602548577134572466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKUpRseo8UE/TcA_kRq38LI/AAAAAAAADps/xCKIk0c9D4E/s1600/photo%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZxfVKE4reY/TcA_j5mnZuI/AAAAAAAADpk/vTMj4QpWJKg/s1600/photo%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZxfVKE4reY/TcA_j5mnZuI/AAAAAAAADpk/vTMj4QpWJKg/s320/photo%2B3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602547822439655138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We left Jim about nine headed for San Antonio, we stopped at&lt;br /&gt;Hillsboroughl for gas" had I mile left on the gas gauge. God is good&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to San Marcus and hit the outlet mall wow e ! ! Shopped for&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of hours or three. Arrived in San Antonio around four thirty,&lt;br /&gt;the hotel is really nice on the riverfront, our rooms looks out over&lt;br /&gt;the river, Marsha knows how to pick a beautiful hotel, we" ll rest a&lt;br /&gt;little and go find a place to have dinner .About nine Marsha and Mom&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hot tub and it was so relaxing good night  ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and celebrated ,had breakfast in bed, dressed and went to&lt;br /&gt;the SaS factory,,poor sis had a hard time picking out shoes,,but ended&lt;br /&gt;up with four pair.. Marsha and I found a pair of sandals  then we took&lt;br /&gt;a drive thru. San Antonio and came back to the hotel and unloaded and&lt;br /&gt;took a walk down the river walk and had lunch',then granny took the&lt;br /&gt;boat back to the hotel for a rest, Pam and Marsha stayed and shopped&lt;br /&gt;another couple of hours ,we had dinner on the river, the ducks kept&lt;br /&gt;pecking at our legs and rear ends they are beggars,  came back to our&lt;br /&gt;room and watched dancing with the stars and then Marsha and Mom went&lt;br /&gt;back to the hot tub,,it was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to kerrville handmade a side trip to the wild seed farms and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some serious shopping for a couple of hours, then went back into&lt;br /&gt;kerrvile and checked into our hotel, rested awhile,that shopping wears&lt;br /&gt;you out. It was time to go eat so we set out to find lafours&lt;br /&gt;restaurant, they had moved to a new place, so we toured the place&lt;br /&gt;until we found it, it was worth the wait,then back to the hotel to&lt;br /&gt;watch American idol, and off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up and had breakfast and loaded the car, and headed for Austin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we planned to meet Hanna and share lunch with her and catch up on all&lt;br /&gt;her good news,wedding plans that is !!  Got back on the road and&lt;br /&gt;headed for Jim and bevs. It's three thirty and we are on the road&lt;br /&gt;again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night with Jim and bev and Jay and Karen came over,  had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good visit with them, caught up on all their plans. We turned in&lt;br /&gt;early so we could get up and watch the royal wedding, we got up at&lt;br /&gt;three o,clock and it was worth the loss of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Marsha met with Andrew,,Friday morning and then we loaded up and&lt;br /&gt;headed for Duncan, on the way we stopped at decatur, ,and had lunch at&lt;br /&gt;sweetie pies, it was the best ! ! Now we are on the way to Duncan, it&lt;br /&gt;has been a great week, great trip, thanks to Marsha,s driving, so&lt;br /&gt;long!  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-4051688204317914997?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4051688204317914997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4051688204317914997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4051688204317914997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4051688204317914997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/05/san-antonio.html' title='San Antonio'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nitXFxK6FHk/TcBAP1D587I/AAAAAAAADp0/LwXXSarxniI/s72-c/pacasa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-6320497354529439837</id><published>2011-04-30T22:27:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:56:38.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day before Easter Marsha want Mother and I to come to her house she was going to fix Easter dinner that Saturday before we left on ours trip. When we got there Marsha had make a Maze out of yarn it went all around and though the house we haven't seen anything like it before. It were in the house out in the front on the sides and in the back yard the yarn were in all different colors at the end of every yarn she had a presents for the persons.&lt;br /&gt;After everyone got there Marsha said lets do the Maze first because someone might fall down walking over the yarn. Mother Sulie and I watch everyone work at it I don't think anyone knew what they suppose to do. Marsha had Gram and David help Gram with his Tosha Addison Ashley and James she told them they need to make a ball out of they yarn but they are some rules to go by. It took them about 30 minute to finished it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mother and I really did enjoy watch them after that they let Gram hunting Easter Eggs it funny everyone help him he had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then Marsha had a nice dinner it were a really fun afternoon been with family Mother and I went back home before it got dark the next day Marsha came to pick us up we going to San Antonio we stop to spend the night with Jim and Beverly on the way. Marsha told then about the maze she did Beverly said I want to do that the kids are coming over. But she just had knee surgery she need to be careful Marsha told her I will make a small one Jim help her. Emma Gabe Kaitlyn and Noah they had really good time doing that then they had Easter Eggs hunting too. It were a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-6320497354529439837?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6320497354529439837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=6320497354529439837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6320497354529439837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6320497354529439837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2605828840374002294</id><published>2011-04-19T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:53:10.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpbRYucA2os/Ta5YX4kauxI/AAAAAAAADog/tTZuu9VvFt0/s1600/egghunt_niv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpbRYucA2os/Ta5YX4kauxI/AAAAAAAADog/tTZuu9VvFt0/s320/egghunt_niv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597508554213473042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus died on the cross and rose from the dead so that we could be  forgiven for our sins, and enter into a loving relationship with the  Father God. Religion can make us feel bad about our sins, but only Jesus  can take sin away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2605828840374002294?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2605828840374002294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2605828840374002294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2605828840374002294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2605828840374002294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/04/egg-hunt.html' title='Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpbRYucA2os/Ta5YX4kauxI/AAAAAAAADog/tTZuu9VvFt0/s72-c/egghunt_niv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2089082497988683137</id><published>2011-03-11T21:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:31:59.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe Play Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMHTgLlN-G8/TX2YmYuF75I/AAAAAAAADnU/QGK0DDpnk2g/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMHTgLlN-G8/TX2YmYuF75I/AAAAAAAADnU/QGK0DDpnk2g/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583786898247511954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday Morning Mom and I went to the doctor we got a good report but we  do got to go back for some test soon. After we got through with the  doctor we went to Texas to Beverly and Jim they been want us come to see  them. Monday night Jennifer and Kasey came over and eat with us we sat  around the table and visit for long time.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Jim show Mom and I some things on ours iPad I had a feeling he  will have to show me again because I already forgot what he teach me.  Mom and I went over to see Uncle Fred for little while. Then we came  back we all went to Gabe base ball game they didn't win that were they first game we enjoy the  game.&lt;br /&gt;Jim took us to see the movie Grace Card they is a church somewhere in Georgia that has made 2 3 movies and that is one of them it were good. After we got home Jay came over to see us for little while we had a nice week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2089082497988683137?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2089082497988683137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2089082497988683137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2089082497988683137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2089082497988683137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/03/gabe-play-ball.html' title='Gabe Play Ball'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMHTgLlN-G8/TX2YmYuF75I/AAAAAAAADnU/QGK0DDpnk2g/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-9054619832486485421</id><published>2011-02-13T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:45:38.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qljDFo7ZKug/TVjBgTDbjUI/AAAAAAAADmY/H00adZkqfGs/s1600/joinedtogether_niv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qljDFo7ZKug/TVjBgTDbjUI/AAAAAAAADmY/H00adZkqfGs/s320/joinedtogether_niv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-9054619832486485421?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9054619832486485421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=9054619832486485421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9054619832486485421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9054619832486485421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qljDFo7ZKug/TVjBgTDbjUI/AAAAAAAADmY/H00adZkqfGs/s72-c/joinedtogether_niv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2124230876784293580</id><published>2010-12-29T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:28:16.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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Mother said it feel good to be there they need help Jay were gone to pick up Karalee when we got there Karen told everyone we going to have a Mexican Christmas she and Mother decorated the house that afternoon and getting things ready.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve day everybody start coming around 2:00 everyone bring a Mexican dish for dinner it were all good they were some of the family couldn't be there this year we miss them. After we eat we had a talent show we laugh and it were fun then we open some presents and goody bags after that the little kids had a pinata to do and enjoy each other just thanks the Lord for let us all been together.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Jay and Karen had they Christmas and want Mother and I to be there too Karen read the Christmas story we all got a Christmas stocking Hanna and Clinton hand out presents I told everyone this is the first time I open presents on Christmas morning we all laugh and had fun in the afternoon we went to see a Christmas movie the last 4 or 5 years sometimes we try to go see a Christmas movie.&lt;br /&gt; Mother and I went over to Jim and Beverly the next day we were going home that afternoon but we end up spend the night. We had a really nice Christmas this year it so nice to be with family's and celebration Jesus   birthday together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-279961462794621639?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/279961462794621639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=279961462794621639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/279961462794621639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/279961462794621639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-had-really-nice-christmas.html' title='We Had A Really Nice Christmas'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-5508136272176752297</id><published>2010-12-06T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:21:01.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls Get Ready To Get In The Hot Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TPyAzV7pk5I/AAAAAAAADjQ/CxATbHdbvKs/s1600/SDC10524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TPyAzV7pk5I/AAAAAAAADjQ/CxATbHdbvKs/s320/SDC10524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-5508136272176752297?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5508136272176752297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=5508136272176752297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5508136272176752297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5508136272176752297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-get-ready-to-get-in-hot-tub.html' title='The Girls Get Ready To Get In The Hot Tub'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TPyAzV7pk5I/AAAAAAAADjQ/CxATbHdbvKs/s72-c/SDC10524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-5593594506801937975</id><published>2010-12-06T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:10:20.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma &amp; Gabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TPx-TMU9L4I/AAAAAAAADjE/ljXFBOqI7SQ/s1600/SDC10503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TPx-TMU9L4I/AAAAAAAADjE/ljXFBOqI7SQ/s320/SDC10503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-5593594506801937975?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5593594506801937975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=5593594506801937975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5593594506801937975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5593594506801937975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/12/emma-gabe.html' title='Emma &amp; Gabe'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TPx-TMU9L4I/AAAAAAAADjE/ljXFBOqI7SQ/s72-c/SDC10503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2952675426659300066</id><published>2010-12-06T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:06:16.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TPx9WHTsLwI/AAAAAAAADi4/nOVCKY1Kjtw/s1600/20101125-213526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TPx9WHTsLwI/AAAAAAAADi4/nOVCKY1Kjtw/s320/20101125-213526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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We got down there in time for Thanksgiving dinner we had lot to eat we thanks the Lord for ours family for lets us all be together.&lt;br /&gt;   It were really cold that day so we stay inside after we eat Mother some other took a nap Jay Jim and other watch football. The next day Karen took Mother Beverly Marsha Tiffany and Emma shopping at a store by the lake after they got back the kids went outside it warm up some they had good time. It funny that night it turn cold again before we went to bed Karen Hanna and Marsha went out and got in the hot tub we couldn't believe Mother took a picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-9194662411740954456?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9194662411740954456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=9194662411740954456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9194662411740954456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9194662411740954456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-741584327987948929</id><published>2010-11-23T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:09:07.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgivings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TOyd8uxZkjI/AAAAAAAADhs/534lm14mmA0/s1600/countyourblessings_niv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TOyd8uxZkjI/AAAAAAAADhs/534lm14mmA0/s320/countyourblessings_niv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-741584327987948929?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/741584327987948929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=741584327987948929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/741584327987948929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/741584327987948929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgivings.html' title='Thanksgivings'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TOyd8uxZkjI/AAAAAAAADhs/534lm14mmA0/s72-c/countyourblessings_niv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-3290958389361457428</id><published>2010-11-23T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:02:47.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;In a few days, we will be celebrating the Thanksgiving Day holiday here  in America, a day for giving thanks to God. As Christians, we should be  thankful everyday for all of God's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-3290958389361457428?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3290958389361457428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=3290958389361457428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3290958389361457428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3290958389361457428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/11/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4110051435854172279</id><published>2010-09-22T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:52:30.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Envious Penguin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TJrdCujkyvI/AAAAAAAADfw/hxKo6FyKlac/s1600/enviouspenguin_niv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TJrdCujkyvI/AAAAAAAADfw/hxKo6FyKlac/s320/enviouspenguin_niv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-4110051435854172279?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4110051435854172279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4110051435854172279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4110051435854172279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4110051435854172279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/09/envious-penguin.html' title='Envious Penguin'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TJrdCujkyvI/AAAAAAAADfw/hxKo6FyKlac/s72-c/enviouspenguin_niv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-6386988919374079114</id><published>2010-09-22T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:37:12.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penguin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A penguin would be quite sad and frustrated if he tried to use his wings to fly like other birds.  But a penguin in the water is quite content because there he can use his wings to swim gracefully.  Likewise, we will not find contentment and joy until we stop comparing ourselves to others, and instead, inquire of the Lord as to the place he has for us in his plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-6386988919374079114?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6386988919374079114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=6386988919374079114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6386988919374079114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6386988919374079114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/09/penguin.html' title='A Penguin'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-5158323749545078324</id><published>2010-07-01T00:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:51:20.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karalee Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TCwsJpAQmYI/AAAAAAAADcE/1vnyXVzlayM/s1600/SDC10212-702876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TCwsJpAQmYI/AAAAAAAADcE/1vnyXVzlayM/s320/SDC10212-702876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488810589995178370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TCwsKOEO1NI/AAAAAAAADcM/j9kgvkQ-KmY/s1600/SDC10213-704190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TCwsKOEO1NI/AAAAAAAADcM/j9kgvkQ-KmY/s320/SDC10213-704190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488810599943951570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-5158323749545078324?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5158323749545078324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=5158323749545078324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5158323749545078324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5158323749545078324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/07/karalee-day_6477.html' title='Karalee Day'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TCwsJpAQmYI/AAAAAAAADcE/1vnyXVzlayM/s72-c/SDC10212-702876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-5160074870284457215</id><published>2010-06-22T23:29:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:08:52.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karalee High School Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On June 3 we went down to Karen and Jay for Karalee high  school graduation the next day Karalee got autism she is a special niece to me and to everyone in the family. Karen parents came too that morning we all went to school some of Jim family came too they were about 14 of us Karalee family there on her special day.&lt;br /&gt;Karalee were the only one Graduation in her class we all went to her room they were going to do the ceremony there it was neat they had all of her teachers there that teach her through the years. Each one of the teachers told how much they enjoy having  Karalee in they class and what all Karalee had learn. After that they play music and Karalee march in with her cap and gown on the principal hand her diploma to her and yes some of us cry we was happy for her Karen bring refreshments for everyone she had it set up nice.&lt;br /&gt;That was the last day of school Karen bring her home in the afternoon Karalee swim she enjoy that we sat around visit Mother ask Karen and Jay if Karalee would like to go to see a movie they said yes. We all went to see Marmaduke it about an dog Mother buy some popcorn Karalee love that we went to eat after the movie. They took Karalee home before we went back home Karen and Jay took her inside Jay came back out ask Mother if she would like to see her apartment. Mother said when they went back in Karalee came over to the door when they came in she took Mother hand to take Mother to see her room and bathroom. Karalee want to show her Grandmother her room and things it was a special day we all love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-5160074870284457215?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5160074870284457215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=5160074870284457215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5160074870284457215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5160074870284457215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/06/karalee-high-school-graduation-day.html' title='Karalee High School Graduation Day'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-6111356856797734432</id><published>2010-06-15T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:36:30.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandmother Lurah And Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TBgOfqDFvxI/AAAAAAAADbE/S1Z6FMJ3XEE/s1600/image3-790247.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TBgOfqDFvxI/AAAAAAAADbE/S1Z6FMJ3XEE/s320/image3-790247.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483148483349561106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is a great photo:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-6111356856797734432?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6111356856797734432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=6111356856797734432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6111356856797734432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6111356856797734432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-grandmother-lurah-and-me.html' title='My Grandmother Lurah And Me'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/TBgOfqDFvxI/AAAAAAAADbE/S1Z6FMJ3XEE/s72-c/image3-790247.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-5317939595143389474</id><published>2010-06-11T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:27:26.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ipad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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I saw one of the new Ipad on T.V. I tell Mother I wonder if I could work one of those Mother said it might take time but you can. As time pass maybe month went by we went to the City to see Marsha we went shopping Ashley go too I tell them about the Ipad that I saw they said we can go by the Apple store and you can try it to see what you think I tell them let me thinking about it some more I said I hate to buy one and won't be able to work it. Mother Marsha and Ashley said Pam you can do it at the same time it funny Gram were playing with his Iphone he had I were watch him playing basketball. Then Gram hand the Iphone to me he said you try it he show me what to do in little bit I made a hoop he said good job Pam we both laugh.&lt;br /&gt; A week or so went by all the kids came home Saturday before Mother Day for the day we had a good time Jim walk in that day with a Ipad the one I saw he buy one. Everyone play with it I told Jim I saw one of them on T.V. he said that is one of the reason I bring it I want to see if can work one but I don't think I touch it that day. Later on in the week Mother tell me I told Jim to get you a Ipad I said Mother what if I can't work it she said you can beside that you need a new challenge in your life. Jim call Mother tell her he got the Ipad and I be up soon to setting it up for Pam also teach her how to work it. Mother and everyone in the family tell me I can do it I think it going to be nice after I learn more about it when Jim show me what to do when I try to touch something I always hit in the wrong place. As time go by I found that if I brace my arm in my other hand it help a lot Jim tell me it will get easy when you do it more I enjoy learning something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-731497381575398843?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/731497381575398843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=731497381575398843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/731497381575398843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/731497381575398843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/06/ipad.html' title='Ipad'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-6914716194667475259</id><published>2010-04-30T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:15:51.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S9uc5bw4ZeI/AAAAAAAADZM/GgtQfZl_-ok/s1600/img027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; 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Someone had the TV on they came outside and tell us that they is a tornado coming this way Daddy told Mother to get all the kids and everyone in the hall we had that hall full Lorri had her dog in there too. We talking and laugh Mother said look at those guys they watch for the tornado pretty soon here they came in Daddy Jay and Jim said we saw the tornado. I don’t remember which one of them took a video of it the winds start blow a lot we were all scare we all notice Karalee my niece got autism keep crying while and right before all that was happen. After a while it was over with we were thankful that no ones was hurt God took care of us. Daddy Jay and Jim took a walk around the house and out in the field to see if we had any kind of damage. Mother had made some ducks they exploded and the patio table had a pieces of glass on top of it the guys found it out in the field it didn’t even were broken we all feel very luckily that day. The next morning we all went to church for Mother Day it were nice all of us were together that morning At the time we were going to Cumberland Presbyterian Church Jim took the church bulletin he draw a picture on it of a tornado he pass it down to Mother and he write something on it she still got it. Also it seem like Karen sing that morning in church she sing I Bowed Down On My Knee And Cried Holy Karen did sign language along with it. Mother said almost everyone came up to her afterward and tell her how much they enjoy Karen singing and wish she will come back here is the words to the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I Bowed Down On My Knee And Cried Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dreamed of a city called Glory&lt;br /&gt;It was so bright and so fair&lt;br /&gt;As I entered that gate, I cried holy&lt;br /&gt;All the angels met me there&lt;br /&gt;And They carried me from mansion to mansion&lt;br /&gt;And all The sights I saw&lt;br /&gt;I said I want to see Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He's the One who died for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed on my knees and cried Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;I clapped my hands and sang Glory,&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the Son of God&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the Son of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the gates of the city&lt;br /&gt;My Loved ones all knew me well&lt;br /&gt;They took me down the streets of heaven&lt;br /&gt;All the saints were too many to tell&lt;br /&gt;I saw Abraham, Jacob and Isaac&lt;br /&gt;Talked with Mark, sat down with Timothy&lt;br /&gt;But then I said, I want to see Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He's the One who died for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed on my knees and cried Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;I clapped my hands and sang Glory,glory, glory&lt;br /&gt;I clapped my hands and sang Glory&lt;br /&gt;I clapped my hands and sang Glory&lt;br /&gt;I clapped my hands and sang Glory&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the Son of God&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the Son of God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After everyone went home that afternoon we talk about how much fun we had that weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-8567466030087754025?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8567466030087754025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=8567466030087754025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8567466030087754025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8567466030087754025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/04/1993-mother-day-weekend.html' title='1993 Mother Day Weekend'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-8576886787133956307</id><published>2010-04-21T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:26:41.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamara Lowe at Christ Fellowship</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUQYJ77qa50&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUQYJ77qa50&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-8576886787133956307?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8576886787133956307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=8576886787133956307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8576886787133956307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8576886787133956307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/04/tamara-lowe-at-christ-fellowship.html' title='Tamara Lowe at Christ Fellowship'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-9019384820066723405</id><published>2010-04-01T23:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:12:32.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;An egg hunt is an Easter tradition in many parts of the world. Brightly colored eggs are hidden where children can find them, and put them in their baskets. Similarly, Jesus is also hidden in this world. But if we look for him, we will find him, and he will come to live in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S7V5LghQx-I/AAAAAAAADTo/pXU1xRByU4Q/s1600/easterfind_niv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S7V5LghQx-I/AAAAAAAADTo/pXU1xRByU4Q/s320/easterfind_niv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-9019384820066723405?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9019384820066723405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=9019384820066723405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9019384820066723405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9019384820066723405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/04/egg-hunt-is-easter-tradition-in-many.html' title='Easter Find'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S7V5LghQx-I/AAAAAAAADTo/pXU1xRByU4Q/s72-c/easterfind_niv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-5556139869295095237</id><published>2010-02-09T23:10:00.044-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:58:39.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snow &amp; An Ice Storm In Duncan We Will Always Remember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On January 28 they were talking on t.v. that Thursday morning about we was going to have a snow and an ice storm we really didn't think too much about it. As the day go along it begin to sound like it going to do something we heard that the electricity might go off. By 2:00 Mother hurry to send a e-mail to the kids to tell them not to worry about us I have a feeling ours electricity get ready to go off the minute she send it went off. Jay call right then ask Mother if she want him to come to get us she said Jay I think it will be back by night I call you back later I hate for you to come up here and it come back on.&lt;br /&gt;In 2 3 hours we were wonder what to do Mother might be think about call Jay back I don't know then Jimmie Lou our friend call Mother want to know what she doing Mother said I been trying to decide what to do. Jimmy Lou tell Mother to get her things together you and Pam come over here with us we got a fireplace to keep warm I will get busy and call the church to tell Barb for them to go pick you up Mark Spradlin he is you deacon and bring you both over here. Here come Barb and Mark help us get ours things and took us to Jimmie Lou and James we all thought maybe it were just for one night but it end up been for a week.&lt;br /&gt;After Barb and Mark got us over there they said we got to go pick up Barb Mother and take her over to ours house it kind neat to see ours church family help everyone through the storm. When Mother and I got over to Jimmie Lou she has some coffee cups on top of the fireplace with soup in them to get warm to eat James had a nice warm fire going in the fireplace the soup were hot and good that night. Jimmie Lou had hang a blanket up on top of the door to keep all the cold air out of the family room where we stay most of the time. James got up 2 or 3 times during the night to put wood on the fire they had a lot of blanket on the beds it remind  me when I was a little girl going to Grandmother she has a lot of blankets on the beds you can't turn over very good but it keep us warm in Mother bedroom they got a gas heater in the wall it keep that end of the house warm.&lt;br /&gt;The next day Mother and Jimmie Lou saw that we were going to be there for a while and they try to figure stuff to eat and stuff that we need to get to use. Like flashlight and some candles Mother said I got an oil lantern over at the house I need to go get it. Jimmie Lou tell her I will call my nephew to come over here to take you over to the house Mother said I will get some soup that I had make right  before this hit some more things we can use. That night after we eat Jimmie Lou and James they niece and nephew came over to see if we were alright to check to see if we need anything they was telling us that it look scare out there. Tonight they been riding around Duncan the whole town is without electricity the only lights you see is the cars lights have you ever got dresser with a flashlight or a candle those oil lantern came in pretty nice the rest of the week I thought I never will said that but it did.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mark came over to ask Mother if she need to go back over to the house he said I realize we hurry up the other day Mother tell him I went over there yesterday but I need to go back he said come on it seem like she had to go back over there ever day. Sunday morning they call church off because of no electricity some of the church staff that Sunday morning they went around to different members help them with trees and branches that had fall on they driveway so they can get out if they need to. They brought James some of the wood he said we always can use the wood  he said before they come I need to go out there and bring some wood to the house Mother and Jimmie Lou tell him if he bring the wood to the patio they will put it by the door.&lt;br /&gt;It sometimes funny to see Jimmie Lou and Mother try to figure out different ways to cook ours food I think Jimmie Lou said one day we going to have hamburger she ask James if he can put some hot coals in a bucket he said how are you going to do it? Jimmie Lou said I am going to put the hamburger in an pan then put the pan on top of the coals I think Mother said Jimmie Lou if you got a big pan why can you take that and turn the big pan upside down to sat the hot coals on top of that she said that a good idea and it will also warm up the kitchen too. It seem like we all got exciting about how they cook those hamburger they was really good and the rest time during that time that they did a great job cooking. Some of Duncan got they electricity on before everyone else Jimmie Lou neighbor she call one morning she said my electricity on she said would you like some real coffee Jimmie Lou tell her that will be nice she James and Mother was happy they enjoy they coffee that morning.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this storm it were Mother birthday before it hit all the kids were coming home   for her birthday but they all call her that day she told them she just thankful for a nice warm fireplace to stay warm. In the afternoon Mother Jimmie Lou and I start play domino to pass the time a away James told us to let Mother win because it was her birthday. Then it were begin to get dark we was use the oil lantern and candles to see by we decide to stop playing it was hard to see every night we sat around with the oil lantern candles going I ask Mother and Jimmie Lou boy what did y'all do back when you were grown up when it get dark like this? They both laugh at me we sat around like we doing now talking or go to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the week we all thank the Lord that we had each other because sometimes I think we feel like we not going see electricity again guess we had done without for a while that it make you wonder like that sometimes. But it could had been a lot worst Mother and I thank the Lord he took care all of us and give us friends and family to help us too here is a verse it kind go along what we had gone through.&lt;br /&gt;Half of the wood he burns in the fire; over it he prepares his meal, he roasts his meat and eats his fill. He also warm himself and says, "Ah! I am warm; I see the fire."    Isaiah  44:16&lt;br /&gt;After we been there for about 5 days Mother tell Jimmie Lou that Jim coming to pick us up and take us to Texas she thank them for lets us stay with them Jim took us home with him. It funny when we got down Mother and I look at each other said they got electricity Jim and Beverly just laugh at us anywhere everyone came over they give Mother a birthday party. Everyone want to know all about the storm Mother tell them someone said it sound almost like camping and it did feel like it the next day we went over to Jay and Karen all of them want to know everything that happen too. Jay bring us back home he and Mother when we got home they clean out the ice box and throw everything away just to be save it were some storm I think Duncan still talking about it today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-5556139869295095237?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5556139869295095237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=5556139869295095237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5556139869295095237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5556139869295095237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-ice-storm-in-duncan-we-will-always.html' title='A Snow &amp; An Ice Storm In Duncan We Will Always Remember!'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2550795465200096287</id><published>2010-01-27T12:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:10:16.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farmer &amp; A Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S2od9ZjQwHI/AAAAAAAADL0/u9p04pkNyCM/s1600-h/%2B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S2od9ZjQwHI/AAAAAAAADL0/u9p04pkNyCM/s320/%2B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434188841043935346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:transparent;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:transparent;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and&lt;br /&gt;set about nailing it to a post on the edge of&lt;br /&gt;his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the&lt;br /&gt;post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked&lt;br /&gt;down into the eyes of a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your&lt;br /&gt;puppies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat&lt;br /&gt;off the back of his neck, "These puppies come&lt;br /&gt;from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then&lt;br /&gt;reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a&lt;br /&gt;handful of change and held it up to the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take&lt;br /&gt;a look?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out&lt;br /&gt;a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran&lt;br /&gt;Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy pressed his face against the chain&lt;br /&gt;link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the&lt;br /&gt;dogs made their way to the fence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;the little boy&lt;br /&gt;noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably&lt;br /&gt;smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat&lt;br /&gt;awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward&lt;br /&gt;the others, doing its best to catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the&lt;br /&gt;runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able&lt;br /&gt;to run and play with you like these other dogs would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that the little boy stepped back from the fence,&lt;br /&gt;reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his&lt;br /&gt;trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down&lt;br /&gt;both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made&lt;br /&gt;shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir,&lt;br /&gt;I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone&lt;br /&gt;who understands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and&lt;br /&gt;picked up the little pup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Pam/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:transparent;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much?" asked the little boy... "No charge,"&lt;br /&gt;answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of people who need someone who&lt;br /&gt;understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2550795465200096287?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2550795465200096287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2550795465200096287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2550795465200096287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2550795465200096287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/farmer-little-boy.html' title='A Farmer &amp; A Little Boy'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S2od9ZjQwHI/AAAAAAAADL0/u9p04pkNyCM/s72-c/%2B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-695942799076523255</id><published>2010-01-25T23:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:29:22.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S159T7U1yrI/AAAAAAAADJ0/xYN82ile7Xg/s1600-h/%2B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S159T7U1yrI/AAAAAAAADJ0/xYN82ile7Xg/s320/%2B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;As Christians we have the assurance that when our bodies die, our spirits will move&lt;br /&gt;to heaven, where our Father has prepared a new body for us to live in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-695942799076523255?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/695942799076523255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=695942799076523255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/695942799076523255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/695942799076523255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-christians-we-have-assurance-that.html' title='A New House'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/S159T7U1yrI/AAAAAAAADJ0/xYN82ile7Xg/s72-c/%2B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-3405421351038363141</id><published>2010-01-20T13:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:41:03.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Breath By: Hanna Jo Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qri3BYFf3sc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qri3BYFf3sc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-3405421351038363141?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3405421351038363141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=3405421351038363141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3405421351038363141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3405421351038363141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-breath-by-hanna-jo-smith.html' title='Take A Breath By: Hanna Jo Smith'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2085001732077621454</id><published>2010-01-06T22:03:00.027-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:39:23.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent  Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;When I were down at Karen and Jay while Mother was recover from her knee surgery I think it were the first week I were there that Hanna got an chance to sing in a talent show. It were down at Cresson Texas at Tumbleweed's Bar-B-Que in the back of the Restaurant they have a close in patio a radio station put it on I think Hanna told me that radio stations put on talent shows sometimes to found new talent.&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Jo heard about it she sign up they had it for so many weeks you can go back every week if you want to until you win Hanna had to sing a song she know and sing one that she wrote. Karen was going meet us down there after her volleyball game we all going go listen to her sing Jay and I got down there Hanna said that Karen got sick and had to go home we feel bad for Karen because she want to be there. Hanna did really good Jay and I was proud of her she getting some good experience singing when every she can like that.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I said Jay you know that movie Coal Miner's Daughter about Loretta Lynn and how Doo Loretta Lynn husband took her all these places to sing to getting her start. One of the first place I think it was loud everyone in there talking laugh they wasn't listen to her sing Doo stand up and start walking around and then I think he told them to be quite and listen to my wife. That the way it was tonight I tell Jay it loud in there and I want to stand up and tell everyone to be quite and listen to my niece she is good then Jay and I laugh about it Hanna tell us how many people came up to her afterward to tell her she was good so I guess they was listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2085001732077621454?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2085001732077621454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2085001732077621454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2085001732077621454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2085001732077621454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/talent-show.html' title='Talent  Show'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4529086217119608803</id><published>2009-12-30T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:01:49.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like This Picture From Last Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SzvNzAYgP4I/AAAAAAAADIM/Uimil2yTzIM/s1600-h/20081224-191140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SzvNzAYgP4I/AAAAAAAADIM/Uimil2yTzIM/s320/20081224-191140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-4529086217119608803?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4529086217119608803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4529086217119608803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4529086217119608803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4529086217119608803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-this-picture-from-last-year.html' title='I Like This Picture From Last Year'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SzvNzAYgP4I/AAAAAAAADIM/Uimil2yTzIM/s72-c/20081224-191140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2134871219320446548</id><published>2009-12-25T22:24:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:46:15.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight is Christmas Day night it has been a really different Christmas Wednesday Mother had Jim and Beverly come by and pick up some presents.  To drop off by Marsha on they way to Beverly Mother house Lorri were come to pick Mother and me up to take us to Marsha for Christmas Eve Jay Karen they family were come up from Texas that day too. Marsha was going to having all of us at her house this year we were looking forward been together like we do every years. But we all woken up the next morning Christmas Eve Day to a blizzard we thought it going be a little snow storm but it was a blizzard. All of Jim family was already up there Jim call Mother to see how we doing she tell him we wait for Lorri he said the weather start getting bad and then Lorri call  she told Mother her car turn around on the ice she said I'm in Oklahoma I don't know what to do. By this time Mother tell her it start come down here she told Lorri see if you can get back to Bowie and call back then Jim call he told Mother he believe we all need to stay home she said I do too. Mother ask him to tell Marsha what going on. Lorri call said she make back to Bowie Mother tell her to go home that she and Jim decide it not worth get out there in the blizzard it be bad for all of us to get on the road someone call Jay to tell him I think we are all going to try again for next weekend to get together.&lt;br /&gt;By this time it about lunchtime Mother and I sat down to eat we look out and watch the blizzard the wind blow all day long we thought it going the take the roof off of the house we haven't heard it blow like that before. It were a quite Christmas Eve everyone keep calling see how we doing Mother and I watch that movie The Christmas Story it about the boy want a BB Gun for Christmas it a good movie. All of Jim and Beverly family went on over to Marsha Christmas Eve Day with Marsha family they said the kids play in the snow. That night we got a e-mail from Marsha she said The Inn Is Full we didn't know what she talking about until the next day someone told us that they were all leave Marsha and Jim family all had to come back because all they cars got stuck in the snow they all had to spend the night with her.&lt;br /&gt;At one point Jay call Mother he want to know what we doing she said Pam and I are watch it snow and watch movies he said we are doing the same thing. Mother said Jay the last time we had to stay home for Christmas it was because of you he laugh and want to know why Mother tell him you suppose be born the doctor told me to stay home it were worth because we got you.&lt;br /&gt;  Jim and Beverly came by here Saturday after Christmas Day it nice to see them they spend the night with us that night we watch some Hallmark movies. Yes it was a quite Christmas but we were all thankful that the Lord give us a warm house food and each other.&lt;br /&gt;   Happy Birthday Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2134871219320446548?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2134871219320446548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2134871219320446548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2134871219320446548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2134871219320446548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-9148762165284678884</id><published>2009-12-21T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:11:27.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful Toon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SzBU_SeYFCI/AAAAAAAACzs/Exe9CMGCFaw/s1600-h/oneofthesedays_niv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SzBU_SeYFCI/AAAAAAAACzs/Exe9CMGCFaw/s320/oneofthesedays_niv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-9148762165284678884?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9148762165284678884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=9148762165284678884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9148762165284678884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9148762165284678884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/joyful-toon.html' title='Joyful Toon'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SzBU_SeYFCI/AAAAAAAACzs/Exe9CMGCFaw/s72-c/oneofthesedays_niv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-3965222859676173545</id><published>2009-12-21T23:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:07:24.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of These Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;To those shepherds so long ago, it was just another ordinary day, or night, on the job. They didn't know that they would soon be visited by angels, or that it would be the night of the Messiah's (Jesus) long awaited arrival on earth. Jesus tells us in Matthew 24:36-44 that his return will also come one of these days when we are not expecting it, and that we "must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him." (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-3965222859676173545?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3965222859676173545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=3965222859676173545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3965222859676173545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3965222859676173545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-of-these-day.html' title='One Of These Day..'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-130905951930879214</id><published>2009-12-18T22:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:28:16.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snow Ball Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); 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Two From G&lt;/span&gt;alilee it were really good we all enjoy it. After the play we went to Mcbride steak house to eat and be with christian friends it a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-1382090571587369694?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1382090571587369694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=1382090571587369694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/1382090571587369694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/1382090571587369694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-from-galilee.html' title='Two From Galilee'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2403132777158224758</id><published>2009-12-10T18:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:54:16.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas With  A Capital C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;About 2 years ago Jay has send some of us this song I love it I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;              Merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAckfn8yiAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAckfn8yiAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2403132777158224758?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2403132777158224758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2403132777158224758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2403132777158224758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2403132777158224758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-with-capital-c.html' title='Christmas With  A Capital C'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2169563883917409056</id><published>2009-11-06T15:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:35:25.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It been about month now since Mother had knee surgery she went up and stay with Marsha while she were taking therapy and recover. Ashley and James help Marsha and Lorri went up on weekends to help too Mother said that she didn't know what she had done without her kids they sure take of me. Before Mother had the surgery she were worry that no one will be here to take care of her because Daddy took care of her last time she had knee surgery since he pass away. But us kids told Mother we will all be here for you we all are happy that she had it done Mother said I am too it feeling lots better.&lt;br /&gt; The day that Mother had surgery Jim came up for the surgery after we knew Mother came through surgery okay and see she doing good. After that I went home with Jim and stay with him and Beverly while Mother recover Tiffany Jennifer and the kids came over sometimes we had good time. Jim show me how to do some stuff on the computer I told him that I always like to learn something new it every time I see him he had something new to show me I like that. Jim tell me after I been there for about a week and half Jay call want me come to stay with him and Karen the day that Jay pick me up from Jim we went to a volleyball game. While I were there I got to see 2 4 games Karen is the volleyball coach at her school I had fun watch them play Jay had to tell me about the game how it play.&lt;br /&gt;  After I been there for a while Jim went up to take care of Mother after she came home then Jay bring me home and stay with us to take care of Mother we were talking how nice it is how the Lord give us family's to take care of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2169563883917409056?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2169563883917409056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2169563883917409056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2169563883917409056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2169563883917409056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother-surgery.html' title='Mother Surgery'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-1671792217168361876</id><published>2009-09-21T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:36:49.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip To Louisville KY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Is Monday afternoon we just got home last Tuesday we went down to Jim and Beverly the next day them Mother and I fly to Louisville KY to the National Quartet Convention we had a good time. The first night we just hang around the hotel went to eat the hotel got a big bird cage with a lot of  canary finch birds they has pretty color. They got little basket in the cage so the birds can get inside to play and sleep we went by the cage every night when we came in it was fun to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;Ours tickets start on Thursday for the Convention we got to listen some good gospel music they a lot of artist there. They had 3 4 building with different things going on like Bill Gaither Vocal Band Emie Haase &amp;amp; Signature Sound The Hoppers Ivan Parker and some more of the Homecoming Friends were all there. A lot of Artist there that we haven't heard before in one of the building all of the Artists had they things where you can go visit with take you picture with them also buy things from them. Beverly got her picture made with Janet Paschal Jim got his picture made with Ivan Parker Saturday night they hand out the award that win. 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My cousin Janis bring some fun things like costume books games for the little kids to play with Janis put costume on Mother her Sisters and Brothers they all look good. We all thought they were funny and cute Jim and some of the cousin took they pictures of them all dress up when my Aunts and Uncles always get together they make the rest us laugh we all had a good time.  After we got home that night we talking about the day Mother tell Jim and I how much she appreciate everyone take part she said when you get older you looking forward been with family I think they were 120 there.&lt;br /&gt;     Mother Jim and I went down Sunday morning to Waurika to Smith family reunion they had it at the Senior Citizen Center they won't very many there this year. It were kind of sad to see some pass away some just didn't come I think Mother said they were 26 of us it was nice to see those that were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-4271418990685716286?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4271418990685716286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4271418990685716286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4271418990685716286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4271418990685716286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-rreunion-2009.html' title='A Fun Rreunion 2009'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4457412032402800633</id><published>2009-09-05T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:08:22.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindred Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="storycredit"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;DUNCAN —          The funeral for Spc. Dennis Pratt, who lost his life July 20 in combat in Afghanistan, will be at 2 p.m. Friday in Frontier Chapel at Fort Sill with Chaplain (Capt.) Namen Bouma, officiating. Interment will be in Fort Sill National Cemetery in Elgin under direction of Whinery-Huddleston Funeral Service of Lawton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duncan community will turn out in force at noon to escort Pratt’s family from its home on North N Street in Duncan to the Stephens/Comanche county line, where others from Comanche County will meet them to continue the sad journey to Fort Sill. This is a change from the earlier-announced time for the procession to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local veterans organizations and others are asking Duncan residents to line the route the procession will take, waving flags and holding banners with messages of support as the procession passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan Mayor Gene Brown has issued a statement of condolence to the family and encourages the Duncan community to turn out to show its support for the family and its appreciation for Dennis Pratt’s sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I encourage everybody to go out along the route and show this family how much Duncan cares. Especially with the world in the situation in which it is now, with men and women risking their lives on the front line so we can enjoy the freedom and opportunities we have in America, the least we can do is show our support for this family and what their son did for his country,” Brown said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tuesday night’s City Council meeting, Brown said all flags on City of Duncan buildings will be lowered to half staff in tribute to the fallen soldier as soon as Gov. Brad Henry authorizes it. A representative of the governor’s office has told The Banner that flags will be lowered statewide on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pratt, who was a private first class at the time of his death, has been promoted to the rank of specialist, in keeping with military tradition, said his mother, Sinnamon Pratt of Duncan. He was assigned to 4th Battalion, 25th Field Artillery, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division (Light Infantry) out of Fort Drum, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When Dennis went into the Army, he listed Duncan as his hometown, and that’s the way he felt about it. He has a lot of friends here who will miss him a lot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession will begin at the Pratt home at 113 N. N, will turn onto Willow Avenue, proceed to Ridley Road, continue down Main Street to U.S. Highway 81, and then right onto the highway to the Lawton-Duncan Y, where it will turn left toward Lawton. It will be accompanied by officers from several law enforcement entities, veterans’ organizations and others, including the Patriot Guard Riders on motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan Police Chief Dan Ford said his department would be on the scene along the route to help direct traffic, and he, too, encouraged residents to line the route to show their support. Representatives from the Stephens County Sheriff’s Office, the Oklahoma Highway Patrol and other law enforcement organizations and veterans groups will participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Mason, commander of Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 1192, said his post’s honor guard would be on the highway in front of the post home at 2012 N. U.S. Highway 81 to dip its colors in salute as the procession passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pratt is the first known person from Duncan to die in combat in Afghanistan. The war touched the Stephens County area in 2006 when Lt. Col. Daniel E. Holland, 43, of San Antonio, Texas, died in a bomb blast in Iraq. Holland was a 1981 graduate of Marlow High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- icons --&gt;     &lt;!-- icons --&gt;  &lt;!-- New Comments --&gt;      &lt;!-- End New Comments --&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;               &lt;!-- &lt;a href="" attributes="href string:${here/absolute_url}/resources_mailprocessor"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.cnhi.zope.net/images/icons/mailicon.gif" border="0" alt="email this story" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   --&gt;               &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- Grouptivity --&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;  var gtvt_partner_id='lddglP9kZt4=';  var gtvt_hide_fbapp=0;  var gtvt_hide_clip=0;  var gtvt_hide_social=0;  var gtvt_email_note="Check this out...";    //var gtvt_border_color="#000000";  //var gtvt_shadow_color="#eeeeee";  //var gtvt_banner_color="#eeeeee"; &lt;/script&gt;     Mother and I went out and waving a flag it were really neat to see everyone out to support ours soldier's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-5984533668176801615?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5984533668176801615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=5984533668176801615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5984533668176801615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5984533668176801615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/duncan-soldiers-funeral-is-friday.html' title='Duncan Soldier&apos;s Funeral Is Friday'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-3322338980831573796</id><published>2009-07-29T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:48:49.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Jay &amp; 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Jeff Help Me In The Tube'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SnCmlnVa0gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LOc-rztJLVY/s72-c/DSC00212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2909683729354970273</id><published>2009-07-29T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:40:07.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam Ready To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SnCllYIn21I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hDy4PwaQb7Y/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SnCllYIn21I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hDy4PwaQb7Y/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Marsha her family didn't get to come we miss them on the way down there we were almost there and then we got to a bridge that was out we had to turn around and go about 55 miles out of the way to get there we was happy when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning everyone was in the lake riding the tube sea doo and swim Mother Karen and I were out on the porch watch them. The boat came by pulling Kaitlyn or Gabe I told Mother and Karen I think I would like to try that Karen said Pam we can bring the tube up on the shore to put you in it. Then she tell me kind what it will be like after lunch they took me down to the lake Mother and everyone help me Jay and Jeff put me in the tube they help me get comfortable my legs bother me. Jay said we pull you out there Jeff Jim Beverly Jennifer and Tiffany all got in the boat with Jay he hollow want to know if I was ready he took off it was so much fun. At one time I thought that I were going to tip over Jay stop the boat I look up Clinton were right there on the sea doo he want to know if I'm all right I think he said it kind look like you going tip over he said I'm here if you need me to get off to help you I tell him I'm ok we all laugh I had them take me in soon after that after I came in Lorri got to the lake Mother show her some pictures Lorri said do that again sister I said no thanks. That was neat I did that I love my family they always take care of me and encourage me to try new things.&lt;br /&gt; That afternoon all of us were talking how good Emma Gabe Kaitlyn and Noah play when they won't in the water they were playing with they toys at one time I laugh at Noah he came in the room said this so much fun I want to have my birthday at the lake. Karen had everyone bring a dish for a birthday dinner and she made a cake for Tiffany she give her a party it were a really nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-6049676133175309440?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6049676133175309440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=6049676133175309440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6049676133175309440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6049676133175309440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-at-lake.html' title='A Weekend At The Lake.'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-6707773523776062854</id><published>2009-07-27T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:45:25.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Pull  Pam On The Tube</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qWX6sSh_NbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qWX6sSh_NbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-6707773523776062854?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6707773523776062854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=6707773523776062854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6707773523776062854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6707773523776062854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/jay-pull-pam-on-tube.html' title='Jay Pull  Pam On The Tube'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-9020564648798311544</id><published>2009-07-18T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:46:30.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Go Where I Send Thee By: Tennessee Ernie Ford &amp; 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padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-6270540982571434737?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6270540982571434737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=6270540982571434737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6270540982571434737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6270540982571434737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-cake.html' title='Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl7HuPusL9I/AAAAAAAAADo/OhHh32FgLn0/s72-c/20080709%401636207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-9141505427600600446</id><published>2009-07-16T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:22:09.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl7HD3oImwI/AAAAAAAAADg/lUlEymCvqK8/s1600-h/20080709%4018111223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl7HD3oImwI/AAAAAAAAADg/lUlEymCvqK8/s320/20080709%4018111223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-9141505427600600446?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9141505427600600446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=9141505427600600446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9141505427600600446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9141505427600600446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl7HD3oImwI/AAAAAAAAADg/lUlEymCvqK8/s72-c/20080709%4018111223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-3364740040967174643</id><published>2009-07-16T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:18:20.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Domino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl7GK9MnSRI/AAAAAAAAADY/13G0V9wxVQc/s1600-h/20080709%4019185437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl7GK9MnSRI/AAAAAAAAADY/13G0V9wxVQc/s320/20080709%4019185437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-3364740040967174643?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3364740040967174643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=3364740040967174643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3364740040967174643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3364740040967174643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-domino.html' title='Playing Domino'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl7GK9MnSRI/AAAAAAAAADY/13G0V9wxVQc/s72-c/20080709%4019185437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-8155419266299648172</id><published>2009-07-16T00:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:27:42.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim &amp; Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl69H6nfW8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/bwvBhysDT68/s1600-h/2009+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl69H6nfW8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/bwvBhysDT68/s320/2009+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-8155419266299648172?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8155419266299648172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=8155419266299648172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8155419266299648172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8155419266299648172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/jim-birthday.html' title='Jim &amp; Mother'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl69H6nfW8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/bwvBhysDT68/s72-c/2009+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-3909992148481493914</id><published>2009-07-16T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:35:41.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Of Us In Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl68K2CTD7I/AAAAAAAAADI/m3hhaZZE3UY/s1600-h/2009+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl68K2CTD7I/AAAAAAAAADI/m3hhaZZE3UY/s320/2009+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-3909992148481493914?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3909992148481493914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=3909992148481493914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3909992148481493914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3909992148481493914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-of-us-in-dallas.html' title='All Of Us In Dallas'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl68K2CTD7I/AAAAAAAAADI/m3hhaZZE3UY/s72-c/2009+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-7838053043319336555</id><published>2009-07-16T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:31:11.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Having Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl67G9olIXI/AAAAAAAAADA/bzTFy8AJ3Cw/s1600-h/2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl67G9olIXI/AAAAAAAAADA/bzTFy8AJ3Cw/s320/2009+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-7838053043319336555?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7838053043319336555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=7838053043319336555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7838053043319336555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7838053043319336555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-having-lunch.html' title='We Are Having Lunch'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl67G9olIXI/AAAAAAAAADA/bzTFy8AJ3Cw/s72-c/2009+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-258379958646077668</id><published>2009-07-16T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:26:41.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl66Ck-QaeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Kwlg8Cw7bN4/s1600-h/100_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl66Ck-QaeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Kwlg8Cw7bN4/s320/100_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-258379958646077668?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/258379958646077668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=258379958646077668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/258379958646077668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/258379958646077668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-train.html' title='On The Train'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl66Ck-QaeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Kwlg8Cw7bN4/s72-c/100_0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-5488567609519728341</id><published>2009-07-16T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:19:01.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Get Ready For The Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl64Q0AVUBI/AAAAAAAAACw/lNP8g5RZChQ/s1600-h/2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl64Q0AVUBI/AAAAAAAAACw/lNP8g5RZChQ/s320/2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-5488567609519728341?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5488567609519728341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=5488567609519728341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5488567609519728341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/5488567609519728341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-get-ready-for-train.html' title='We Get Ready For The Train'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sl64Q0AVUBI/AAAAAAAAACw/lNP8g5RZChQ/s72-c/2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-9150915449141245665</id><published>2009-07-13T23:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:12:03.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim &amp; Pam Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;             This past weekend Marsha came to pick up Mother and I we went down to Fort Worth to celebrate Jim and my birthdays. Friday night Beverly were going to give Jim a birthday party she were making plans for it for a while. Then Friday morning they got a call her Mother had a stroke Beverly told Jim for him to go ahead and have the party that night I got everything almost ready we cook and everybody coming for it she did a lot of working we hate that she had to miss it. When we got down there that afternoon Mother Marsha Tiffany and Jennifer help Jim get everything ready for the party were fun he friends from church and family came we all play domino games eat and just been together on Jim birthday. The next morning Jim and Mother talk they feel like he need to go help Beverly at the hospital we told him we understand and they can go with us some other time on the train ride.&lt;br /&gt;       On Saturday morning Mother give me a birthday party too I told her I would like to take the train ride between Fort Worth and Dallas Mother got Marsha Jay and Hanna help her making plans for the party. All of the family meet down town at the train I think they were about 18 of us we had a great time on the train some of us never have ride it before. When we got to Dallas we walk one block to Cindi's Restaurant the food were good Jay look at me and said sister what else would you like to do I did what I want to train ride and had lunch. So I think Mother and Jay decide to walk down to John F. Kennedy Memorial we were close by there. It something we all heard about but haven't never seen it then we just mess around under til it were time for the next train to go back.&lt;br /&gt;   It     were neat to have almost the whole family there and been with you to spend the day with just want said thanks you again Mother for a wonderful special birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-9150915449141245665?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9150915449141245665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=9150915449141245665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9150915449141245665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9150915449141245665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/jim-pam-birthdays.html' title='Jim &amp; 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About once a month we meet go somewhere on the weekend and sometimes once a year they all go and spend a week together they go out to eat and play games. Some of the guys go to play golf that one time Mood teach Daddy to play golf and the lady go shopping sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;One weekend we went to San Antonio some one said lets go to the SAS Shoe Factory Mother and Daddy said come on Pam lets go I tell them I stay here I don't like those shoe. Oh come on you might find something else they said when we got there I think we was surprise to see all the stuff they had in the store. Mother and Daddy laugh at me I end up buying a pair of shoe I think all of us buy shoes that day after I got through Daddy tell me sat down I get you a coke while Mother and everyone else look around. Daddy came back with both of us a coke and a sack of popcorn he said hey Pam do you realize that you can buy a coke for a dime and sack of popcorn for a nickel Mother walk up said hey y'all we can get small paper sack full of penny candy for a dollar we all laugh. It still that way today We had a good time  I think everyone went home with a sack full of penny candy.&lt;br /&gt;The shoes don't cost as much there in the factory then it do in the regular store it kind funny after we went the first time we decide to go back to the factory. Sometime Mother Daddy and I will go by ours self or someone go with us but when we go we always get lost Daddy will stop and had Mother go in somewhere and ask directions. You think after you keep go back you will remember where it was that factory were hard place to find.&lt;br /&gt;One time Daddy and I were talking I said I need some SAS shoes he laugh at me and who didn't like those kind of shoes I just smile at him. Then Daddy look at me he said Pam what are you going to do after I'm gone I told him I will get someone to take me but I really don't want to think about that right now he said you better. Maybe a year or 2 after that Daddy pass away the first time we went back since Daddy gone Mother got Dorothy and Moody to take us they were down that way. The last time Marsha said I will take you Mother said Pam I don't know if we can find the way yeah I know it seem like Marsha heard us talking about how hard it was to find the factory. By our self Marsha said oh come on we might have to stop and ask someone again but we can do it before we leave I thought I going to get on line and see if I can find the factory when I did I saw where they had a e-mail address. So I e-mail them ask them for directions to the factory I got a e-mail back I told Mother what I did she was happy. Marsha came pick us up we took off Mother tell her I got some directions we got to San Antonio the next day we went to look for the factory we follow the directions like they said. Mother said Pam look over there is the factory was Marsha said you both act like you surprise we both said we are and laugh later I tell Mother I wish that Daddy were here he won't believe it I need to go back pretty soon and get me some more shoes before too long we had a nice time that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-9147691274016085663?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9147691274016085663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=9147691274016085663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9147691274016085663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/9147691274016085663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/06/sas-shoe-factory.html' title='SAS Shoe Factory'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-107788670659710503</id><published>2009-06-29T22:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:06:21.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Hit the "world" on it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="deleteBody"&gt;&lt;p class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bill Graham's Prayer For Our Nation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Heavenly Father, we come                          before you&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;today to                          ask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;your forgiveness and                          to&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;seek your direction and                          guidance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;   &lt;b&gt;We know Your Word                          says,&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;'Woe to those who call evil                          good,'&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;but that is exactly what we                          have done.&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;We have lost our spiritual                          equilibrium&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;and reversed our                          values.&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;We                          have exploited the poor and called                          it the lottery.&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;We                          have rewarded laziness and called                          it welfare.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;We                          have killed our unborn and called                          it choice.&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;We                          have shot abortionists and called                          it justifiable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;We                          have neglected to discipline our                          children&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;and called it building self                          esteem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;We                          have abused                          power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;and called it                          politics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;We                          have coveted our neighbor's                          possessions&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;and called it                          ambition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.  &lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;We                          have polluted the air with                          profanity and pornography&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;and called it                          freedom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;of                          expression.&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;We                          have ridiculed the time-honored                          values of our&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;forefathers and called it                          enlightenment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.  &lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;Search us, Oh God, and                          know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;our hearts                          today,&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;cleanse us from every sin and                          Set us free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMEN'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentator Paul Harvey aired                          this prayer&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;on his radio program, 'The                          Rest of the Story,'&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;and received a larger                          response to this program&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;than any other he has ever                          aired.&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;With the Lord's                          help,&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;may this prayer sweep over                          our nation&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;and wholeheartedly become our                          desire so that we&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;again can be                          called&lt;/b&gt;                                                                           &lt;b&gt;'One Nation Under                          God'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;input name="security_token" value="AOuZoY4Mik7XNRY4yNlZcxRQuoI_KVZrDA:1246331413768" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="postID" value="7847601501419553827" type="hidden"&gt; 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on it'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2895703209375336502</id><published>2009-05-15T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:18:47.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sg2yB_ZcGoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BXp-XpUfpMw/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sg2yB_ZcGoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BXp-XpUfpMw/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sg2eSci27oI/AAAAAAAAACI/vlz3oIcNRts/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sg2eSci27oI/AAAAAAAAACI/vlz3oIcNRts/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-4377470732201682444?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4377470732201682444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4377470732201682444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4377470732201682444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4377470732201682444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-frist-quilt.html' title='Mother Frist Quilt'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/Sg2eSci27oI/AAAAAAAAACI/vlz3oIcNRts/s72-c/mail.google.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-3032209870766142590</id><published>2009-05-14T22:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:15:13.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Quilts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;About 3 months ago we went to church Sunday morning and on the way home Mother tell me she going to start taking a quilt class a lady want to start a class for some woman's of the church. Mother said I never had make a quilt before but I am going to try it she has already made 2 quilts  Mother enjoy it they meet once a week they all have really fun time been together I am proud of Mother I she made pretty quilts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-3032209870766142590?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3032209870766142590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=3032209870766142590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3032209870766142590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3032209870766142590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-quilts.html' title='Mother Quilts'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2654469289163067604</id><published>2009-04-20T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:33:41.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Living Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now this is the Living Bible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;His name is Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeans, and no shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This was literally his wardrobe for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;his entire four years of college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He is brilliant. Kind of profound and very, very bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He became a Christian while attending college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Across the street from the campus is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;a well-dressed, very conservative church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;sure how to go about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;One day Bill decides to go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The service has already started and so Bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;starts down the aisle looking for a seat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;but no one says anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and when he realizes there are no seats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;he just squats down right on the carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;By now the people are really uptight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and the tension in the air is thick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;About this time, the minister realizes that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;from way at the back of the church,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and a three-piece suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;boy, everyone is saying to themselves that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;you can't blame him for what he's going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How can you expect a man of his age and of his background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;to understand some college kid on the floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The church is utterly silent except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;for the clicking of the man's cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;All eyes are focused on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You can't even hear anyone breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The minister can't even preach the sermon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;until the deacon does what he has to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;With great difficulty, he lowers himself and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone chokes up with emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;When the minister gains control, he says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;'What I'm about to preach, you will never remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What you have just seen, you will never forget.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;'Be careful how you live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You may be the only Bible some people will ever read!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked the Lord to bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;As I prayed for you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;To guide you and protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;As you go along your way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;His love is always with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;His promises are true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And when we give Him all our cares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You know He will see us through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-2654469289163067604?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2654469289163067604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2654469289163067604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2654469289163067604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-704522146658067166</id><published>2009-03-27T16:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:14:02.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Letters I Got When I Were At CPI</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For a long time I had writing a book about my life I still work on it once while. This week I were going through it I saw some letters that I put in the book I got these when I were in CPI when I were a little girl here is few of them from family I thought maybe you might like to read this because some of you write to me back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:NewZurica;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dear Pam,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 15pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got back in time for Bible  School this morning. Hope you are having a good time and making new friends. Jay wanted to know where thissy was. I told him you were at school. James is mowing the yard. He says it is killing him. He is working so hard. Marsha is cleaning house. You be a sweet girl and I'll write again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi Pam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;We had a nice shower of rain. Looks like rain today. I have four more days of school. My teachers are from Norman, Miss Lewis and Miss Stearson. Grandmother made her trip fine. She is home. Granddaddy went fishing yesterday. Alice and Ann spent time with me last week.&lt;span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;Aunt Myrtie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Pam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 30pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went to vacation bible school today. When we got back from church, I rode to the store and got a new airplane. We are cleaning house. Today we dusted and rearranged the furniture. It is raining outside and we are all staying in. Jay Paul is asleep in Daddy's big chair. We miss you and will see you Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                      &lt;wbr&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6-7-61&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello Pam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess I better write my girl a few lines to let you know I have been thinking of you and say we will see you Friday. I just got in from Lindsay off of a job and am on my way home. You be a big girl. See you Friday with the dollar for you. You won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Pam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 30pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, how are you this week? We made it home all right Sunday night. We got home about seven o’clock. We stopped on the way and ate supper. I took Marsha down to your Aunt Myrtie yesterday. She wasn't at home so I took her to Grandma Smith. Uncle Roy and Aunt Myrtie were up at Grandma's helping them build a room on their house. Kenny Ray and I went to Grandma Kindred and stayed the rest of the day. Aunt Pat moved back to Temple. Well this is the last week for you at school. I'll bet it just flies by like last week. Are you going to win another dollar or will you have to pay your Daddy one this week? Well, I better close and get busy cutting grass. So I'll see you next week. Be a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aunt Lois &amp;amp; Uncle Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Pam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;How are you doing? We are doing all right. Waiting for you to come home on Friday. We went to Bible school today and I fell down two stairs. It started to rain right in the middle of it too. Are you having fun with your puzzles? Have you gone swimming yet? I will be glad when you get home. We miss you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marsha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(P.S. I making some hearts at the end of the letter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Pam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 15pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well how are you? Fine, I hope. I am O.K. Still working. Be a sweet girl, which I know you are I love you a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grandmother Kindred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Pam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;I down at camp and am thinking of you. I'll see you Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 3in; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Pam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 15pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How are you doing? I hope you are having fun this week. I will be down after you about 1:30 P.M. I think we will wait until Monday to go after sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 3.5in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love, Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="gA gt"&gt;&lt;div class="gB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2879505049373073338-704522146658067166?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/704522146658067166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=704522146658067166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/704522146658067166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/704522146658067166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-letters-i-got-when-i-were-at-cpi.html' title='Some Letters I Got When I Were At CPI'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-7844942598012573601</id><published>2009-03-03T22:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:58:03.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law Of The Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;        One day I hopped in a taxi  and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly  a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver  slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The  driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My  taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy; and I mean, he was really  friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        So I asked, 'Why did  you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the  hospital!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        This is when my taxi driver  taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         'He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They  run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of  disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and  sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave,  wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other  people at work, at home, or on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take  over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,  so...... 'Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who  don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Life is ten percent what you make  it and ninety percent how you take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         ~Author Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div name="Compose message area"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-7844942598012573601?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7844942598012573601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=7844942598012573601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7844942598012573601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7844942598012573601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/03/law-of-garbage-truck.html' title='The Law Of The Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-2325849873899459900</id><published>2009-02-07T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:18:12.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God &amp; Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;I just wanted to share part of an email I received this morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible offers several promises that have to do with sleep. Choose one of these promises to claim today. God loves you, and He wants Your sleep to be peaceful and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He gives His beloved sleep" (Psalm 127:2 NKJV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety" (Psalm 4:8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet" (Proverbs 3:24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear God, I know that You love me so much. Please calm my troubled thoughts and heart so that I can have a good night's sleep. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); 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/2879505049373073338-2325849873899459900?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2325849873899459900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2325849873899459900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2325849873899459900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2325849873899459900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-sleep.html' title='God &amp; Sleep'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-1738303465249511358</id><published>2009-02-04T13:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:09:03.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;       Friday was Mother Birthday Marsha Jim and Jay came up for the day Lorri had to work and couldn’t come. Mother said she were rather had lunch at home then go out to eat so Marsha Beverly and Karen got together cook and bring lunch for Mother birthday. We sat around visit the rest of the day they all couldn’t believe all the snow we still had Mother said she had a really nice day.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;      We had snow on the ground for 3 days also cold but Saturday morning it was almost gone. It warmer up pretty day Mother ask Aunt Lois and Uncle Kenneth to come over we cook hamburgers and then we went to see The Plumbers from Branson Missouri at high school auditorium we had a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-1738303465249511358?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1738303465249511358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=1738303465249511358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/1738303465249511358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/1738303465249511358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/mother-birthday.html' title='Mother Birthday'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-8384265840382174152</id><published>2008-12-05T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:53:43.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SToTZ1ADIDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sRHCfWu64Cc/s1600-h/20061223%40173700.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SToTZ1ADIDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sRHCfWu64Cc/s320/20061223%40173700.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-8384265840382174152?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8384265840382174152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=8384265840382174152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8384265840382174152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8384265840382174152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SToTZ1ADIDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sRHCfWu64Cc/s72-c/20061223%40173700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-8596481673885600009</id><published>2008-12-05T23:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:34:29.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Howdy Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;         Day before yesterday I spend the day trying to make a Christmas Elf on the computer I were so happy with myself I figure it out. But at the end of the day I had to call Tiffany to help me some. Then she said go back and make another one it should work this time. I don’t know what I will do without all my family they always there to help me with the computer when I need them. &lt;br /&gt;   Anyway I went back and make another Christmas Elf like Tiffany said I send it to Mother we laugh about it I told her boy I wish I can move like that fast. Mother smiling at me and said Pam one of these days when you get to haven you will be able to move like that we both smiling that will be neat.&lt;br /&gt;        What A Day That Will Be.  &lt;br /&gt;   I hope and prayer you will have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-8596481673885600009?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8596481673885600009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=8596481673885600009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8596481673885600009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/8596481673885600009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-6940192004912113311</id><published>2008-11-20T17:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:08:05.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Went To A Play</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday we gone to the City we had Jewel Box Theater that night. We had season tickets to it Marsha Mother and I go to it last year Mother ask Wanda and Bill if they would like to go with us Mother Daddy them and some more of they friends they use to all got together went out to eat and went to the Jewel Box Theater about 40 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;   Marsha got Mother and I start going to the Jewel Box after Daddy die it seem like about a year after his die we start going Mother Wanda and Bill said that the theater look the same when they use to go it.&lt;br /&gt;  The theater is at the First Christian Church we had seen some good plays but this last Thursday night it won't any good. The play was about Love Letters everyone's around us were going to sleep we were too during the play. At half time Marsha look at Mother she said this is boring she said you want to go home Mother tell her yeah we left and went by Sonic got something to drink. They were some more people left when we did Mother talk to Wanda over the weekend she said that her and Bill decide to leave too we all talk we couldn't believe it because most of the time the plays are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-6940192004912113311?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6940192004912113311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=6940192004912113311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6940192004912113311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6940192004912113311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-went-to-play.html' title='We Went To A Play'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4330548471786657359</id><published>2008-10-01T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:58:53.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof Movie</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday night our church Immanuel Baptist in Duncan has been sale tickets for a movie Fireproof Kirk Cameron is in the movie he was in Growing Pains on television. Our church we all meet Sunday night at the theater Fireproof is a great movie. The same church that made Facing the Giants made Fireproof I hope and prayer that they will keep up the good work and make some more great movies like those God is really working in that church. It a really good movie for the whole family to see here is what the movie is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At work, inside burning buildings, Capt. Caleb Holt lives by the old firefighter's adage: Never&lt;br /&gt;leave your partner behind. At home, in the cooling embers of his marriage, he lives by his own rules. After seven years of marriage, Caleb and Catherine Holt have drifted so far apart that Catherine wishes she had never married. As the couple prepares to enter divorce proceedings, Caleb's father challenges his son to commit to a 40-day experiment he calls "The Love Dare." When Caleb discovers the book's daily challenges are tied into his parents' newfound faith, his already limited interest is further dampened. Is it too late to fireproof his marriage? Caleb Holt's job is to rescue others, but now he has to face his toughest job ever rescuing his wife's heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-4330548471786657359?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4330548471786657359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4330548471786657359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4330548471786657359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4330548471786657359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/10/fireproof-movie.html' title='Fireproof Movie'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-7767573508240530515</id><published>2008-09-26T23:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:03:28.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Cactus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SN20nF0JxnI/AAAAAAAAABs/MO1rGRsIWEM/s1600-h/DSC00005-744029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SN20nF0JxnI/AAAAAAAAABs/MO1rGRsIWEM/s320/DSC00005-744029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250551324252685938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:NewZurica; 	panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:131 0 0 0 9 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; 	mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;} h1 	{mso-style-next:Normal; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:-.9in; 	margin-bottom:0in; 	margin-left:-63.0pt; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	page-break-after:avoid; 	mso-outline-level:1; 	font-size:18.0pt; 	font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; 	color:red; 	mso-font-kerning:0pt; 	font-weight:normal;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About 2 weeks ago Mother and I were getting ready to leave for church Sunday morning. As Mother going out of the door she said oh Pam Mother sound surprise and she said the cactus is in full bloom. It had 4 blooms on it were pretty Mother buy the cactus from Bob and Pauline at the Smith reunion at the Auction they had every year. We all laugh about it when Mother bring home she and Daddy got to look at it and saw that they were a big long nail in the pot we wonder why Pauline&lt;br /&gt;put a nail in there we never knew why. All of ours neighbors saw that the cactus before and then that day they were really surprise too. Just like we were Mother she took pictures of the bloom Mother said it good that we enjoy it today because the bloom just last that day. Mother and I laugh about it she said I had that&lt;br /&gt;cactus for 15 years and the bloom on it just last for one day.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-7767573508240530515?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7767573508240530515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=7767573508240530515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7767573508240530515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7767573508240530515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-cactus_9194.html' title='Mother Cactus'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SN20nF0JxnI/AAAAAAAAABs/MO1rGRsIWEM/s72-c/DSC00005-744029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-1097186353381742740</id><published>2008-09-01T23:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:07:15.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindred &amp; Smith Reunion Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Labor Day the Kindred and Smith had they reunion on this weekend Mother Aunt Lois and Debbie had the food catered it were really good this year everyone were talking about it. Jim and Beverly were coming for it. But Jim have to had surgery done the doctor want him to stay home and rest we are thank the Lord he came through alright. Jay Karen and Clinton came up Saturday for the Kindred it nice to had them come. At the reunion they were about 130 there it nice to see all the Aunts Uncles and Cousins together I remember Grandmother use to enjoy those times. Debbie had some prizes that they draw for everyone got ticket everyone enjoy it in our family Karen Clinton and I got a prize it were a nice reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the Smith had they reunion at Waurika Mother and I went down for it they had about 60 people there I told Mother on the way down it hard to go to the reunion since Daddy die but I know that he it will make him happy we keep going to them. Maxine die a few months ago we all miss her too everyone were happy to see Mother and I Martha sat by us when we were eat we laugh at her she said I don't know some of these people. I saw Gerald come up on a 3 wheel motorcycle I ask him about it he laugh and said it my toy he want to know if I will like to go for a ride on it I tell him no thank you. At both reunions they had an auction everyone seem like they have fun it were a nice weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-1097186353381742740?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1097186353381742740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=1097186353381742740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/1097186353381742740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/1097186353381742740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/09/kindred-smith-reunion-weekend.html' title='Kindred &amp; Smith Reunion Weekend'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4569148377143730663</id><published>2008-08-19T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:35:30.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Olympic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:NewZurica;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We been enjoy watch the Beijing Olympic Michael Phelps he win every swim he did. Beach Volleyball Kerri Walsh and Misty May they are really good. Gymnastics Shawn Johnson Before the Olympic every start we read a story in Guideposts about Shawn it tell that she going to be in the Gymnastics at the Olympic the rest of the week look like it going to be good too. Mother and I were talking the other night I told her that I don't think that I had enjoy the Olympic like this they been really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2879505049373073338-4569148377143730663?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4569148377143730663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=4569148377143730663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4569148377143730663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/4569148377143730663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-olympic.html' title='Summer Olympic'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-4754660891036984981</id><published>2008-08-13T21:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:08:24.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:NewZurica;" &gt;  Last Thursday morning I had Mother bring my scooter from the garage so I could take a ride on it. Before I took off I notice that the light was blink that mean the scooter need to be charger the battery. But it seem like it has a lot of power I thought I charger it up here while back I told Mother I am going to go ahead and take ride around the apartment. When I took off I was going really good I got about half way down at the end of the apartment then it start to run out of power. As soon as I knew what was happen I turn around to start home and I pray that the Lord will help me get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:NewZurica;" &gt;One thing I always do before I every go for a ride I tell Mother in case something happen so I knew that she know where I am and will come look for me if I don't show up. It amazing me when we need the Lord he always here for us I just trust and believe his going to help get me home. After I got part way I decide when I could I will go in between the apartments as soon as I got to the courtyard I knew right then the Lord was with me. Because I saw ours neighbor she were come back from get her mail his send her just the right time I holler at her and ask her to go get Mother for me. When Mother got out there to me she help me get back and take care of the scooter. Mother and I got inside I told her that the Lord took care of me I thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:NewZurica;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:NewZurica;" &gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart And do not lean on your own understand. 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 &lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: NewZurica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We haven't been doing very much late the weather been pretty hot these days it got up to 106 today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: NewZurica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To morning Mother went up to Oklahoma City to go to Jackie Ritter funeral she is Ronnie Ritter wife. When we were kids the Ritter Hixon and us went to the lake&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;together all the time. Sometimes we get together to see each other I think about 2 years ago Linda had a birthday party for Bill her Daddy Linda ask all of us to come it was nice to see everyone's we enjoy the day. That were the first time we meet Jackie she was a sweet lady she had cancer Mother said Ronnie is doing alright he said he hate to lose her but she went to be with the Lord and she won't be in no more pain we always hate to give up ours lovely ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&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/2879505049373073338-2339942634799245091?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2339942634799245091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=2339942634799245091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2339942634799245091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/2339942634799245091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-to-have-friends.html' title='Good To Have Friends'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-7807891486361103578</id><published>2008-07-25T22:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:54:22.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&amp;nbsp;   &lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: NewZurica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yesterday morning Mother and I went to Bowie the other day when we came back from Texas Mother stop in Bowie to buy some peach. The peach were really sweet and juicy Mother ask the girl where the peach came from she said here in Bowie my Daddy told me to get out here and sale them they got a farm outside of town the peach are good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: NewZurica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Aunt Lois and Uncle Kenneth came over tonight we went out eat to eat came back and play dominoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;br clear="all"&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/2879505049373073338-7807891486361103578?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7807891486361103578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=7807891486361103578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7807891486361103578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/7807891486361103578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/07/nice-ride.html' title='A Nice Ride'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-6145760838482075941</id><published>2008-07-24T23:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:28:26.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We got home Tuesday from Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&amp;nbsp;   &lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: NewZurica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Last Wednesday Mother and I went Texas to see everyone we went to the lake to see Jay Karen and Clinton it were fun we didn't do very much just take it easy. Read play dominoes and eat a lot they took us to a new restaurant I think Jay said it new we sat out on the deck it were nice enjoy each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: NewZurica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Saturday morning we went to Jim and Beverly to spend some time with them that night Jim want us all go to Logan's Steakhouse to eat with the family. It were good to see everyone after we went over to Jennifer and Kasey new house it nice they hope to move into it this week sometime. After church we meet Sergio it good to see him while we gone every night Jay and Jim had a movie to show Mother and me we enjoy ourself. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2879505049373073338-6145760838482075941?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6145760838482075941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=6145760838482075941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6145760838482075941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/6145760838482075941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-got-home-tuesday-from-texas.html' title='We got home Tuesday from Texas'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2879505049373073338.post-3376089262765829798</id><published>2008-07-05T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:55:15.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SHAmAwLNnnI/AAAAAAAAABE/IvENmE0pNJ0/s1600-h/DSC00300-715813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SHAmAwLNnnI/AAAAAAAAABE/IvENmE0pNJ0/s320/DSC00300-715813.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219713762496192114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#660000"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;A fun day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/2879505049373073338-3376089262765829798?l=pamelas-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3376089262765829798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2879505049373073338&amp;postID=3376089262765829798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3376089262765829798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2879505049373073338/posts/default/3376089262765829798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelas-place.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Pam Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261842040305117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VPYfrKCRg6Q/SHAmAwLNnnI/AAAAAAAAABE/IvENmE0pNJ0/s72-c/DSC00300-715813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
