tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319868102024-03-05T00:01:09.509-08:00much adieu about nothingA place where I can post silliness and other funny or immature things.Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-5360344489110279592008-01-05T14:24:00.000-08:002008-01-05T13:50:26.531-08:00The Secret to a Happy MarriageI stole this video from my friend<a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://marfrn.blogspot.com/"> Mary's</a> blog... it's HILARIOUS!<br /><br /><object height="373" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7Y0I91rubg&rel=1&border=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7Y0I91rubg&rel=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-62076613578753350952008-01-05T13:46:00.000-08:002008-01-05T13:47:49.936-08:00Video & Song about ToddlersHere is another CUTE video by the same comedian about toddlers. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qFffq8_gis&rel=1&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qFffq8_gis&rel=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-32334432978364855142007-10-30T01:35:00.000-07:002007-10-30T01:40:42.708-07:00Racoon Robber??I stole this video from <a href="http://wwwsteelmagnolia.blogspot.com/">Terri's</a> blog. This raccoon is hilarious! I saw it on America's Funniest Home Videos a long time ago and enjoy it just as much now as I did back then! I love the music that was added to is in this clip. ENJOY!<br /><br /><br /><object height="366" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7Dv5_60Jd4&rel=1&border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7Dv5_60Jd4&rel=1&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="366" width="425"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-67281536953261625012007-10-28T03:02:00.000-07:002007-10-28T03:04:03.969-07:00"Honeymoon Package" Comedy By Chonda Pierce<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5e3rU41ju4M&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5e3rU41ju4M&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-88641375822314955362007-10-03T12:32:00.000-07:002007-10-03T12:33:33.389-07:00Mom's "William Tell Overture"... very funny!<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-62862670052955373362007-08-17T01:18:00.000-07:002007-08-17T01:28:39.877-07:00What Dessert Are You Most Like?<center>I stole this meme from <a href="http://driedpapercutsandchickens.blogspot.com/">Karin</a>. I'm so thrilled that she did a meme I thought I should steal it and join her in the fun! After reading what type I'm like, click on the link below and find out what dessert you are!<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;" ><b>You Are a Cupcake</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img style="width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/cupcake.jpg" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><center>Cute and fun, you never take life too seriously.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">People are constantly surprised by how delightful you are.</span><br /><br /></center></span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/">What Dessert Are You Most Like?</a><br /><br />I'm not so sure about never taking life too seriously but I have had people tell me how surprised they are that I can be cheerful while caring for such a sick child. I figure I can do one of two things: I can either laugh or I can cry. Sometimes I cry but I really prefer to laugh. Lately I've been neglecting this "fun" blog and doing a bit of crying on the "serious" one. I'm going to try to lighten up a bit and enjoy life more.... even if I have to itch and try not to scratch the whole time.<br /><br /></div></center>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-40537124816144622312007-07-07T23:42:00.000-07:002007-07-07T23:51:29.947-07:00What Kind of Pet Would You Be?<center>I found this meme and thought it would be fun to do. I tag <span style="font-weight: bold;">EVERYONE</span>. Even if you stopped by here accidentally then you still <span style="font-weight: bold;">HAVE</span> to do it. haha! <span style="font-weight: bold;">Just kidding.... </span> I thought this was a cute meme. What's interesting is the part that says: "<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">What you would hate about being a dog: Being left home alone while everyone else is out having fun." Gee, you would think I'd be used to it by now! Ah, well, sometimes I am happy to stay at home and just chill out. By the way, let me know if you do this meme so I can come and see what kind of pet you would be!</span><br /><br /><table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;" ><b>You Would Be a Pet Dog</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpetwouldyoubequiz/dog.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />You're friendly, loyal, and an all around good sport. People love to be near you.<br />You are very open with your feelings, and you're quite vocal in expressing them.<br />You are sincere and kind. You love many people - without any sort of agenda.<br /><br />Why you would make a great pet: You're content to chill out with your friends<br /><br />Why you would make a bad pet: You always find yourself getting into trouble<br /><br />What you would love about being a dog: Running around and playing<br /><br />What you would hate about being a dog: Being left home alone while everyone else is out having fun</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpetwouldyoubequiz/">What Kind of Pet Would You Be?</a><br /><br />Oh yeah, I updated this blog especially for CHRISTINE! ;-)<br /><br /><br /></div></center>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-39621608750597031302007-07-07T03:16:00.000-07:002007-07-07T03:18:57.995-07:00Today is o7-07-07and it should have taken you 07 seconds to read that.... unless you are <a href="http://rhythmunbroken2.blogspot.com/">Christine</a> who likes to waste 10 seconds reading my silly calendar numbers. haNancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-53653162169480994012007-07-06T11:21:00.001-07:002007-07-06T11:21:44.636-07:00My Musical Genius<div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=31a871dd997454fbb927a6" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=31a871dd997454fbb927a6&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="382" width="408"></embed><div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=31a871dd997454fbb927a6&skin_id=701&source=emplay" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/31a871dd997454fbb927a6/701.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" width="408" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;">Make video montages at <span style="text-decoration: underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-2306091794066359432007-06-17T01:49:00.000-07:002007-06-17T02:02:12.776-07:00Movie RatingsOK, so it's no secret that Jess has many medical issues. One of the biggest problem she is having right now is GI issues. Needless to say we spend a fair amount of time in the bathroom. To pass the time we talk about anything and everything. Tonight while we were in there we got to talking about going to see the Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I told her that she needs to get her rest so that she can feel up to watching the movie as it's almost 3 hours long. I then asked her if she could handle staring at Will Turner for that long. She laughed and said, YES! I laughed and asked if daddy might get jealous of me looking at Will Turner or if he will be trying to cover my eyes. She laughed and I said, "Well, he probably won't care since Will isn't nakid or anything in the movie." Jessica said something to the effect that if he was then it wouldn't be rated PG. I said it would be rated R. She said no, it would be rated "N". I asked her why it would be rated "N" and she looked at me like *duh!* "Rated N for Nakid!" I laughed so hard. Then she said that she should be rated "P". I asked why and she said "for Poop". That started a whole new bout of laughter.<br /><br />So this post is rated "PM" for Potty Mouth. Sorry about that. But at least we were already in the bathroom for the potty mouth talk. ha!Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-15452279643717357522007-05-25T01:37:00.000-07:002007-05-25T01:46:47.475-07:00Taxes, taxes and more taxesThis is for <a href="http://jennyhaha.blogspot.com/">Jennyhaha</a> who is dealing with taxes. Poor girl is over her head and tells about it in her post here: <a href="http://jennyhaha.blogspot.com/2007/05/taxes-ruined-my-quality-of-life.html">"Taxes Ruined My Quality of Life"</a> I couldn't help but think of this Bugs Bunny Classic.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbIGhS3NXY0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbIGhS3NXY0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-63874796108450956552007-05-23T15:09:00.000-07:002007-05-23T15:34:34.104-07:00The Best Part of Being a ParentThis afternoon I made my last trek to Brandon's school to pick him up. Jessica knew that I was leaving to get Brandon and her home health aide was here so she went into her room to play her video game and closed the door. When Brandon and I got home I realized that Karl's patrol vehicle was here and that he had gotten home early. I went into the house and went back to my bedroom to talk to Karl and see how his day went. While we were talking the phone rang but Jessica picked it up before I could answer it. I went into my bathroom. (I know, TMI, but it is relevant to the story). Right after that my cell phone rang and Karl answered it. I recognized the ring and that it was Jessica calling my cell phone. I realized that Jessica had no idea that either Karl or I were home. I giggled as I thought of her surprise when her dad answered <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my </span>phone (Jess thought he was at work and I was out getting Brandon). I then hear Karl telling Jess, "Yes, I'm shopping with Mommy." "No, Mommy can't come to the phone right now." "I'll tell Mom to get you a diet coke on her way home." He hangs up my cell phone and we both start laughing.... then we hear Jessica's voice in the hallway. "Daddy, is that you?" (the bedroom door is closed so she can't see who is in there)<br /><br />Karl: "No, it's not me."<br /><br />Jess: "Yes it is!"<br /><br />Karl: "No it isn't, I'm shopping with Mommy!"<br /><br />Jess: "Daaaaad!"<br /><br />Karl: "Really, I'm not here, I just left my voice behind!"<br /><br />Jess: "You are too home! Can I come in?"<br /><br />Karl: "Ok, come on in."<br /><br />Jess: "Daddy, you tricked me!"<br /><br />Karl: "Yes I did and it was FUN!"<br /><br />Jess giggling, "Why did you trick me?"<br /><br />Karl: "Because you are so sweet and gullible."<br /><br />Jess: "Where's Mommy?"<br /><br />Karl: "Mommy's not here."<br /><br />Me (from the bathroom): "I'm not here, I just left my voice behind."<br /><br />Jess: "Mom! I know you're in there"<br /><br />Later Jessica told Karl that she knows how to unlock the lock on her bedroom door. Karl said he didn't believe her so she unlocked it to prove him wrong. So then Karl tells her that he is going to call the police and measure her oxygen tubing to see how far it can go and see which houses she has unlocked and stolen stuff out of. Her response... "Daaaaaaaaad!"<br /><br />Messing with kids' minds.... the best part about being a parent. hehe!Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-62261545413225479012007-05-14T02:41:00.000-07:002007-05-14T02:58:15.683-07:00Musical MondayJessica, like most young children, usually loves to talk about herself. She talks about everything under the sun. She talks about what she watches on TV, what her favorite colors are, who her favorite actors and actresses are, what games she's playing, what she just picked up off the floor, what she is going to do for her next birthday, who she wants to draw a picture for next, what games she wants to buy in the next several months, what her favorite foods are, what movies she has seen and what ones she wants to see next, what her favorite animals are, and on and on... <span style="font-weight: bold;">CONSTANTLY</span>. So some days....<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><br /><center>I Wanna Talk About Me!</center><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYrlzEUuBIM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYrlzEUuBIM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >I get a kick out of the bad guy in the back seat of the patrol car. hehe...<br /><br /><br /></span>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-24678777790252250702007-05-09T19:00:00.000-07:002007-05-09T19:05:04.897-07:00An Interesting OfferMelodee is offering something really interesting. I think I just might take her up on it. hehe... You have to go to her blog to see what it is. Click <a href="http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/05/09/anyone-need-to-hide-a-corpse/">here</a>.<br /><br />You can comment on her blog or comment here. I was the first to comment on her blog and I personally was chuckling under my breath... ok, I just had to make the "evil laugh" sound but nobody was here so you can't prove it.Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-22553190391390319332007-05-09T18:58:00.000-07:002008-12-11T04:31:30.376-08:00Yet Another Blog By MeI really need to lose some weight and I need a place to keep track of my weight loss goals and such. So I added another blog solely for weight loss stuff. Feel free to visit it if you want but don't feel obligated to. It's mainly for my own benefit but if you are struggling with your weight and want to exchange ideas and goals... recipes... what have you... then come on over! I just set it up last night. <a href="http://fancydancyme.blogspot.com/">Finding The ME Within</a><br /><br />I have joined the May Day Weight Loss Challenge. If you want to join in too, click on the button below. I wrote my goals on my weight loss blog.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.talesfromthescales.net/2007/04/the_challenge.html#comment-68938964"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9E9XXR4sz7NZnD-Tmsjn1L1joFLODKTpni7qS-iSHwCqRQ4zxlx96D7LZ_2qswNBTfYuRlII7eP22LXBX5Va_yY2XZnLQsAyqlMFbvwoTbYPzU4xN1EgOqRhpnbXeBDdKmh7ZcA/s200/may_day_challenge_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062744599411920306" border="0" /></a>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-3516733266238220512007-05-06T12:07:00.000-07:002007-05-07T00:10:30.859-07:00TODAYToday at 8:00 it was: 5-6-07 8:00<br /><br />5-6-7-8<br /><br />Nothing more. You only wasted 3.25 seconds reading this post. ;-)Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-69132975064375304662007-04-30T03:02:00.000-07:002007-04-30T03:08:50.995-07:00Musical Monday<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Just the Two of Us... Dr. Evil's way</span><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNdpvtwlOqo"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNdpvtwlOqo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And in a related story:<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQ4CweGjUVM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQ4CweGjUVM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-80415011536193005852007-04-26T03:20:00.000-07:002008-12-11T04:31:31.266-08:00Interview With a (Weird) Blogger<strong>I agreed to be interviewed by two bloggers, <a href="http://goofyj.wordpress.com/">Julia</a> and <a href="http://soodz.com/blog/">Chelle</a>. I am going to answer Julia's questions here since she asked an odd question (#3) and I have an odd answer with a few photos wouldn't you know?! And Chelle, I haven't forgotten you, I'll get to your questions soon.<br /><br />1. What are your favorite shoes to wear - or do you prefer to be barefoot?<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I used to prefer to go barefoot but then I discovered that I don't get to either sweep or vacuum my floors as often as they need it and they tend to get crunchy because my children are messy and lazy (they don't sweep or vacuum either) and I HATE to step on</span></span></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> crunchy stuff barefooted so now I wear shoes. I prefer something comfortable that I can slip into easily. If you know of a shoe that I might like, let me know! I'm always looking. </span></span><br /></strong><br /><strong>2. What is the greatest lesson life has taught you?<br /></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Whatever doesn't kill you will make you stronger. (whether you want to be stronger or not!) I love the saying in the movie "Aladdin" when Aladdin says something to the effect that "It's amazing what you can live through!" after realizing that even though a genie can't kill you, he can sure hurt you! I've been so amazed at the things I've lived through in this life and the pain I have felt watching my daughter struggle with her medical problems. I've had people mention that I'm a very strong person. Well, I </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">have</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> to be strong... I don't necessarily want to be. It also helps to have support from loved ones and a sense of humor. Check the next question.</span></span></strong><br /><strong><br />3. What is the oddest thing you have done?<br /></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Here's the fun stuff. hehe... People usually see my reserved, serious side but I really can be a nut, too. Before I cut all my hair off last week my husband took some picture of me being silly. I used to do "Cousin Itt" imitations. Jessica got in on the fun too. I can't believe I am posting these amazingly strange pictures but hey, you asked for it!</span></span></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><center><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Karl said that the first picture looked like he had taken a picture of the back of my head with sunglasses so I put my hands up by my face so you could see it really wasn't the back of my head. That is my long hair brought up and over my head and over my face. Yeah, I know... I'm weird.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTd8isqIEs6uhs1vcbpgUSWwghEA4b8faMd08RFgGU1Fmp4As2A0SNsvQxyOyjYksZL9JyZXlnY1pAWPDl22M6VvqdCknE6uqKIB4CKDMkUYmb-SCgVnKFnRqHtm5dFhCPJXr2/s1600-h/Cousin+IT+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTd8isqIEs6uhs1vcbpgUSWwghEA4b8faMd08RFgGU1Fmp4As2A0SNsvQxyOyjYksZL9JyZXlnY1pAWPDl22M6VvqdCknE6uqKIB4CKDMkUYmb-SCgVnKFnRqHtm5dFhCPJXr2/s320/Cousin+IT+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057683014813322162" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Yikes! I can hardly breathe in here! See? It really wasn't a stunt... I wonder how Cousin Itt can stand it?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5yFht6Ok7KT0ZoKioNsk9jsKpBIKHQ_Mm0fe298cUuLEqaUtVP1uMh1Px-bAKgV4SUGtL91WF01Jji-J0Z_anrOPptqjSXm91nL8rUptFbcu8fQmVp2hbe4SEkGWFydunLI09/s1600-h/Cousin+IT+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5yFht6Ok7KT0ZoKioNsk9jsKpBIKHQ_Mm0fe298cUuLEqaUtVP1uMh1Px-bAKgV4SUGtL91WF01Jji-J0Z_anrOPptqjSXm91nL8rUptFbcu8fQmVp2hbe4SEkGWFydunLI09/s320/Cousin+IT+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057683019108289474" border="0" /><strong><span><span><strong></strong></span></span></strong></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Jessica wanted in on the action. Her hair wasn't as long or as thick as mine but hey, we had fun. At least you can't see how blue she is, right?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_JPJwAW4zcapIwmNOook6U4OFIArUaBa-UXibefiItqBECly5yJAhexNHWm0yEueXX2fOvcgKVJ5GAGdADzEdOQPwmALuGFuywQF4yOohqjxoOaQ1Ngc5lY3V_h5Zz9Prip5/s1600-h/Cousin+IT+and+sis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_JPJwAW4zcapIwmNOook6U4OFIArUaBa-UXibefiItqBECly5yJAhexNHWm0yEueXX2fOvcgKVJ5GAGdADzEdOQPwmALuGFuywQF4yOohqjxoOaQ1Ngc5lY3V_h5Zz9Prip5/s320/Cousin+IT+and+sis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057683019108289490" border="0" /><strong></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></strong></a><strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5yFht6Ok7KT0ZoKioNsk9jsKpBIKHQ_Mm0fe298cUuLEqaUtVP1uMh1Px-bAKgV4SUGtL91WF01Jji-J0Z_anrOPptqjSXm91nL8rUptFbcu8fQmVp2hbe4SEkGWFydunLI09/s1600-h/Cousin+IT+2.jpg"><strong><span><span><strong></strong></span></span></strong></a><strong><span><span><strong></strong></span></span></strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><strong></strong><br /></center><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4. If you were to dye your hair some other color than typical hair color (ie, blond, black, etc. would be typical) what color/s would you go for?<br /></span></strong></span></span></strong><strong><span><span><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I confess, I do color my hair but it is a typical hair color. I guess I would have to go for pink. I love pink and so does Jessica.<br /></span></span></strong></span></span></strong><strong></strong><strong><span><span><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_JPJwAW4zcapIwmNOook6U4OFIArUaBa-UXibefiItqBECly5yJAhexNHWm0yEueXX2fOvcgKVJ5GAGdADzEdOQPwmALuGFuywQF4yOohqjxoOaQ1Ngc5lY3V_h5Zz9Prip5/s1600-h/Cousin+IT+and+sis.jpg"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><strong><span><span><strong></strong></span></span></strong></span></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><strong><span><span><strong></strong></span></span></strong></span></span></strong></span></span></strong></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5. Can you roll your tongue?<br /><br /></span></strong></span></span></strong><strong><span><span><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><strong><span><span><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOVhOpoQZgJvLinawwWGOM_0jVmi_tcmB0UsP3Ir_fzvR446nzYPWQZhyzfHAoG_LR_oX-P5GQCFs7a3eaugWmWSnepRRHYYlywWyn1qozUszm9_Ret7iJpObX8C-Nx1-00cV/s1600-h/100_1496(rev+1%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOVhOpoQZgJvLinawwWGOM_0jVmi_tcmB0UsP3Ir_fzvR446nzYPWQZhyzfHAoG_LR_oX-P5GQCFs7a3eaugWmWSnepRRHYYlywWyn1qozUszm9_Ret7iJpObX8C-Nx1-00cV/s320/100_1496(rev+1%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057690960502819810" border="0" /></a></span></span></strong></span></span></strong></span></span></strong></span></span></strong></span></span></strong><strong><span><span><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hey, what else do you expect at 4:00am?! ROFL!<br /></span></span></strong></span></span></strong>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-9925583943397460072007-04-17T13:39:00.000-07:002007-04-17T13:41:29.015-07:00When Hallmark Writers Have a Bad Day:Ever wondered what happens when Hallmark writers are having a bad day?<br /><br /><br />My tire was thumping.<br />I thought it was flat<br />When I looked at the tire...<br />I noticed your cat.<br /><br />Sorry!<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Heard your wife left you,<br />How upset you must be.<br />But don't fret about it...<br />She moved in with me.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Congratulations on your wedding day!<br /><br />Too bad no one likes your husband.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />How could two people as beautiful as you<br /><br />Have such an ugly baby?<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />I've always wanted to have<br />someone to hold,<br />someone to love.<br /><br />After having met you ...<br />I've changed my mind.<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />I must admit, you brought Religion into my life.<br /><br />I never believed in Hell until I met you.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am...<br /><br />That you're not here to ruin it for me.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Congratulations on your promotion.<br /><br />Before you go...<br /><br />Would you like to take this knife out of my back?<br /><br />You'll probably need it again.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Happy Birthday, Uncle Dad!<br /><br />(Available only in Tennessee, Kentucky & West Virginia)<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />When we were together,<br />you always said you'd die for me.<br /><br />Now that we've broken up,<br />I think it's time you kept your promise.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />We have been friends for a very long time ..<br />………let's say we stop?<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />I'm so miserable without you<br />……..it's almost like you're here.<br /><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Congratulations on your new bundle of joy.<br /><br />Did you ever find out who the father was?<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Your friends and I wanted to do<br />something special for your birthday.<br /><br />So we're having you put to sleep.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />So your daughter's a hooker,<br />and it spoiled your day.<br /><br />Look at the bright side,<br />it's really good pay.Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-37136795742080258302007-04-08T18:06:00.000-07:002008-12-11T04:31:31.515-08:00Hoppy EasterI saw an Easter card several years ago with a cute little bunny hopping around, delivering easter eggs with the saying, "Hoppy Easter" and I've liked saying it ever since. I googled 'easter bunny pictures' and found this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcEGs2o3-N2mXDmIMqTH-NuiCY7Y2xCVNsFZ8V4EiBUs1r7bYWg6b0R9Lqi37QF4kEryyUhRBUEkMFsYlCgzi61eiLic3te5gzGvr0OebWFMfes_jqTC415LlJYu4peEqp2r1EA/s1600-h/meanbunny2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcEGs2o3-N2mXDmIMqTH-NuiCY7Y2xCVNsFZ8V4EiBUs1r7bYWg6b0R9Lqi37QF4kEryyUhRBUEkMFsYlCgzi61eiLic3te5gzGvr0OebWFMfes_jqTC415LlJYu4peEqp2r1EA/s400/meanbunny2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051227656479652498" border="0" /></a><br />YIKES! That dude is scary! I am shocked that little girl isn't kicking and screaming. So I'm going to post a picture of our very own bunny, Mary. She's actually Jessica's bunny named Mary Elizabeth Potter after Jessica's character, Mary Potter, Harry's long-lost sister. Isn't she cute? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9jC0Wrbs348q9NRmdovU8_F_WhFxNAL_kTGbaz19dHqT7BTtNvGLOv-8S1oEeWzy3_9eYhqI89-qo1U_CO5ocGBILN84Wi6PTQ4kX5MiXHk0KU4DJGPte8RtqAR7kfgWKMVY0g/s1600-h/100_1097(rev+1%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9jC0Wrbs348q9NRmdovU8_F_WhFxNAL_kTGbaz19dHqT7BTtNvGLOv-8S1oEeWzy3_9eYhqI89-qo1U_CO5ocGBILN84Wi6PTQ4kX5MiXHk0KU4DJGPte8RtqAR7kfgWKMVY0g/s320/100_1097(rev+1%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051224138901437058" border="0" /></a>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-24515509663446792382007-04-02T19:21:00.000-07:002007-04-02T19:23:32.110-07:00Musical MondayI'm too White and Nerdy...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6Zc9NyYH-k"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6Zc9NyYH-k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />I just love Weird Al... and Donny Osmond dancing in the background is hilarious too! Two grown men who aren't afraid to make fools of themselves in public... hehe... too funny!Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-4507691747830827072007-04-02T19:18:00.000-07:002007-04-02T19:26:11.822-07:00Here's the same song with just Weird Al and Donny Osmond dancing. hehe...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWc6QQ9JlMc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWc6QQ9JlMc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-12472962590028266842007-03-24T02:10:00.000-07:002007-03-24T02:49:33.660-07:00I danced with a baseball bat because I can't control myself<center>I stole this from <a href="http://yerdoingitwrong.blogspot.com/index.html">yerdoingitwrong</a>. Well, I warned her that I was stealing it so is it really stolen if she didn't say not to? While you think that one over, don't forget to play:<br /><br />Pick the month you were born. Pick the day (number) you were born. Pick the color of shirt you are wearing. Now type out the sentence you made using the answers below:<br /><br />Pick the month you were born:<br />January----------I kicked<br />February--------I loved<br />March------------I punched<br />April---------------I swam with<br />May---------------I choked on<br />June---------------I murdered<br />July----------------I did the Macarena with<br />August-----------I had lunch with<br />September------I danced with<br />October----------I sang to<br />November-------I yelled at<br />December-------I ran over<br /><br />Pick the day ( number) you were born on:<br />1----- --a birdbath<br />2-------a monster<br />3-------a phone<br />4-------a fork<br />5-------a Mexican<br />6-------a flamingo<br />7-------my cell phone<br />8-------my dog<br />9-------my best friends' boyfriend<br />10------my neighbor<br />11------my science teacher<br />12------a banana<br />13------a fireman<br />14------a stuffed animal<br />15------a goat<br />16------a pickle<br />17------a squirrel<br />18------a spoon<br />19------myself<br />20------a baseball bat<br />21------a ninja<br />22------a snowman<br />23------a noodle<br />24-- ----your mom<br />25------a football player<br />26------my sister<br />27------my brother<br />28------an ipod<br />29------a permanent marker<br />30------a llama<br />31------a zombie<br /><br />Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:<br />White----------because I'm very pretty.<br />Black----------because that's how I play.<br />Pink------------because I'm cool like that.<br />Red-------------because the voices told me to.<br />Blue------------because I can see the future.<br />Green----------because I love to boogie.<br />Purple----------because your mom's cool.<br />Gray------------because the voices in my head told me to.<br />Yellow---------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars<br />Orange---------because I tripped over my house<br />Brown----------because I love my pillow.<br />Other-----------because I'm a ninja.<br />None-----------because I can't control myself<br /><br />Now, please post your sentences in the comments area. Some of these can be really funny... Karl's was: "I kicked a fireman because that's how I play." hhhhmmmm.... I think he needs a time-out!<br /><br />Oh yeah... I tag: <a href="http://www.0ddness.co.uk/index.html">Jo</a>, <a href="http://www.0ddness.co.uk/index.html">Dan</a>, <a href="http://jenny.sojourn-of-grace.net/">Jenny</a>, <a href="http://www.graymasplace.blogspot.com/">Jeanne</a>, <a href="http://driedpapercutsandchickens.blogspot.com/">Karin</a>, <a href="http://jennyhaha.blogspot.com/index.html">Jennyhaha</a>, <a href="http://wwwsteelmagnolia.blogspot.com/index.html">Terri</a>, <a href="http://awesomemom.blogspot.com/">Awesome mom</a>, <a href="http://goofyj.wordpress.com/">GoofyJ</a>, <a href="http://marfrn.blogspot.com/">Mary</a>, <a href="http://rhythmunbroken2.blogspot.com/">Christine</a>, <a href="http://beatinghearts4kids.blogspot.com/index.html">Tim</a>, and a new blogger <a href="http://reignfromabove.blogspot.com/">Ruth</a> and of course anyone else who wants to play!</center>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-26983867330379597262007-03-19T20:44:00.000-07:002007-03-19T20:51:21.326-07:00Musical MondayI'm a little late posting this but better late than <strike>pregnant</strike> never, right? Here's to all my wacky cyber and 3-dimensional friends:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CM9YPH_BWdw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CM9YPH_BWdw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31986810.post-4939025565516927332007-03-19T01:33:00.000-07:002008-12-11T04:31:32.935-08:00Visions of dead flowers, broken chocolate and a handmade card<center><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >My dear cyber-friend, <a href="http://marfrn.blogspot.com/">Mary</a>, had a vision that dead flowers, broken chocolate and a handmade card were in my future. How right she was!<br /><br />Here are the dead flowers and broken chocolate. The dead flowers are much more beautiful (and functional) than I would have envisioned!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXxoKQ956C19S5amsgQn-efUzP6BvuG1VTUtJGqj8VxE082I6vUJyM_HUJt337BuPO8-5Wb9ytjqdD3cbFrkiXwpZg6xdtOphFsXTbIzcd3kAkF3z_7OZglnCPf0tWnMNF1R9/s1600-h/broken+chocolate+and+dead+flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXxoKQ956C19S5amsgQn-efUzP6BvuG1VTUtJGqj8VxE082I6vUJyM_HUJt337BuPO8-5Wb9ytjqdD3cbFrkiXwpZg6xdtOphFsXTbIzcd3kAkF3z_7OZglnCPf0tWnMNF1R9/s320/broken+chocolate+and+dead+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043557251296438898" border="0" /></a>The flowers are PENS! How clever is that?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmFTvZFDGgy5vu4i8F47yA17qL6gbEZZJjtiko9zINuqHm7HScFUawhF0N5DZGsfLY0jeu1HGiXaEWTqE_RQ4GUx25hPuBNxjIhp9K_1ZFkbnY7hyphenhyphenFoM5GPUswenOppClLxe0/s1600-h/dead+flower+pen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmFTvZFDGgy5vu4i8F47yA17qL6gbEZZJjtiko9zINuqHm7HScFUawhF0N5DZGsfLY0jeu1HGiXaEWTqE_RQ4GUx25hPuBNxjIhp9K_1ZFkbnY7hyphenhyphenFoM5GPUswenOppClLxe0/s320/dead+flower+pen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043557251296438914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Only the chocolate wasn't broken when it arrived, it was melted! So I put it into a plastic bag and into the fridge it went. Later I got it out and here's what it looked like:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_LYYyD8e3hpbdiXSumM9FO8ANxjHQK7sgB-34LzE8yPDAqv9SRVBX6vl2I6aw1TVgh98c6rjZor6RKDXv9KmWWNhABvbwsWFslP9xaPrNvedz3-q1LYN5xV4XDIqrcsnV28p/s1600-h/broken+chocolate+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_LYYyD8e3hpbdiXSumM9FO8ANxjHQK7sgB-34LzE8yPDAqv9SRVBX6vl2I6aw1TVgh98c6rjZor6RKDXv9KmWWNhABvbwsWFslP9xaPrNvedz3-q1LYN5xV4XDIqrcsnV28p/s320/broken+chocolate+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043554214754560546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofDDTjpTQ4yZN9iyLJS_ey9sSzKCtcEkiXgO-nAqaVMbAsQu3ROwtiKisGyWAIac1WdsUelupiS1dBt7rKDXWUfqiNvMQyrC15U8u81XyjGYtCpIADzknJmXB9VtiWOMl-Mh4/s1600-h/broken+chocolate+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofDDTjpTQ4yZN9iyLJS_ey9sSzKCtcEkiXgO-nAqaVMbAsQu3ROwtiKisGyWAIac1WdsUelupiS1dBt7rKDXWUfqiNvMQyrC15U8u81XyjGYtCpIADzknJmXB9VtiWOMl-Mh4/s320/broken+chocolate+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043554214754560562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNc5E58I4rtR6egHDB3JI3BMQVhxF9BPfqMbZFTS4i2cQNPqWYmJ9rnQ8-o5AiI3oLoy2bwEEUycHKVwWVHbf9Bzen3yBP6wZkexoqgznOUn3bCrfg_gucanC1wZ3zyJOk_0W/s1600-h/broken+chocolate+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNc5E58I4rtR6egHDB3JI3BMQVhxF9BPfqMbZFTS4i2cQNPqWYmJ9rnQ8-o5AiI3oLoy2bwEEUycHKVwWVHbf9Bzen3yBP6wZkexoqgznOUn3bCrfg_gucanC1wZ3zyJOk_0W/s320/broken+chocolate+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043554223344495170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjo2Q1rG1ImUGMPpdeuLqxwONtWV2e1HiwyoS0FbQYyDJRyMNz6A4URWIh-4QVxLi1_Nzovib8CdNdNFHvrvwRKnaYXlJ01Wb8P5cNM3fcEdQmBuX3IDvajEszfhtsVbyP5nBx/s1600-h/broken+chocolate+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjo2Q1rG1ImUGMPpdeuLqxwONtWV2e1HiwyoS0FbQYyDJRyMNz6A4URWIh-4QVxLi1_Nzovib8CdNdNFHvrvwRKnaYXlJ01Wb8P5cNM3fcEdQmBuX3IDvajEszfhtsVbyP5nBx/s320/broken+chocolate+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043554227639462482" border="0" /></a><br />Of course I couldn't let the chocolate just sit there, it could melt again! There were starving <strike>wolves</strike> children laying prey so I had to throw them little pieces of chocolate to keep them from attacking me... so after a few minutes, the chocolate really was broken:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfxg6ub3v5vLRiAJl959clgKuLsthDykYelND8NYwUJKT1DIcoKdYRyRIdmD9nXKvJdpz_Dj35O9-95DBOy8vqfjGgW0dCqgwqB68XL04cl4imVEIL1-nrBPnbwEhy0nsGMfq/s1600-h/broken+chocolate+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfxg6ub3v5vLRiAJl959clgKuLsthDykYelND8NYwUJKT1DIcoKdYRyRIdmD9nXKvJdpz_Dj35O9-95DBOy8vqfjGgW0dCqgwqB68XL04cl4imVEIL1-nrBPnbwEhy0nsGMfq/s320/broken+chocolate+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043554231934429794" border="0" /></a><br />But like I told Mary, I love chocolate in any shape... and it was good.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Here are the dead flowers with the beautiful handmade card:<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjSvL3Z-37vqUtZoR1M-komFKuDlFK_3hIYfU7wB61JScJrRSnsMynzRzWoqySsgJnTH1u-OxcUVETJDd_YcT3LWwVnA3JTJv4tbYMBMprD-1dc1OWfCSsHjK5DECvQbFs4IM/s1600-h/dead+flowers+and+handmade+card.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjSvL3Z-37vqUtZoR1M-komFKuDlFK_3hIYfU7wB61JScJrRSnsMynzRzWoqySsgJnTH1u-OxcUVETJDd_YcT3LWwVnA3JTJv4tbYMBMprD-1dc1OWfCSsHjK5DECvQbFs4IM/s320/dead+flowers+and+handmade+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043558084520094354" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br />Thanks Mary, you really made my day!<br /><br /></span><br /></center>Nancy Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394280332224329165noreply@blogger.com3