<?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-7462044887481184851</id><updated>2012-01-02T17:31:17.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamilton Homestead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4171754460624814840</id><published>2009-12-30T16:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:05:28.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SzvYWfP6oOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JKhMuP3HCJE/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421164457327501538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SzvYWfP6oOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JKhMuP3HCJE/s320/PICT0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SzvYWH-forI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gzBfe7RnU8o/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421164451080413874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SzvYWH-forI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gzBfe7RnU8o/s320/PICT0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SzvYVyQqO-I/AAAAAAAAAME/akmoXkIFomw/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421164445251025890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SzvYVyQqO-I/AAAAAAAAAME/akmoXkIFomw/s320/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right now this little rascal is out our window playing in the snow. My Baby went to the door and looked out and this opposum was out front walking toward the house. He scared him to the little shed. After a little while I seen him out the back window and I had to take a picture of it. It was so cool. I thought that I would share it with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son, Bobby, stopped by the other day and he was sharing stories about me before I met My Baby. He was telling about the time that when Trey was little this little litter of puppies were barking up a storm and we went outside to see what was wrong and we looked down on the cement steps and there was a little bat there. I got a pair of gloves and picked it up and took it inside and put it into a birdcage that we had. We called the game warden and they said to put it into the tree out back upside down and it would go away. So after I let the kids look at it I took it outside and did what I was told. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another time there was this HUGE black snake climbing the courthouse wall and I had ahold of it and was going to take it down to the creek and let it go. Bobby started honking the horn and it made the snake really mad. So I had to let it go on its way. When Trey, my Baby, and I was walking in the field just south of the house. My Baby was rabbiting hunting and there was this little snake slithering along. I picked it up, Trey thought it was really cool. So did I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been that way with wild animals. When I was little I actually caught a kit hawk that was hurt. We called the lady down the road, she worked at the refuge, it ended up dying, but I saved it for the night. I also saved a little pig one time when her momma squished her. Dad was climbing the grain bin, before he went up, I was crying and trying to get it alive. Daddy showed me how to kinda do cpr on it. I massaged its side and by the time daddy came back down the little pig was up and running around in the back of the truck. He couldn't believe it. Neither could I, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway, I am done "chasing rabbits" with all these stories and I am sure boring the poop out of you. I will let you go. Have a great night and maybe real soon- before the end of the year- I will tell you about our Christmas. Take care of yourself and all the little critters that you may have. Good night, Roxi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-4171754460624814840?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4171754460624814840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4171754460624814840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4171754460624814840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4171754460624814840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-new-visitor.html' title='Our New Visitor'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SzvYWfP6oOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JKhMuP3HCJE/s72-c/PICT0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1883415488194148777</id><published>2009-12-12T18:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:32:57.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS POEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Different Christmas POEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,&lt;br /&gt;                                                I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. &lt;br /&gt;                                                      My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Transforming the yard to a winter delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. &lt;br /&gt;                                                   My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, &lt;br /&gt;                                                      Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. &lt;br /&gt;                                                        In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,&lt;br /&gt;                                                      So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,&lt;br /&gt;                                                     But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear..&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,&lt;br /&gt;                                                       And I crept to the door just to see who was near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,&lt;br /&gt;                                                         A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. &lt;br /&gt;                                                          A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                "What are you doing?"I asked without fear,  &lt;br /&gt;                                                              "Come  in this moment, it's freezing out here! &lt;br /&gt;                                                      Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, &lt;br /&gt;                                                            You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        To the window that danced with a warm fire's light&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, &lt;br /&gt;                                                                I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."&lt;br /&gt;                                                               "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 That separates you from the darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  No one had to ask or beg or implore me,&lt;br /&gt;                                                         I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. &lt;br /&gt;                                                            My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"&lt;br /&gt;                                                Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."                                                                  My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      And now it is my turn and so, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              I've not seen my own son in more than a while,&lt;br /&gt;                                                      But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. &lt;br /&gt;                                                           Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 The red, white, and blue... an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 I can live through the cold and the being alone,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Away from my family, my house and my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       I can carry the weight of killing another,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Who stand at the front against any and all,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                "  So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    "But isn't there something I can do, at the least,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         It seems all too little for all that you've done, &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   For being away from your wife and your son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          To stand your own watch, no matter how long.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     For when we come home, either standing or dead,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       To know you remember we fought and we bled.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people  stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother sent this to me and I just had to share with all of you. Please thank every soldier for our being aboe to celebrate the birth of Christ Jesus in our own homes. And wish them all a very Merry Christmas and may there be PEACE ON EARTH and GOODWILL TOWARD MEN and WOMEN!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a great night. Hold your baby real tight. I will post tomorrow about how bad our week was. Talk to you tomorrow, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-1883415488194148777?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1883415488194148777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1883415488194148777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1883415488194148777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1883415488194148777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-christmas-poem.html' title='A BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS POEM'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1904671556057251371</id><published>2009-12-05T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:52:32.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so EXCITED!!! WOOOHOOOO I know all of you might not be, but we are. The day before yesterday at work, I was talking about my cat and little bear ornaments. This lady, Rhonda who works with me asked me to bring in them for her to see. So I bought them in for her to see and she bought the cat and one of the ornaments. I even have the other Rhonda buying another ornament. I was so excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I have the next two days off. This woman or her man, neither one of us, are going to answer the phone. So don't call. We are out fishing. LOL!! No not really, but he is going to be painting and I am going to be sewing. I can't wait. WHOOOOHOOOOO!!!! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it is only three weeks until CHRISTMAS!! Oh MY GOSH!! I know one thing- TIME CAN SLOW DOWN!!! PLEASE!! WOW!! I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanted to share that with you. Have a great night. I know we will, my Baby and I have been planning a really REALLY GREAT NIGHT all day. SO hold your baby tight and have  a great night. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-1904671556057251371?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1904671556057251371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1904671556057251371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1904671556057251371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1904671556057251371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-news.html' title='GREAT NEWS!!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4231370117961217058</id><published>2009-12-03T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:56:44.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December!!</title><content type='html'>December has always been VERY hard for me. When I lost my daughter, Sarah Marie, she was buried the day before Christmas Eve. I didn't want her to wait until after Christmas or be buried on Christmas or Christmas Eve. When we got back to our house in Nebraska after burying her, our tree was up and the presents were all under the tree. So for many years my family kept getting on to me for not putting my tree up until Christmas Eve and taking it down Christmas afternoon. It seemed pretty worthless for it be up when the presents were unwrapped. Up until my Baby, I didn't go and get Christmas presents until Christmas Eve. I hated HATED the holiday. Along with Easter- pretty much for the same reason. I lost Allen Scott the day before Easter. Now with my Baby's help we put the tree up right around this time of year and I don't cry as much as I did before. Even today Dear Abby had a poem that I wanted to share with you all. It is a very touching poem, that I know helps me try and get a grip on my kids. They had Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA) it was actually called Werdnig-Hoffman Disease. I know that I have talked about them often. I am sorry. I think about them often. Please enjoy the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meeting was held quite far from Earth.&lt;br /&gt;It was time again for another birth.&lt;br /&gt;Said the Angels to the Lord above --&lt;br /&gt;"This special child will need much love.&lt;br /&gt;"Her progress may be very slow,&lt;br /&gt;"Accomplishment she may not show.&lt;br /&gt;"And she'll require extra care&lt;br /&gt;"From the folks she meets down there.&lt;br /&gt;"She may not run or laugh or play,&lt;br /&gt;"Her thoughts may seem quite far away.&lt;br /&gt;"So many times she will be labeled&lt;br /&gt;"'different,' 'helpless' and disabled.&lt;br /&gt;"So, let's be careful where she's sent.&lt;br /&gt;"We want her life to be content.&lt;br /&gt;"Please, Lord, find the parents who&lt;br /&gt;"Will do a special job for you.&lt;br /&gt;"They will not realize right away&lt;br /&gt;"The leading role they are asked to play.&lt;br /&gt;"But with this child sent from above&lt;br /&gt;"Comes stronger faith, and richer love.&lt;br /&gt;"And soon they'll know the privilege given&lt;br /&gt;"In caring for their gift from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;"Their precious charge, so meek and mild&lt;br /&gt;"Is heaven's very special child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Baby for helping make some sense out of losing them. I love you with all of my heart. I hope you all have a great night. Hold your Baby real tight and maybe the nightmares will go away. I know they did for me last night. I love you, Baby. Thank you for stopping by and reading the poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-4231370117961217058?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4231370117961217058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4231370117961217058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4231370117961217058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4231370117961217058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7458755423701793186</id><published>2009-11-29T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:08:19.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!!</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry that it has been so long. Happy Halloween!!! Happy Thanksgiving!! We had a pretty good Halloween and Thanksgiving. My Baby and I got to hand out some candy to the little kids for Halloween. It was EXCITING!! I have never done that before. I actually got to give some away at work. I really enjoy the little ones that come in. Thanksgiving was hectic. I had to work and my poor Baby had to make the dinner so we could eat when I got home. It was wonderful to eat when we got home. Elizabeth and Kaley were here with little Gabriel. Who is not so little anymore. He is 2 and a half. Bobby and Trey stopped by for a little while. We got to see my sister after I got off. They stopped at Casey's. I got to talk to her for a minute before we had to come home and they were headed to Maryville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of sales on my Etsy shop. One lady was from Great Britain and the other lady was going to send me a money order, but I never got it. So I relisted the cats that she bought. I am working on some teddy bear ornaments right now. Hopefully, they sell. I don't know for sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all that is going on here at Hamilton Homestead. I will try and get better at posting. I don't want to talk about Casey's. I just really don't. I spend enough time up there, without talking about it too. Have a great night. I will talk to you soon. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7458755423701793186?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7458755423701793186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7458755423701793186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7458755423701793186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7458755423701793186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='Update!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-9220469101822151594</id><published>2009-10-04T17:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:49:25.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T BELIEVE IT IS OCTOBER!!</title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone?! Oh my gosh, this is very scary. I can't believe it. There isn't too much to talk about. I had to work today because the lady who usually works on Sundays got hurt a couple of weeks ago. She usually does the truck as well, but this Friday it will be the third week that she doesn't do it. The first Friday I had to unload the truck by myself. It SUCKED!! And LUCKY ME I get to do it this friday if she isn't back yet. I got REALLY hot and then I sat down out in the shade to cool off. WELL, GUESS WHAT? Joyous me, I got the cold that everyone else is getting from this weather. In the mornings it is cold enough for the heater to run and the afternoon it is actually warm enough for the air conditioner. CRAAAZZZZYYYY!!!! I hate this time of year. Then I gave it to my Baby, I am so sorry, honey. I did not want to, but you are so gorgeous and I just have to kiss you. So anyway, that is what is going on at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what else?! Since I have had this cold, I have only had two and a half cigarrettes a day. It really is hurting my chest so that is all I have smoked. Actually, today all I have had is 1. Tomorrow will be the real test. I am off tomorrow, so we will see. Hopefully, I can stop. I know that I can quit drinking (cold-turkey) and quit marijuana (cold-turkey) so I am thinking that I can kick this cold-turkey. I sure hope so. Maybe we can save money and use that money on something else. We would have alot. I know that when I am off we go through about 2 packs a day is not two and a half. That is actually alot. We smoke Pall Malls so they are $4.37 a pack with tax. CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that Trey Daniel is out for Flag Football. He was out on the field playing and I asked Bobby Daren if he was playing. He actually said "yeah." Like I was to know. I told him, "that hey, unless you tell me anything I don't know anything that is going on with them." It drives me crazy the way that I get treated. But hey, that's life. As my Baby tells me. Someone had that as a song or something. He could tell you, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to tell you what all is going on here at Hamilton Homestead. I am terrible to not do this all the time. I will try to get better. Most of my time is talking about or working at Casey's. It sucks. I am so sorry, honey, for boring you with my work and then talking about it all the time. I do love you and thank you for doing the laundry. I am sorry that you are feeling bad. I love you. SO anyway, folks, I will talk to you later. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-9220469101822151594?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/9220469101822151594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=9220469101822151594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9220469101822151594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9220469101822151594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-believe-it-is-october.html' title='I CAN&apos;T BELIEVE IT IS OCTOBER!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2218227063303459432</id><published>2009-09-15T18:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:58:02.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH, I HATE DRAMA.. This weekend we had a WHOLE LOT OF it. My boss and her sister invited me to a night out. I was paying $40, my half of the motel room, and my meals. It WOULD HAVE BEEN WONDERFUL. We were going to go and see "Menopausal: the Musical". It was going to be on October 24th. I was going to take that Friday, Saturday, and of course Sunday and Monday, which I have Sunday and Monday off anyway. So I was only going to take 16 hours of MY vacation time. Which I have alot of. I have never been to anything like that before, or even been to a concert. So it would have been awesome. But, of course, like anything in my life that would have been wonderful and fun, someone has to ruin it. THIS time it was co-workers. BECAUSE I didn't say anything to anyone except my Baby, 2 other co-workers (one whom I was speaking to, and the other wanted to know WHAT we were talking about). And me, being STUPID, I told her. And like all rumors, IT SPREAD and it WAS WRONG. SHE told a co-worker that Patsy was paying for EVERYTHING!! That was so WRONG!! I was paying for my own things. But, so 3 co-workers, got their way and threw a FIT like a 2-year-old. And what I don't understand was WHAT THE HELL DID IT HAVE TO DO WITH THEM!! Another thing was: if my son, WHOM IS TURNING 18 that day, still wants me to go, who are they to ruin our night. Patsy and her sister asked me about a month ago. Since then this one co-worker has had a fit twice because of me. Once when we were having "Customer Appreciation Days" I didn't come to work at 7 when the local radio station was there and the poor baby was in the kitchen by herself. WAAAAAAA!!! I was scheduled to be there at 8, I clocked in at 7:47. WAAAAA!!!! And then the next week, because I had over 40 hours, I came in an hour late and I didn't change it on the schedule, she was crying because I was late. And THE BOSS KNEW IT. So did the assistant, whom was working that day. WAAAAAAA!!!! So APPARENTLY, ROXI'S LIFE IS EXCITING!!! Where? I don't know, but we keep a pretty good tab on what she is doing. I am wondering if I need to write down an itenerary for all of them, HOLY COW!! No, I am NOT GOING, I was HONESTLY thinking of quitting, but nope I am not. They want rid of me they can do it like they are Patsy by writing to corporate and lying. But, of course, they aren't leaving their names, oh no, why would we do that. We don't want anyone to know that it is US that is doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Baby got me a table so I can sew to my hearts' content. I love it, thank you, Baby. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SrAnVwQtPgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SzzkwLYvLxY/s1600-h/PICT0005(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381844809393454594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SrAnVwQtPgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SzzkwLYvLxY/s320/PICT0005(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is "sewing central" it is so EXCITING!! I love it. Sunday, we rearranged our living room. It is huge now, for a trailer. Right beside the table is "painting central" where my Baby gets to paint. I love it. My Baby is going to go to Hy-Vee and sell his crafts this weekend. Hopefully, I can get off Saturday and go with him. I worked yesterday and today. If I don't take some of it off, I will have overtime. And that will make the 3 of them really mad. WAAAAAA!!!!!! Man, I am going to have to buy out the kleenex business for the blubbering babies that we have to deal with, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all that is going on in our little part of the whole world, not much but a whole lot of stuff hitting the fan. Oh yeah, BTW, Bobby Daren had a football game here at Fairfax the other night, they lost, but not by much. I was so proud of him and his team. Homecoming is here at Fairfax the 9th of October. And if would be able to sit and watch it WITHOUT DRAMA we will be there, but doubtfully. I HATE MOST PEOPLE!! I guess, I will get off of here and do the dishes and go to bed. Just in case anyone is interested. Have a good night all, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2218227063303459432?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2218227063303459432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2218227063303459432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2218227063303459432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2218227063303459432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/09/drama-drama-drama.html' title='DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SrAnVwQtPgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SzzkwLYvLxY/s72-c/PICT0005(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-8437868428558026882</id><published>2009-09-09T17:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:23:42.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS MY BABY'S BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 50th BABY, I love you with all of my heart!! Thank you for being here with me and loving me through everything. I hope that you had a great day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY 9-9-1959 to 9-9-9 ISN'T THAT TOOO COOOOOLLLLL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGNyByH_X4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/xGNyByH_X4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/7462044887481184851-8437868428558026882?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/8437868428558026882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=8437868428558026882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8437868428558026882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8437868428558026882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-my-babys-birthday.html' title='ITS MY BABY&apos;S BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-3994483137945390311</id><published>2009-08-31T13:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:03:33.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me Thinking</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to Tarkio and I was in Casey's talking to Patsy, my manager. And while we were there the two sisters from the Monastery over in Clyde, MO came in. So my Baby got to meet Sr. Cathleen. Very exciting. Since then I have been thinking which I do alot of, most of it gets me to second guessing myself on most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going on 4 years-ago when I met my Baby. I was working at the little c-store here in Fairfax. Yes, I was married but to a man that was NOT very nice. That summer we argued ALOT. Bad enough, that Bobby (who was 13) took off on a bike and rode it to Craig. Which was about 8 or 9 miles on the highway. Me and the boys usually went to bed crying. The last night that I was at that house Trey (who was 5), me and their father went out to eat in Rock Port. We started out arguing and ended arguing. When we got home Trey and I was out at the car standing there. I was holding Trey. When the husband went in the house he slammed the door, we stayed outside. When he came out he slammed the door. Trey looked at me and honest to GOD, said "Mom please stop." SO that night I slept with the boys and told them that I was leaving the next day. That I wished that I could take them, but I knew that he wouldn't let me. But I told them that I loved them with all my heart, which I do. That was a Sunday when I told their father that "I WAS NOT GOING HOME!!" He told the boys "to get in the truck" and he told EVERYONE that I was going to take the boys to Texas and no one would ever see them again. The only person I knew in Texas was HIS BROTHER. So no, I was not going to do that. I had every intentions of going to Mound City and spend the night with my sister. Bill (before he was my Baby) told me that since I had to open the c-store in the morning that I could stay at his house on the couch with him and his son. That night we went out to eat at the Dairy Diner and the husband came in and said "You are lucky I didn't bring Baby with me!" His Baby was a 357 magnum. I asked him where my kids were and he said somewhere safe where I couldn't see them. That was in September. I didn't get to see them until December. After our divorce. He threatened me alot in that time, saying "that our divorce wasn't final and he could still do with me what he wanted." Anything. And he meant it. In the divorce- because I was tired of fighting with him and I just wanted him to leave me alone. He got the boys and he got my car. But more importantly, MY BOYS!! I hardly ever see them now, because along with everyone else he has them convinced that I don't love them. Which is a total lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Baby and I fell in love. We moved in together and we spent 2 and a half years without a car. In that 2 1/2 years we talked alot. Neither one of us had a car because without a job you can't get a car and without a car you cna't get a job. So we talked alot. We cried alot. We never, EVER FOUGHT! Or fight, for that matter. EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the Sisters of the Monastery came in today I got to thinking that it was amazing that I was there when they came. I just think that "you know, there are people that think that the way they live is wrong. And the way that we live is wrong. Me working outside the home while he just sits at home." IT IS NOT TRUE!! We talked for 2 1/2 years on this subject alone. So WE, both of us, NOT JUST BILL, both of us decided to get a car with HIS income tax and me get a job while he sits at home and works on his woodcrafts. That is his JOB!! And he does a wonderful job with them. Yes, you know, there for about 5 or 6 months he wasn't working on them because his mom passed away suddenly. She had talked to him the day before and the next night she was laying in the hospital brain dead. NO warning, NO nothing. Just at 67 years-old just dead. No car wreck just fell over DEAD. Did anyone tell him "sorry about your mom?" No my mom says "you didn't call me and tell me that she passed." SHE KNEW FOLKS. I talked to her the next day when we were on our way down to Joplin so Bill could see her. I talked to her while I was there, I talked to her when we got home. I talked to her when they called and said that "they were going to unplug the machine and that they were going to bring up some of her fabric for me to have." You know what my mom said to me while I was crying on the phone with her? She said "she isn't even dead yet." I really REALLY loved Frances, Bills' mom. She didn't judge us for anything. She accepted and encouraged us on everything. So when she passed, we put an obituary in the Fairfax, Tarkio and the St. Joe papers. So everyone could see. And she tells me that we didn't call her and tell her. So yes, for 5 or 6 months my Baby was trying to deal with losing his mom. And you know what, he has very well. I didn't deal with losing my children until years after, because I didn't have anyone supporting me emotionally. I didn't get to handle my emotions until I met my Baby and he helped me. Thank you, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is WHY I WORK AND HE STAYS HOME. Because we talked alot about it and it was best with me working outside the home and him at home because for one thing we only have one car and he can stay way busier on his business than I can. So that is why. I know that most of you don't care or that you will still judge us. But we both know in our hearts and our conscience that we ARE doing right. Neither one of us are doing anything against GOD or HUMANITY. Just the one's that think that they are right and that HE should be the bread-winner. But you know what, WE both LOVE our life we have together. No we don't have much money, but what we have is our's. We own our house, but to most people it isn't what they would chose. We own our car, to most people they want better. But as most of you know it doesn't take much to make me happy. I hate to shop, I don't want for anything, and my Baby is the same way. So for now folks, that is what I have been thinking about. I love my job, I love my Baby, I love my life. And for the first time in 19 years I can say with all honesty that I don't want to take my own life. I am truly and honestly happy. So for now folks, have a good day. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-3994483137945390311?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/3994483137945390311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=3994483137945390311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3994483137945390311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3994483137945390311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-me-thinking.html' title='Just Me Thinking'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-216498082769517837</id><published>2009-08-28T17:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:03:59.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Chance Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphiGyZzZII/AAAAAAAAALw/HhTdMyDkDwI/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375154024015422594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphiGyZzZII/AAAAAAAAALw/HhTdMyDkDwI/s320/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, at work, there were 2 ladies that were really nice. They all are, but these 2 left a very humble woman, with a great gift. These 2 ladies came in and wanted a map of Nebraska. We sell them but they are so high in price so Patsy told this one to go to the rest area right before Council Bluffs and get a free one there. This other lady was just very quiet, but I guess just watching and observing. So they went outside to get in the car they were in. I was going outside and the lady that was quiet came back to the door where I was standing and handed me 3 soaps. They smelled ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL. The one that Patsy got was "Gingerbread Pumpkin", I got the one that was "Apple Berry Cream" and Rhonda got the one that was "Honey Cream." Oh my GOSH THEY ARE WONDERFUL. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphbJisj0QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0jSu9URMnqQ/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375146374757339394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphbJisj0QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0jSu9URMnqQ/s320/PICT0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This first picture is of the front of the bag the soap is in. The tag says "Monastery Scents Handcrafted Saop." Inside the tag: (On the left side) "So that in all things God may be glorified." Rule of St. Benedictine Chapter 57. (On the right side) "These soaps are fragrant moisturizing bars containing saponified vegtable oils and natural glycerine to scent and soften your skin; a bit of Holy Water and a prayer for you." It also says "I am pleased to share with you the work of my hands, Sr. Cathleen Marie, osb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I talked to my Baby and told him I had a surprise for him. He googled it. He found the website and they ACTUALLY had a interview with the woman that I met and they had pictures of the other lady as well. The one that gave us the soap was ACTUALLY SISTER CATHLEEN MARIE and the other lady was Sister Nancy. Which to me is WAY TOO COOL!!! I mean there are so many people in this world and I had to meet 2 ladies that would be so wonderful to share something like this with us. The website is &lt;a href="http://www.benedictinesisters.org/"&gt;http://www.benedictinesisters.org/&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to go and see the interview. It is really awesome. I wish that there was some kind of scratch and sniff for you to witness the smell of this wonderful soap. It SMELLS GREAT!! Too bad mom didn't have something like this when we had to eat soap. I think it would even taste good. HAHAHA!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, Baby, I know. But I have to share this. Wednesday I got to actually see something that is very tragic but something that I have never heard of. And of course I have pictures of it. I was sitting here at the table playing Pogo. I saw this really bright blue light coming from the flat by the grain bins. All of a sudden, there was a fire and some smoke coming from the transformer on the light pole. I was really freaking out didn't know if I needed to call the fire department or not. So anyway, it went out as fast as it started. There was a TURKEY BUZZARD that had flown into the transformer. It caught on fire. There was hardly any feathers left ont he&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphfdvkhMvI/AAAAAAAAALg/EMCXIVsplhI/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375151119857169138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphfdvkhMvI/AAAAAAAAALg/EMCXIVsplhI/s320/PICT0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; poor thing. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphfeKX7d_I/AAAAAAAAALo/_nbx3czNAsw/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375151127052122098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphfeKX7d_I/AAAAAAAAALo/_nbx3czNAsw/s320/PICT0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphfdH97_qI/AAAAAAAAALY/h_OIISP6d3k/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375151109226364578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphfdH97_qI/AAAAAAAAALY/h_OIISP6d3k/s320/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it didn't suffer. But oh my GOSH, it was so cool, terrible but cool. Sorry, I know it is very disturbing but how many times in your life are you going to see this??? Sorry, Baby, I know I am warped but I HAD TO SHARE it. I was going to explode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that is the news from here at Hamilton Homestead. Have a good night all. I have had a really REALLY good week. Just sitting back and realizing that the people and things you see, may never be happen if you don't stop and smell the flowers. You know? Everyone is in such a rush to get here and do this, but no one, NO ONE just stops to give someone a smile or even a thank you. It was very spiritual, both of the incidences. So with that note I am getting off of here and watch my Baby mow the yard and make supper. We are having chicken with flour and a package of dry ranch dressing mixed together and it is baking right now and smells wonderful. SO have a great night. Love to all. Roxi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-216498082769517837?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/216498082769517837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=216498082769517837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/216498082769517837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/216498082769517837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/08/wonderful-chance-meeting.html' title='A Wonderful Chance Meeting'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SphiGyZzZII/AAAAAAAAALw/HhTdMyDkDwI/s72-c/PICT0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4545965337947064430</id><published>2009-08-22T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:58:22.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALOT Going on!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been very VERY BUSY!! And very VERY CHAOTIC!! Last Saturday I had to work from 4- 11 p.m. which normally I work 8-4. Not only did I have to close but we had the fight going on in town. ALOT of people came into town for that. Then Sunday, my Baby and I went to Tarkio to get some things from his uncle. He was actually storing it for Harry (My Baby's dad) and we got this little wagon with a homemade bear and little pillows. It is so cute. We also picked up his step-mom's sewing machine. His step-mom passed away about 7 years ago. So now I got a sewing machine and so on Monday I sewed 4 pillows after I cut out the fabric. I had way WAAAAYYYY TOOOOO MUUUUUCCCCCHHHHH fun. Tuesday I went back to my schedule. I worked 9-4. But on Wednesday I worked 6-2 so Patsy could take her granddaughter to college. I was getting ready for the big shin-dig. We had a Customer Appreciation Days from the 20th, 21st, and 22nd. It SUCKED BIG TIME. I put in 8 1/2 everyday except today. Today I got to leave early because I wasn't feeling good and I had my allotted hours. Actually if I would have stayed I would have gotten 40 plus hours. So I left at 1:30. We went up and seen Harry at the Nursing Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice surprise on Thursday. Elizabeth, Nathan, and Jessica, and the little one's came up from Kansas City. Here are some of the pictures from teh few hours they were here. I know that we sure did enjoy seeing them. Thank you guys for coming up. The little one's are sure growing up ALOT. When I walked in the house Little Gabe looks at me and said "Hi, gamma." I wanted to cry so bad. SO here are the pics.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1C0-9OuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_sfvpjWh5uc/s1600-h/liz+and+gabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923046895893218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1C0-9OuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_sfvpjWh5uc/s320/liz+and+gabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Elizabeth &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1FISkXvI/AAAAAAAAALA/B1JE9igZRLg/s1600-h/liz+and+nate3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923086438162162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1FISkXvI/AAAAAAAAALA/B1JE9igZRLg/s320/liz+and+nate3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Gabe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Nathan and his boys Adam (the oldest) and Isaiah (the littlest). Those boys are so cute. Nathan is my Baby's nephew, whom he raised as his own. And the boy's mom is Jessica. She wouldn't get in front  of the camera. Maybe next time they come up. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1EhDC64I/AAAAAAAAAK4/G6vkEQC28pI/s1600-h/liz+and+nate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923075904072578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1EhDC64I/AAAAAAAAAK4/G6vkEQC28pI/s320/liz+and+nate2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids playing on the mower. They love grandpa'&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1DWmOXbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wbqs2UfCBrg/s1600-h/liz+and+gabe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923055918964146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1DWmOXbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wbqs2UfCBrg/s320/liz+and+gabe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s mower for some reason. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1EHYTnuI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mqWvmx7cOE4/s1600-h/liz+and+nate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923069013925602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1EHYTnuI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mqWvmx7cOE4/s320/liz+and+nate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the last of the pictures. This one is of little Isaiah behind Papa Bill's painting rack. He took off the little pumpkins off of the middle rack and was standing there so cute. We had way too much fun with them all. I said that I would put pictures of Trey Daniel on here. But these are just as cute. I will put them on tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For right now I am going to get off of here and think about going to bed. It has been a long LOOOOONNNNNGGGG week.  Tomorrow I am going to start working on MY shop. I have to work 8-4 tomorrow and Monday. Which is very unusual for me. They are usually my days off. I hate HATE dealing with mondays. But this week I have to. But I get Tuesday and Wednesday off. So next week I just have to work Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. And then have 2 days off again. So I don't think that will be too bad. But I dont want to think about that place anymore. I have a headache from that place. So have a good night and thank you for coming by and visiting. Thank you, Roxi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-4545965337947064430?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4545965337947064430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4545965337947064430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4545965337947064430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4545965337947064430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/08/alot-going-on.html' title='ALOT Going on!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SpB1C0-9OuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_sfvpjWh5uc/s72-c/liz+and+gabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-9079919634109136539</id><published>2009-08-13T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:51:09.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry For the LACK OF POSTS</title><content type='html'>There has been so much going on. Saturday was my 38th birthday. WOOOHOOOO!! Had to work. But when I got home my Baby made me a cake, even though he didn't feel good. Thank you, Baby. I really appreciated it. And yes, it did taste wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week our schedule is so messed up. I have had to close this week. Usually I have to work from 8-4. But this week I am working 4-11. So we haven't been going to bed until about 11:30 and going to sleep about 12:30 or 1. Usually we are laying in bed at 8 and going to sleep about 10. We have both been very spoiled with that. But I have still been sewing. I got two pillows done yesterday. I put the finishing touches on one of them and sewed the whole other pillow yesterday and got them listed on my Etsy shop. I am so EXCITED about having the shop and then on Monday I actually sold a pillow case. I WAS SO EXCITED about that. So Monday we shipped a pillow case to New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take Bobby home. SO I will talk to you tomorrow and let you see some pictures I stole of my other son, Trey. I don't have to many of them and I had to steal them from other sights. OOPS!! But he is so cute. Have a good day all. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-9079919634109136539?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/9079919634109136539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=9079919634109136539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9079919634109136539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9079919634109136539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-for-lack-of-posts.html' title='Sorry For the LACK OF POSTS'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7147430773790239276</id><published>2009-08-06T20:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:03:16.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SnuIF4hQlrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DxKMGgjbwzE/s1600-h/pillow+cover+friends+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367033015594686130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SnuIF4hQlrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DxKMGgjbwzE/s320/pillow+cover+friends+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SnuIFpnkZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3O69fL-QvvU/s1600-h/pillow+cover+birds+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367033011594618834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SnuIFpnkZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3O69fL-QvvU/s320/pillow+cover+birds+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SnuIFbihaMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LxB2_n-WhBo/s1600-h/pillow+cover+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367033007815354562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SnuIFbihaMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LxB2_n-WhBo/s320/pillow+cover+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is so much going on at Hamilton Homestead. I have opened up an Etsy Shop!! I am so EXCITED!!!!!!!! Here is some of what I am working on. They are pillow covers. My Baby has been pushing me on this and I am so excited to tell you that it is working. VERY WELL!!!! Thank you Baby for supporting me and giving me the confidence that I needed to have to be able to open my shop along with yours'. Thank you, Baby, I love you with all of my heart. If you would like to go to my Etsy shop it is &lt;a href="http://www.roxiscreations.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.roxiscreations.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt; It is so cool all you have to do is click on the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those of you FROM the Etsy shop. Thank you for stopping by Hamilton Homestead. Your patronage is very humbling. Before my Baby I never EVER had the courage to do what I have done. As long as I could remember nothing that I did was right, but now with my Baby's help and loving support I have done it. So thank you to all the new "Friends" of Hamilton Homestead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting ready to go to bed so my Baby can hold me real tight. Good night all. Have a wonderful uneventful night. Hold your Baby real tight and all the bad images and nightmares go away. It really works. Thank you again to my Baby and all the new folks from Etsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and by the way, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to my folks. They have been married for 48 years today. Happy anniversary mom and dad. I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roxi&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/7462044887481184851-7147430773790239276?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7147430773790239276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7147430773790239276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7147430773790239276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7147430773790239276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-going-on.html' title='So Much Going On'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SnuIF4hQlrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DxKMGgjbwzE/s72-c/pillow+cover+friends+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1342406232883869673</id><published>2009-07-15T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:56:31.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Manager</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had to go to work before 7 because the manager and assistant manager went to St. Joe to a meeting. SO very exciting for me, NOT!! I had to check in the Wonder Bread guy and the Milk guy and everyone else that came in wanting the manager. So I got through yesterday alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a totally different situation. And the manager was there!! There was a guy delivering a CO2 canister. He walked in and automatically looked at me and said that he had a CO2 for us where did I want it. NOT EVEN KIDDING!! What did I want to do with it?! Patsy was on my register so I told him that Patsy will deal with him. So she dealt with that one. Then when she was downtown a guy called and wanted to talk to the manager and asked if I was it. I just kinda laughed and said no. I told him to call back in a half an hour. Which he never did. Then when I was standing there waiting for 4 o'clock a lady walked in and said that she just got her car out of the shop because there was something in the gas and she only gets her gas from Casey's. She walked in and just looked right at me, telling me. All I did was tell her that I was sorry. I just kept telling her that over and over again. It was like what the heck was I to do about it. I told her that I would tell Patsy. That was all I could do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day. SUCKED!! Anyway, I am going to get off of here and go make supper. And then go to bed and hold my Baby. Have a good night all. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-1342406232883869673?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1342406232883869673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1342406232883869673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1342406232883869673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1342406232883869673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-manager.html' title='Playing Manager'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4419433658664413711</id><published>2009-07-11T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:06:35.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day Over With...</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it through another day. I am so glad to be off the next two days. WHOOOOHOOO!! The airshow went on without any more incidences. On the airfield anyway. This morning at 10 a man and woman came in and asked for the hospital in our town. I looked at them and the guy was a very handsome older gentleman and the lady was a very distinguished lady. The man had a string thing around his neck, you know the kind that most people have keys hanging around their necks. Anyway, one of those things. At the end of it was a square nametag looking thing. I don't know what to call it but a name badge. Anyway, it was Chandy Clantons' father and assume her mother. I held my hand out to the man and told him that I was very sorry to hear about his daughter. He shook my hand and shook his head and said "thank you." Patsy helped them with what they were looking for. They were looking for their daughter and thought that she would be in the local morgue. We don't have a morgue. We have funeral homes. They went to the local funeral home and no one was there so Patsy gave them the number to the one that was in Rock Port. So they finally got reunited with their daughter, I presume. They never came back in. But it made me feel really good to have been some good to have been able to identify her father just by his name tag. Most of the time I can't remember names but today I was in prime form. Not BOASTING. I would never do that, but it still made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanted all of you to know that I made it through day alive and somewhat unnerved. Or nerved. I was talking to my Baby about the incident and I was crying and pretty upset. I got over that somewhat. I wanted to share that with all of you. It was pretty freaky, honestly. But that is for another post. Maybe after I get myself convinced that I am not insane. My Baby doesn't think I am, but oh man, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight all. I will talk to you tomorrow and let you know what I was talking about. Just don't laugh at me when I do. Have a goodnight all. Hold your Baby real tight. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-4419433658664413711?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4419433658664413711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4419433658664413711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4419433658664413711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4419433658664413711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more-day-over-with.html' title='One More Day Over With...'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7188926836317172066</id><published>2009-07-10T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:07:08.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Afternoon That I won't soon forget.....</title><content type='html'>This weekend they are having an air show in Tarkio. A couple of pilots came in that were with the military. They had uniforms on. This afternoon, I went out and had a break about 2:30 or so. I could hear some of the planes. When I got back in, about 15 minutes or so. A guy came in and said that "there was something going on out there at the airport. People were going crazy. Running around and just acting crazy." We soon found out that there was a plane crash. A lady came in and said that "they called lifeflight in, but cancelled it. So everything must be alright." I looked at her and said "OK." The lady behind her said (after the lady was out the door) "That no it wasn't alright." She was working at the nursing home where Bill's dad lives and she saw what happened. Apparently, a plane was doing some loopty loops and went straight up and came straight down. No noise, nothing. It hit hard and alot of dirt. No fire explosion. Just dirt flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later we found out it was a young lady in her 20's or so. Tonight I was looking at &lt;a href="http://www.kmaland.com/"&gt;http://www.kmaland.com/&lt;/a&gt; and they had on there news section that it was a young mother at the age of 35 who was flying the plane. Her name was Chandy Clanton. She has a website as well, &lt;a href="http://www.chandyclanton.com/"&gt;www.chandyclanton.com&lt;/a&gt;  very pretty VERY YOUNG. But a christian. SO I am kind of rejoicing but also very sad for her father and sons. There are some pictures of her on her site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are still having the airshow tomorrow. I guess the "show must go on." I couldn't, but I guess it isn't me. I have to work. Even if I didn't I still wouldn't go. They scare me just to watch. Honestly, I think that it is going on way too close to the town. The only thing between the town and the airport is a little creek and about a quarter of a mile. She went down between the airport road and the creek. Right in the bean field. Apparently, belly-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby was blogging and read a really good post from our friend Jan. He said that I needed to read it. It helped me alot. I needed to laugh. Thank you, Jan. ;) Yes, Jan we love to hear your embarrassing moments. My Baby tells me that I am warped. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for tonight I am going to go to bed and hold my Baby real tight and pray for Chandy's family. And for a safe flights for all the pilots tomorrow. I will let you know how it goes. I will probably hear if anything happens like that again. I pray that it doesn't. I hope that they stay East of town. I am about a mile and a half from it. If that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all. Hold your baby real tight. The monsters stay away if you do. Sleep tight all. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7188926836317172066?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7188926836317172066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7188926836317172066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7188926836317172066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7188926836317172066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/07/afternoon-that-i-wont-soon-forget.html' title='A Afternoon That I won&apos;t soon forget.....'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-3430407837295722583</id><published>2009-07-02T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:19:29.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to dear Sarah Marie Agnew. She would have been 13 this year. A teenager. That is so scary to know. I named her after the movie Sarah Plain and Tall. I loved all of those movies. I just wanted my baby to be plain and tall. I know silly. She was born in Hebron, Ne. On this day at 4:54 p.m. weighing 8 pounds 4 ounces. We got out of the hospital at 9 the next morning. I wanted to share her with the world. I was so excited to have me a baby girl. The day after we got home we came back to Missouri to show her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August I realized that there was something wrong with her. I told my husband then, and he looked at me and told me that "I just wnated something to be wrong with my little girl." I wanted to hit him so hard. I did tell him "yea, I want my Baby to die." I took her to the doctor the next day and I told him that there was something wrong with her. "That she was loooking just like my first son." He told me "Well he is fine." I yelled at him and said "He is dead." With a little frays and frills on there. We went to Omaha not to long from that day and found out she was had Spinal Muscular Atrophy Type 1 (SMA). We put my son Allen in an iron lung when he was 5 months old and all that did was prolong the inevitable. I swore that I would not do that to any of our other children. So on December 20th of 1996 she passed away in my arms at the Children's Hospital in Omaha Ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for today I wanted to share that this is my baby girls' birthday. I love you so much and I miss you more than words could ever say. Love, mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a good night and I will talk to you tomorrow. Roxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thank you Baby for putting up with me an my stupid ways. Thank you for making supper, for loving me, for mowing our yard, for supporting me in EVERYTHING that I do, for just plain LOVING ME AS I AM. I love you with all of my heart. Love, ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-3430407837295722583?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/3430407837295722583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=3430407837295722583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3430407837295722583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3430407837295722583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1847595754044781620</id><published>2009-06-23T19:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:50:21.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAD TO DO IT!! Laugh as hard as you may!!</title><content type='html'>If you have ever used an electric fence you should read this, not intending&lt;br /&gt; to offend anyone just trying to put a smile on a few faces!     The language used is a bit smutty and/or course, but 'he tells it like it   is' without cursing.     If you don't laugh hysterically at this,...CHECK YOUR PULSE...this is   funny....and true. This was sent by a retired dentist.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months   ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire   city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and   ran a single wire along the top of the fence.     Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for   26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5   feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have   in the ground, the better the fence works.     One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel   push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew   for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the   wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.     It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.     Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand   and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the  20charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an   upside down cow on fire on the cover.     Time stood still.     The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side   of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower   ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs &amp;amp;   Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally   at one with the engine.     It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were   fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.     Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to   differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3   different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of   bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back   and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there   were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was   like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.     At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto   the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't   let go. I grew up on a farm so20I know all about electric fences ... but   Dad always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or   whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.     This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now   accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom   soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and   take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.     'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!     Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a   loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in   it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God   please die ... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough   lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI   motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot.     So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing   in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that   day ... he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery   my own stupidity had created.     I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ...   I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me,   out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.     There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then   another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the   ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in   the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.     Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:    &lt;br /&gt;1- Three of my teeth seem to have melted.   &lt;br /&gt;2- I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek   (not the left, just the right).    &lt;br /&gt;3- Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as   you might think.    &lt;br /&gt;4- My left eye will not open.    &lt;br /&gt;5- My right eye will not close.    &lt;br /&gt;6- The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little   session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was   better than new after that.    &lt;br /&gt;7- My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot   long.    &lt;br /&gt;8- I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the   number 4 (still don't understand this???).    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I   appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make   sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.     The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I   can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT   gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to   triple check before I mow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I offended anyone by this but I am still laughing my arse off on this. I can actually see the poor guy. Have a good night all. 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Laugh as hard as you may!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5006105709548811708</id><published>2009-06-15T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:34:42.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG WONDERFUL WEEKEND!!</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to have had a 4 day weekend but OH NO, I had to work Friday. It actually made us both mad. They had me call them thursday night and one of the new girls they hired a week or so ago ended up just quitting. I hate it when they do that. So since there was me or another woman that could work they called me. So I had to work 11-4. When we got there, Patsy was actually a HUGE B****!! The first thing out of her mouth was "Why didn't you call Bernie (the other lady) that way she didn't waste a vacation day." Than she was telling us why the other lady quit, mostly. Not the real reason. She did say that it was OK that she quit, she was fine with it. I wanted to smack her. Then after my Baby left, she came up to me and said "that I know you are doing me a favor, but you really need to have a shirt on that has a collar." And see before my Baby left I told her that she needed to redo my vacation days so I still have 40 hours. She tells me "I don't have to do anything." So when she told me that I swear someone had their hand over my mouth because I wanted to say "I don't have to do anything." It pissed me off and made my Baby off really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this weekend we haven't done anything at all. Sunday I did laundry. I didn't have to do all of them because my Baby did a couple of loads on Thursday. (thank you Baby) So today and Saturday I haven't done much of anything. Today we went to Tarkio and my Baby filled out an application to be the custodian for the Methodist Church in Tarkio. He used to clean the Baptist and Methodist Churches here in Fairfax. He also cleaned the post offices in Tarkio and Fairfax. So hopefully he gets the job. They are actually pretty excited about it. He would rather do that than build grain bins for Alva. He has yet to hear from him on work. Alva came by Thursday and My Baby called him back on building the bin roofs. But, he hasn't been back by since. So I maybe driving myself to work tomorrow. I hope not. I love to have that extra time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I am getting off of here and getting busy doing something. Have a goodnight all. Hold your Baby real tight. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5006105709548811708?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5006105709548811708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5006105709548811708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5006105709548811708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5006105709548811708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-wonderful-weekend.html' title='A LONG WONDERFUL WEEKEND!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-9050081473503583261</id><published>2009-06-09T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:22:41.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Again...</title><content type='html'>But NOT COMPLAINING. Oh, no way wil I do that. We have had some pretty good rain but, not 30 miles away they got baseball sized hail. That is WAY TOO BIG. We don't want any of that crap. There was a video with some kids that had a sack full of those hail balls. It was insane. We had some pretty good rain, but that was all. Than, this morning before we went to Tarkio to start my 3 days of work it was thundering again. The storm didn't hit until about 9:30 or 10. It wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to talk about. I have a 4 day weekend coming up. Don't tell anyone. I don't want any visitors. I hate to say that, but I just want us here at the house. It is the big RODEO weekend up at Tarkio. YEEEHAAAA!! NOT!! I put in 3 weeks ago for the weekend off and I just about had to work Saturday. But on last Saturday the assistant manager and I were talking and she said that she would work. So we talked about it and I told her that she could have Monday and Tuesday off if she would work Saturday. So today Patsy and I was tlaking about it and she said that she wished that I could have Saturday off like I had vacation days for. I told her that the assistant and I worked it out so I have it off and she has no overtime. Patsy tells me that I need to start doing the schedule. I told her no there is no chance that I would deal with the people on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby and I was talking last night about the flea market that will be held in September (that I am taking two more vacation days off for) and we were talking about maybe me making some christmas tree ornaments for it. I don't know. They have some in the Mary Maxim catalog real cheap. There is one kit in there that is for $34.99 for 100 ornaments. There is some more in there 24 ornaments or $9.99. So they cost less than 40 cents a piece. I could sell them for a $1. or so and still make a killing. But I just don't know how many to make. You know? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qfB0WJPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JSbz2Kuldb0/s1600-h/10749sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345467626520192242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qfB0WJPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JSbz2Kuldb0/s320/10749sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qe9sjCmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9a_Z4RtMrjY/s1600-h/10748sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345467625413741154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qe9sjCmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9a_Z4RtMrjY/s320/10748sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qd1LtGbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HmpxyzZG0sE/s1600-h/6212sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345467605948635570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qd1LtGbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HmpxyzZG0sE/s320/6212sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qdvQK2EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l5tr4K-mC2o/s1600-h/2006sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345467604356749378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qdvQK2EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l5tr4K-mC2o/s320/2006sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two and the last one are the ones that just cost $9.99. The third one is the set of 100 for $34.99. BUT there are 20 of each set on that one. There is a colored one (that is showing) there is also one that is silver and one that is gold. The others have 16 to 20 or so in the kits. You have to make them they are made with beads. One year I made angels from beads for everyone in the families. They were really pretty when they got done. I just don't know if they would sell and if they do sell how many do I make to take over to the flea market? So I am the worst on myself. I don't know what to do. I know I want to make them and see. I guess what doesn't sell we can give them to everyone for Christmas. I was also thinking of selling them on Etsy with my Baby's stuff. But me I am one scared puppy to try anything like that. So anyway, that is what I am thinking about. I know that I could make them, but what toi do with them after they are made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had better get off of here and get supper going. Have a great night. I will talk to you later. Hold your Baby real tight tonight it makes things better, I promise. Goodnight all, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-9050081473503583261?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/9050081473503583261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=9050081473503583261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9050081473503583261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9050081473503583261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/06/raining-again.html' title='Raining Again...'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/Si7qfB0WJPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JSbz2Kuldb0/s72-c/10749sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-9161167450821688516</id><published>2009-06-07T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:46:14.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN</title><content type='html'>There isn't very much going on. Right now Bobby and Amber (his girlfriend) are here visiting. Bobby has been here about everyday all week long. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby and I were talking last night about how time flies. It is amazing. I can't  believe that I missed the whole month of May. I am so sorry to each and everyone. I will try to stop playing Pogo and get to blogging alot more. That is what I have been doing is playing Pogo.com. It is so much fun. That and working ALOT. My paycheck Friday I had 1 and a half hours overtime. The assistant manager went on vacation on that pay period. So that was really nice. Too bad that they have to take taxes out or we would be sitting really good. But of course, Uncle Obama, has to have his cut. My boss and I was talking Friday when we got paid and she said "wouldn't it be nice to have a year tax free." I was like "hell, yeah." But of course reality hit and we got jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really worried earlier. There was a tornado warning in Mound City and Grandma and Grandpa went down there to go to McDonalds' and so for about an hour and a half we were very worried. They are home now. They said that they just got rain, but right after they were home there was a tornado just south of there. I talked to my folks, they live down there and mom said that they had some large hail. Their neighbor's son was in Oregon and his car got BAD hail damage. They said that there was softball sized hail. That is way too big. We just had some nice rain, it didn't last very long at all. I am so glad that everyone was alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much else going on so I will let you go for now. All of you have a good night and let your Baby hold you real tight. In those arms the storm will not hurt you. Goodnight all. Thank you Jan for commenting on my blog and thank you Baby for encouraging me to continue on with my blog. Have a good night.  Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-9161167450821688516?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/9161167450821688516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=9161167450821688516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9161167450821688516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9161167450821688516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-believe-how-long-it-has-been.html' title='I CAN&apos;T BELIEVE HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4900383756037728427</id><published>2009-04-26T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:20:07.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to MUUUUCCCHHH!! LOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7KlGooAShV4&amp;hl=en&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/7KlGooAShV4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-4900383756037728427?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4900383756037728427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4900383756037728427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4900383756037728427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4900383756037728427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-to-muuuuccchhh-lol.html' title='Talk to MUUUUCCCHHH!! LOL!!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-3228647511634859906</id><published>2009-04-26T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:11:53.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The News That Is News At Fairfax!!</title><content type='html'>Lol!! Not Cornfield County, sorry. But we do have cornfields around here. Anyway, on with the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining here. Has been for about an hour or more. At one point we got in the car because we were in a tornado watch. You can tell by the pictures of our backyard there is nothing south of here but fields and no trees. So since tornadoes go from the south to the north we are kind of scared to be in the trailer. We had a good "frog-strangler" as my Baby calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby came by with his father today when they were picking up Trey. Yes, Trey Daniel spent the night. I was so excited. It was the first time since January. So anyway, he was saying that he danced with Amanda all night.. He left after Prom to go to his girlfriends' house. He said it was getting to close for him. After prom they have an After Prom thing. Where they lock the kids in someplace so they can't get out and get drunk. When I was in school we had the first year of after prom thing. We got locked up in the Legion building. We had a casino night. When I was a senior we got locked up in the YMCA down in St. Joe. That was kind of cool, except that I started and I couldn't go swimming. It is a lot different now. One year the kids got locked up in the movie theater and one year they got locked in the bowling alley. This year they got locked up in the new gym at the school. I couldn't believe that they got locked up at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby just about passed out yesterday when we went up to the school to get pictures. He said that he would have had a fit if his mom would have came to the school where they were having the prom. And then Bobby didn't bring his date to the dance or bring his date a coursage. She brought it to him. They were supposed to have met down at the carwash so he could ride the limo to the school. I think they still got to ride it after the pictures were taken, but I don't know for sure. The picture of the guy with the horse and carriage was the man that I used to babysit for whne I was a kid. His name is John Zeliff. He lives outside of town about 2 miles north of where I grew up. I babysat for his oldest daughter (who is Elizabeths' age), her name is Lauren. When she was a baby she had something wrong with her heart and she was on a heart monitor. I remember sitting in the rocking chair holding her when she was asleep, and then I would hurry up and hook her up to the monitor. She was born in 1986. So I was 15 when I started babysitting for them. I babysat for them until she was 3 or 4. And then I got to babysit again for them when Bobby and their daughter Leslie were 2. I stopped when Leslie just kept biting Bobby. She bit him hard quite a few times. I would sit her in timeout and everything.  She wouldn't stop for anything. So one day I bit her back. I just got so sick and tired of it. I thought if she thinks that my son is a chew toy she is going to find out what it feels like. Her momma didn't like it when she called me up and asked me and I told her "yes, I bit her." She informed me "that they didn't need me anymore." I told her "good, I am tired of her chewing on my son." And I hung up on her. It kind of bothered me that she would get mad at me. I actually babysat for them quite a awhile. When I took that picture of John on that carriage, he just waved real big to me. It made me feel real good. I had known John forever. His dad gave my brother, Doug, a dog. It was a rat terrior, we named him Bozo. Don't ask me why, but that was what he called him. So I had known them for a loooonnnnnngggg time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I got to chasing rabbits. I do that alot. My Baby was singing that song about "Talking to much." I guess I do now that I look back on it. Sorry. I am going to get off of here and find that song for him. Lol!! All of you have a good night. Don't forget to hold your baby real tight tonight and the storms won't bother you as bad. Goodnight all, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-3228647511634859906?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/3228647511634859906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=3228647511634859906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3228647511634859906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3228647511634859906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/news-that-is-news-at-fairfax.html' title='The News That Is News At Fairfax!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-8463478552389785415</id><published>2009-04-25T18:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:14:34.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTTA SHARE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYHBm-BkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gsf-QELP9OY/s1600-h/bobby+prom+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770030567818818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYHBm-BkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gsf-QELP9OY/s320/bobby+prom+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYG2fd72I/AAAAAAAAAJY/BuA0qwuKCO8/s1600-h/bobby+prom+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770027583565666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYG2fd72I/AAAAAAAAAJY/BuA0qwuKCO8/s320/bobby+prom+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYG3c7z6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/esbRW2q7rzM/s1600-h/bobby+prom+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770027841376162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYG3c7z6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/esbRW2q7rzM/s320/bobby+prom+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYGgZoIAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7iN1bL-1IEk/s1600-h/bobby+prom+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770021653487618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYGgZoIAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7iN1bL-1IEk/s320/bobby+prom+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYGjAmFEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-3wwyJziif8/s1600-h/bobby+prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770022353802306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYGjAmFEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-3wwyJziif8/s320/bobby+prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our son, Bobby. Isn't he so HANDSOME!! I am very biased when it comes to our kids. So tonight is his prom. He went with a girl named Amanda Yocum. They call it a "safe date". They aren't dating or anything. I think that it is so cool. He is supposed to be riding in a lemo, and the carriage is to take the dates to the prom. Right now, it is raining, so they will have to wait on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is the exciting thing going on in our little part of the world. It was so great. I will talk more in a little bit. Just wanted to share this with you right now.  Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-8463478552389785415?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/8463478552389785415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=8463478552389785415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8463478552389785415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8463478552389785415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-share.html' title='GOTTA SHARE!!!!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SfOYHBm-BkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gsf-QELP9OY/s72-c/bobby+prom+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5300776589825840436</id><published>2009-04-14T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:11:49.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't EVER Do This!!</title><content type='html'>Bear with my folks. I don't ever get on the kick of politcis. One, because I don't know much about it. And two, it just doesn't interest me. BUT!! (and there is always a but, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Missouri has delayed tax refunds and quietly borrowed $325 million from its cash reserves in order to pay employees, public schools, hospitals and other bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If officials had not acted to keep the state afloat, Missouri would have been $100 million in the hole at the start of April, according to state financial documents obtained by The Associated Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gov. Jay Nixon's director of budget and planning confirmed Monday that the delay in tax refunds and the borrowed money both were necessary for cash flow purposes. Those actions come on top of about $180 million in spending cuts previously made by Nixon's administration to keep the budget in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other states, including Kansas, California and North Carolina, also have delayed tax refund checks this year because of cash-flow concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Nixon's administration never publicized it, Missouri borrowed $175 million from its reserves in February and an additional $150 million in March, according to an April 2 cash flow analysis by Nixon's Office of Administration labeled as an internal draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missouri began its 2009 fiscal year last July with $557 million in its budget reserve fund. The state constitution allows money to be withdrawn from reserves for cash-flow purposes so long as it is repaid with interest before May 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such short-term borrowing is not unusual. The state has tapped reserves in six of the past seven years. But last year's borrowing, for example, simply built up the state's bank account balance rather than keeping Missouri's general revenue fund from hitting zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The financial documents show Missouri paid out about $81 million less in tax refunds from January through March than it did in the same quarter last year. A separate Department of Revenue document, also obtained by the AP, shows that individual income tax refunds accounted for about $65 million of that reduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenue Department spokesman Ted Farnen acknowledged Monday that cash-flow concerns are one reason that tax refund checks are being delayed. He said the agency gets updates about once a week from Nixon's budget office detailing how much money is available to be refunded to taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there were refunds that was ready to go and we didn't have the money for a certain time period then, yes, we would have to hold that refund until we got the money," Farnen said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that FOOLISH, folks. I am sure that I am wrong on this. But, here is my opinion. If they didn't give money to every Tom, Dick, and Harriet. Okay, there are plenty of people in this town that get Disability for being FREAKING LAZY!! Seriously, they don't ever do anything, have never done anything, and will NEVER DO ANYTHING!! I understand being disabled, but these folks are NOT. They are depressed, bi-polar, or just fat and lazy. Literally, fat. There was this lady in this town that gets a "fat-check" as she herself calls it. Now, folks, there are plenty of people who deserve it and yes should have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the food stamp program. Don't even get me started, as my Baby says. There was this couple, she worked at the nursing home in a nearby town and her husband gets HIGH all of the time. He will admit that he does. She came in to Caseys' and got some food (mostly sodas and a salad) with FOOD STAMPS!! I looked (and I know I am not supposed to, just curious) and after she got it I looked at the remaining balance and she still had $400.00 left. THAT IS FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS!! My Baby's wife left him with 2 kids and they wouldn't -WOULD NOT- give him a dime. The FREAK up the street- who lived in a SHACK- had a BRAND NEW HOUSE ACROSS the Street, which her dad willed her money and they moved that in 10-12 years ago- lived in a one bedroom shack that my Baby wouldn't use for a woodshop- they get foodstamps and DISABILITY- for being freaking LAZY. She works at the hospital and he has never worked a day in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another right across the street, her name is Sara, her daddy was in prison for molesting her cousin and for having meth. Once he even blew up the house they were living in in Tarkio with a meth lab, and the town gave the poor FREAKS money and clothes. He FLUNKED SCIENCE (not even kidding) when he was in school. BUT we're smart enough for a meth lab. YOU BET!! Anyway, so she lives with her grandma, who works at the hospital, and since her grandpa was lazy and wouldn't have bypass surgery, they get DISABILITY and FOOD STAMPS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for going off folks. I know that I have no right to pass judgment on anyone. But if the state of Missouri is holding -HOLDING- working class fools (like us) refund for whenever THEY want to pay us. Of course, they take it out of our paycheck right away. But we have to wait until they get off of their arse to give it back. I HAVE A HUGE PROBLEM WITH THAT. I am sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is probably why I don't get into politics. IT REALLY UPSETS ME, can you tell?! Sorry folks. I had to do it. Have a great night and I am getting off of here. I am going to go to bed real soon. I GUESS I AM A LITTLE CRANKY PANTS!! Sorry again. Have a good night all. Thank you for letting me rant. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5300776589825840436?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5300776589825840436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5300776589825840436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5300776589825840436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5300776589825840436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-ever-do-this.html' title='I Don&apos;t EVER Do This!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2349233778145655220</id><published>2009-04-13T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:49:35.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Lazy Day today!</title><content type='html'>In the last three days- they flew right by. Saturday we got the laundry all done. Yesterday, being Easter, we just relaxed. Actually we took a 2-3 hour nap. I fixed my Baby the Easter meal. We had Ham, deviled eggs, and potato salad. Not much, but for us a feast. I also finished up my Whimsy Ball that I made for a co-workers daughters baby shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I fixed my Baby's jeans. Got a pair of them hemed up for him. I am pretty proud of myself. I got everything accomplished that I wanted to on this wonderful three days off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I got to spend three glorious days with my Baby. I absolutely do NOT want to go back to work tomorrow. I know I should be happy that I have a job, but I LOVE BEING HOME WITH MY BABY!! We can relax and just sit around and enjoy each other's company. We NEVER EVER fight. Once a month, on one day (only until I take Ibuprofin) I go off like a titan missle. I know when I need to take the medicine. And it goes away. That is the only time. We have been together for 3 years and 7 months. And have only had a spat three times. They were at the first before I knew to take the Ibuprofin. So now we don't. All three times it was my fault, and I am so SO SORRY, Baby. I love you with all of my heart. Thank you for spending all this time with me. I have had the most wonderful days with you, we haven't done this for quite awhile. Thank you. I am so proud of you for working as hard as you have lately. I am very proud of you. Keep up the great work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night all. Let your Baby hold you real tight. I know I am. Maybe he will make the night go REAAAALLLLY SLLOOOOWWW so I won't have to go to work that soon. Good night all. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2349233778145655220?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2349233778145655220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2349233778145655220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2349233778145655220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2349233778145655220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-lazy-day-today.html' title='Very Lazy Day today!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-9186098003056033100</id><published>2009-04-12T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:24:07.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!!</title><content type='html'>I once read on a Baptist Church announcement board that is out by the highway and it said "The devil is not afraid of a Bible with dust on it." I am so glad that mine is in a zippered up Bible carrying case. So it doesn't get dust on it. ;) LOL!! I got in it the other day when my Baby asked me what the shortest verse was. Do you know? It is (of course I have to look it up) John 11:35 "Jesus wept." As I was looking at my Bible there were a couple of things in there that I would love to share with all of you. In time I will share all of it. But today I am going to give all of you the emergency numbers, you can copy if you want. They will help you when you are in need or troubled. My Baby gave it to me when my son, Bobby, was in a hospital of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMERGENCY PHONE NUMBERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in sorrow- call John 14&lt;br /&gt;When men fail you- call Psalm 27&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be fruitful-call John 15&lt;br /&gt;When you have sinned- call Psalm 51&lt;br /&gt;When you worry- call Matthew 6:19-34&lt;br /&gt;Whe you are in danger- call Psalm 91&lt;br /&gt;When God seems far away- call Psalm 139&lt;br /&gt;When your faith needs stirring- call Hebrews 11&lt;br /&gt;When you are lonely and fearful- call Psalm 23&lt;br /&gt;When you grow bitter and critical- call I Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;For Paul's secret to happiness- call Colossians 3:12-17&lt;br /&gt;for understanding of Christianity- call II Corinthians 5:15-19&lt;br /&gt;when you feel down and out- call Romans 8:31&lt;br /&gt;When you want peace and rest- call Matthew 11:25-30&lt;br /&gt;When the world seems biggger than God- call Psalm 90&lt;br /&gt;When you want Christian assurance- call Romans 8:1-30&lt;br /&gt;When you leave home for labor or travel- call Psalm 121&lt;br /&gt;When you prayers grow narrow or selfish- call Psalm 67&lt;br /&gt;For a greater invention/opportunity- call Isaiah 55&lt;br /&gt;When you want courage for a task- call Joshua 1&lt;br /&gt;For how to get along with fellow men- call Romans 12&lt;br /&gt;When you think of investments and returns- call Mark 10&lt;br /&gt;If you are depressed- call Psalm 27&lt;br /&gt;If your pocketbook is empty- call Psalm 37&lt;br /&gt;If you are losing confidence in people- call I Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;If people seem unkind- call John 15&lt;br /&gt;If discouraged about your work- call Psalm 126&lt;br /&gt;If you find the world growing samll and yourself great- call Psalm 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALTERNATIVE NUMBERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dealing with fear- call Psalm 34:7&lt;br /&gt;for security- call Psalm 121:3&lt;br /&gt;Fir assurance- call Mark 8:35&lt;br /&gt;For reassurance- call Psalm 145:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Emergency numbers may be dialed direct. No operator assistance is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;*All lines to Heaven are open 24 hours a day!&lt;br /&gt;*Feed you faith, and doubt will starve to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these have helped me along the way. That, and my Baby being by my side, emotionally and physically. Thank you, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I wanted to share that with you and to say HAPPY EASTER. Please know and rejoice in that HE IS RISEN!! And thank you, Patty Wylie and welcome. I hope all of you enjoy your day. I think that it is going to rain today sometime. Which is fine with me. Yesterday I got all of the laundry done. Doesn't that feel so good? I know it doesn't take much to excite me. So for today and tomorrow there isn't too much for me to do. I love that idea!! Have a great day, enjoy your families. And if you have no family, just pray and thank God for giving us Jesus Christ Almighty. Which I do everyday. Have a great day. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-9186098003056033100?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/9186098003056033100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=9186098003056033100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9186098003056033100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9186098003056033100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-462535350956707435</id><published>2009-04-10T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:16:46.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening All!!</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a good week. I had a week anyway. BUT I get a 3 DAY WEEKEND!! WOOOHOOOO!!! Right now I am crying. I just posted a comment on My Baby's blog to his step-dad. I was telling Don some of what I know he is feeling. NOT ALL, but some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter, for me, is kind of messed up. I never knew (pre-Bill) what Easter was about. All I knew was that on March 30th, 1991 it was a Saturday, at 10:10 p.m. my son Allen Scott Agnew passed away. It was the day before Easter. So on Easter morning, we drove up from Dallas, Texas to Craig, Mo to bury my son. It was the same for Christmas. I knew that we celebrated it for the birth of Christ Almighty. I lost Sarah Marie Agnew on December 20th, 1996. I buried her on December 23rd. I told the caretaker that she WAS NOT GOING TO SPEND CHRISTMAS in the funeral home. He got her done before. I know that he had to work REALLY hard on that baby. But, with God's will he got it done. So on Christmas we woke up in Craig, and my son Bobby, opened his presents while Sarahs' were out in Nebraska unopened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Baby just told me that neither holiday is about what I always have thought. Easter is about the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. So now (pre-Bill) I still think of Allen and Sarah's Death. But we also rejoice in that knowing that Christ died for our sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation for Pre-Bill and Post-Bill. Pre-Bill was my life before my Baby, and Post-Bill is my life now. Before my Baby, I was the very woman that was not good for ANY man. I drank too much. Which I have stopped. I smoked pot. Which I have been almost 4 years clean. And I slept with the worst SKANKIEST men around. I just wanted loved. My song, pre-Bill, was "I hate my life" by George Strait. I ALWAYS told my EX (then husband) "that I would shoot myself in the head, but I didn't want him to clean it up or Bobby (my son) to see me that way." I told him that all of the time. I have this HUGE SCAR on my stomach from when they cut me open to get my gall-bladder out. They had to completely open me up because my gall-bladder was imbedded in my liver 4". When they cut it out, I was bleeding out. For an hour and a half surgery, I was in there 6 1/2 hours. They almost lost me. When the doctor was taking out the staples I looked at him and told him he should have left me alone. To me, now that I think back, and I know I was serious. They should have put me on something. I just had Trey Daniel in March, 2000 and in September, 2000 was when I had my surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I am SO GLAD TO BE ALIVE!! I have my Baby and I have a great future to look forward to with the man of my dreams. I love you with all of my heart, Baby. Thank you for taking so great of care of me. I am SO LOOKING FORWARD to being with you the next three days!!!! I am going to get off of here. Everyone have a great night. Take care and I will let you go for now. Good night all. Don't forget to let your Baby hold you real tight. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-462535350956707435?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/462535350956707435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=462535350956707435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/462535350956707435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/462535350956707435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-evening-all.html' title='Good Evening All!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4149966656588325886</id><published>2009-04-10T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:35:13.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Beautiful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_L0AXVU5Ks&amp;hl=en&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/S_L0AXVU5Ks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-4149966656588325886?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4149966656588325886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4149966656588325886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4149966656588325886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4149966656588325886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/absolutely-beautiful.html' title='Absolutely Beautiful!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1406077925422874216</id><published>2009-04-02T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:06:09.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a DAY!!</title><content type='html'>As I told Jan earlier- it was a 'DOOZY'. Weather-wise was weird. We woke up this morning and it was kind of spitting snow. Then about noon or so it cleared off. This lady came in and said she just got back form St. Joe and they were having a blizzard. She was in a blizzard for about 35 miles and she said she got to Mound City and it started clearing up and she got another 30 miles and it was sunny. Talk about WEIRD. So this afternoon it warmed up to 54 degrees and my BABY got to till the east garden. I am so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt TERRIBLE this morning. First off we both HATE thursdays. That is the day that most of the deliveries come. And most of the time the manager won't do her job so I have to check in the deliveries. So that means with the RPO I have to scan the product and on one of the deliveries the guy is a real pain in the a**. And then to top it off Marie was there. Who is our district supervisor. She has a HUGE PROBLEM with my Baby and I kissing good-bye. There for a little while a few peoople were bitching about my Baby and I kissing. So they would tell her. One lady actually told her that "the new assistant manager and her husband were making out." MAKING OUT!! We kiss, we don't grope or do anything inappropriate, at all. I don't feel right my Baby leaves and I don't get to kiss him goodbye. I am so afraid of something happening to him before I get to see him again. My Baby told Patsy that it makes him "uncomfortable someone watching us kiss. " We both told her that neither one of us was going to stop because of our fears. We just don't do it in front of Marie. We did get to peck on the lips. But not like we usually do, and I don't like that at all. So Marie and three other workers took the bottom shield guard off of the shelves. They are going to have someone come in and strip the floors and wax them. They are going to have the floors done on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got told who the person was that stole. There was a girl that told me everything that she took. And it wasn't a FOUNTAIN or a PIECE OF PIZZA. Oh no she took off of the shelf. Some king size candy bars, cigarettes, and stuff like that. And supposedly she does it quite often. The sad part is: is she is very dependable (likes to take a lot of days off) but she still works when she is there. So Patsy is dragging her feet alot, I am so afraid that she will be fired along with the thief. I sincerely hope not. I really like working with her. Today she (Patsy) did tell me that I was NOT going to do donuts. She doesn't "want me to be in the kitchen because I spoil her". My Baby said "yea you do because you do her job." Well, I try. Not spoiling her, but I do alot of jobs up there. I never EVER brag on myself, but I am very proud of what Patsy said. But I also know that I sure don't want to get up before the butt-crack of dawn. Those people get up at 3:30 in the morning. I didn't even know that it comes twice a day. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jan for visiting and commenting on the new look. I thought that it needed to be Springy. I think that it does actually. We are going to go to bed and have ourselves a great night. I have to kiss my Baby the right way. And I can't wait. All of you have a great night and kiss and hold you Baby real tight. It makes the world go away, which is a really GOOD THING. So Goodnight all, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-1406077925422874216?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1406077925422874216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1406077925422874216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1406077925422874216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1406077925422874216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-day.html' title='Today was a DAY!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2689876626119967611</id><published>2009-04-01T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:37:38.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Way TOO FUNNY!! 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ENJOY!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1787479477487696393</id><published>2009-04-01T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:44:21.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Beautiful!! AMAZING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jP8CC2rKj4&amp;hl=en&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/8jP8CC2rKj4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-1787479477487696393?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1787479477487696393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1787479477487696393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1787479477487696393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1787479477487696393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/absolutely-beautiful-amazing.html' title='Absolutely Beautiful!! AMAZING!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5029126492192711823</id><published>2009-04-01T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:32:21.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL 1st OH MY GOSH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SdPmFyh7O9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K1FmFu_5KF4/s1600-h/bunny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319848571992488914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SdPmFyh7O9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K1FmFu_5KF4/s320/bunny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today started out good, except that we had to get up early. I had to be at work at 8. I know, it isn't too early, BUT for me it is. When I was at the window in the kitchen I looked out and there was this little rabbit sitting there. I HAD to take its picture. Of course it wasn't smiling, but it still was cute. ;) Apparently, on this new camera, there is a anti-shake button on it. My baby has it on, because I shake so bad. I don't know what is wrong and NO I am NOT going to the doctor, I don't want to know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we got to work and Patsy tells me that we need to make sure that we have our receipts with us when we leave, because she got told today (before I got there) that someone is taking things out without paying for it. Someone being employees. And she also said that that person is going to get fired. FIRED!! Before we had a meeting about this EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE (even Marie, the district supervisor) took things out without paying for it. Mainly like filling up our fountain drinks up before leaving. We get our fountain drinks free (the employees) and we also get 50% discount for food. So you know, it is a bad habit NOT to pay but before it did happen. So now for 2 weeks or so we have to pay for a refill or not take the cup home. Which that is what I do, not take any home. So I don't know who she is talking about, but it is kinda stressful right now. I have this HUGE problem with a guilty-conscience. HUGE!! I have always had it even when I was little. So I have been pretty bad today and it has been a VERY LONG day. I think there was a thing in that little information thing they give out that said they had 1400 stores. And in our store there are 18 employees, 10 or so are full-time. So what I think is that, you know, I understand that there needs to be a stopping point for stealing. But with 1400 times 20 employees that would be right around 2800 people. And I am sure that there are more because most stores are a whole lot bigger than ours. And yes the stealing needs to stop but give the employee (especially one that is always at work and sorks hard) give that employee a warning. Say to them " I know that you screwed up, but we are watching you and if you do it again we will fire you." Not walk in to work and all of a sudden say "You're fired." Hand you your pink-slip and out you go. My Baby says that it is a scare tactic and that he doesn't scare easy. Oh, but I do. If I didn't have deoderant on I would have been sweating bullets and really stinking. I am not doing well with this. SEE, I told you I have a guilty conscience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to other things. I am making a chocolate cake today. I didn't get to make Trey one for his birthday so we are making one today for us. I love birthdays. They are my favorite. Mainly because of the cake, but because we lived an extra year. I think they are great. So that is what I am doing. Besides ranting. Thank you for telling me that others do it too, Jan. That really made me feel better. I don't have to much political thoughts or religious thoughts. Mainly what I have to deal with eveeryday and the people. Which either one isn't all that great to talk about. But, I am getting off of here for now. You all have a great night and hold your Baby real tight. It always makes me feel so much better. Good night all, Roxi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5029126492192711823?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5029126492192711823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5029126492192711823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5029126492192711823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5029126492192711823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-1st-oh-my-gosh.html' title='APRIL 1st OH MY GOSH!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SdPmFyh7O9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K1FmFu_5KF4/s72-c/bunny3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-679284239918181164</id><published>2009-03-30T18:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:34:23.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it has been so long!!</title><content type='html'>We have been busy the last two days. Yesterday my Baby (whom I am so proud of) painted while I made some banana bread without nuts, cause my Baby don't like them. ;) And when I got that done I played on the computer all day. So I guess yesterday wasn't too productive for me. But today we went to Tarkio and did ALL the laundry. It feels so good to have it all done. We went to the laundry mat. It is called "Soaksem Clean". I swear that is what it is called. There was a note from an older lady on one of the dryers griping about the heat on the dryers. My Baby and I was out in the car and&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SdFcUuxoQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/CbdBFUmzStE/s1600-h/whimsy+ball+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319134146124596162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SdFcUuxoQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/CbdBFUmzStE/s320/whimsy+ball+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my Baby said what it is called and I said without missing a beat I said "well it don't say Dryem dry." My Baby just sat and chuckled. It was funny. While we were up there I finished my Victorian Whimsy Ball. I won't say where it is going yet but I will tell you in a couple of days. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Allen Scott's anniversary. He was my oldest son. He passed away when he was 8-months-old. The year that he passed it was the day before Easter. So at 10:10 p.m. tonight it will be exactly 18 years. As they have always told me that it does get a little easier. But I will tell you that before my Baby I was very resentful, with God, with my husband (at the time), my family, and everything. The day that he passed the Easter Bunny came by and took a picture with Allen. Of course, that and more pictures are at my exes. But that day my ex and his brother went fishing. Can you imagine? No neither could I. My sister-in-law, at the time, her name was Fran, and I went to the Childrens' Hospital in Dallas because the doctor was supposed to do chest x-rays of Allen and see if his lungs were collapsed. They were the day before. But after the doctor looked they were alright. At 9:00 p.m. he started letting the Iron Lung breathe for him. And to me that is what I call SUFFERING. And I have always said that the one's I love will NEVER EVER suffer. So I told Fran and the nurses' that I was going to take him out and hold him. Well Fran wanted to have her husband there. And of course the doctor told me that his father had to be there as well. I informed ALL OF THEM that I didn't care where he was and he hadn't been there the whole three months Allen was in the Hospital and he didn't have to be there then. They finally got ahold of them both and they got there at 10:00. The doctor told me that it could take a couple of hours or a couple of days. It took 10 minutes!! I held him, Fran held, and then her husband held him. Everyone was crying, except of course my husband. He wouldn't cry in front of anyone, except his poor mama. Anyway, so today, is the day. And before my Baby, I was VERY RESENTFUL!! I wouldn't know why, but I am not now. I still can't stand the man that I had children with. But, I do love my kids. Of course, my living kids haven't been over to see us since the middle of January. We seen them on Trey's birthday (March 15th) for about 5 minutes or less. Oh well, as I have come to think of it, God took two of my babies and the devil took the other two. I know in my heart that they will come around but I am hoping that I am not too resentful to them. But I know me and I have always said don't make me mad, because I will be mad at you forever. But with my baby's help and God's will I am pretty sure that I will forgive them. But it is going to be really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so sorry for blabbering and for being so long blogging. I don't know which one more. But I will try to blog more often. Most of the time I am sure it won't be anything but griping about work. But I will try. I hope that you have a great night and thank you for letting me vent. After reading this, I guess I am still resentful, BUT not as bad as I was. Anyway, have a great night and let your Baby hold you real tight. Good night all. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-679284239918181164?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/679284239918181164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=679284239918181164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/679284239918181164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/679284239918181164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-believe-it-has-been-so-long.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it has been so long!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SdFcUuxoQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/CbdBFUmzStE/s72-c/whimsy+ball+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-6677258267569560485</id><published>2009-03-21T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:36:47.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Spring (A Day Late)</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how long it has been since I have last posted. I am sorry. I have worked long and hard this week. Last week was the same. The other day at work there was a newsletter that Casey's gives to its workers. It talks about everything about Casey's. The people and what they are doing. One of the little articles in it was from little kids and what they think of marriage. Here is a little excerpt from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a stranger tell if two people are married? You might have to guess based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. Derrick, age 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it okay to kiss someone? The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that. Curt, age 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would the world be different if people didn't get married? There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there? Kelvin, age 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And : How would you make a marriage work? Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck. Ricky, age 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more, but personally those were my favorite. Expecially Kelvin's. I don't know who the kids are, but I just love to hear what they have to say about important things. I really liked that show "Kids say the darndest things." Or whatever it was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am REALLY ENJOYING this weather. Today was wonderful. I wanted to SMACK everyone who came in and said "It's so beautiful out there, too bad you are in here." I wanted to hit them and say I woulnd't have to be if you were out there enjoying it INSTEAD of being in here bothering me. But OH NOOOOO not me, I have to be nice and SMILE and SAY HAVE A NICE DAY. A girl up there says to tell them, "Have a nice day, somewhere else." She is in the kitchen, not out front. That is probably why, hmmmmmm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my BABY did the laundry today, cleaned Michaels' room, got Michaels' haircut, and hung the laundry out and brought it in and put them up. He has worked VERY HARD this past week. Thank you very much, Baby.  We are hopefully going to bed and I am going to show him how much he means to me. You all have a great night, and I will talk to you tomorrow. Hold your Baby real tight and tell them what they mean to you. Goodnight all. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-6677258267569560485?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/6677258267569560485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=6677258267569560485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6677258267569560485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6677258267569560485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-spring-day-late.html' title='Happy Spring (A Day Late)'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4570446067662421469</id><published>2009-03-07T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:10:13.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking!! It happens alot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SbL0g4mUq6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dr6T1cb9OOg/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310575756409351074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SbL0g4mUq6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dr6T1cb9OOg/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My photo album has a WHOLE LOT of pictures of the sky, my kittens (when I was little), and things like that. This picture was of the sunset the other night. I just ABSOLUTELY love it. All the pretty colors and everything. Just beautiful, if I do say so myself. I love the way the streaks were captured. I remember as a teen that I had a camera and in the Spring I would take pictures of the little calves that were running around. Oh, they were so cute. There was a whole box of pictures and when my mom and dad moved my dad thought that it was trash and took it over to where we dumped our trash and the last load he took over he set the whole thing on fire. So I guess, those are toast. Yesterday when my Baby was taking me to work there was a flock of geese right beside the road and then there was a Robin that (no kidding) had some streaks of white on it. Oh my GOSH it was so beautiful, and of COURSE NO CAMERA. So we missed that one. My ex has a WHOLE LOT of pictures that I took at the zoo. I ended up taking about 4 rolls of film when we went up one time. That was just through half of the zoo. I love taking pictures. I don't like to be on the other side of the camera. I don't like the way I look. I never have, sorry Baby. For some reason he likes the way I look. I don't know why. But, anyway, to each his own. But I LOVE the way he looks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda, Bill's sister is on her way up here. She is bringing some things up from his step-dads' and his mom's. I left work early today. Actually, I was going to get off at noon, but since his stepdad isn't coming up then I just got off at 2. She still isn't here yet. She is bringing up 2 of her 3 sons. Nathan and Donald. The other son's name is Ricky he lives down in Arkansas. I have met Nathan a couple of times. I actually knew Donald, didn't know that he was Bill's nephew until we got together. And Ricky I have only met once. I am going to get some pictures to share with you while they are here. We are going to try to go down in April or sometime. I hope, that is. I was thinking the other day that I was going to take off a Saturday, so that way I have a 3 day weekend. I was thinking that April 11th would be a good weekend to take it off. I can't the weekend before because of a softball tournament and the weekend after is a UFC fight. Some freaks in Tarkio actually got up a UFC fight club. You will NOT believe the freaks that go and watch it. Last time they had one, it was crazy busy. I hate those days. For a recession, they spend a whole lot of money on STUPID THINGS. The tickets are running $25 (the last one was anyway) and then they sold beer at the thing at $5 or $7 a pop. So they can't tell me that everyone is just SO POOOOORRRRRR. And then the freaks come in and buy a banana for 84 cents a PIECE. But gripe when hamburger is $2.34 a pound. Or come in and buy lottery tickets to scratch and gripe about the groceries. Makes since right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off your soapbox Roxi!! I was thinking about making some whimsie balls for a couple of ladies at work for their grandbabies. They are so cool to make. I will have to take a picture of it. I can't really describe them. Bill's grandma gave me the instructions to make them. So I was thinking of making them. They are really cute and REALLY EASY!! Two things I really look for when doing anything. ;) I was also thinking that I want to make some hot rolls this weekend also. I love making those. They are SOOOOO GOOOOOD, if I do say so. The last rolls just really melted in your mouth. So it really sounds good to me. I actually think that Chicken and Noodles and hot rolls sound really good for supper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I am getting off of here and getting ready for supper. Have a great night and we will talk to you later. Thank you Jan for your comment. Have a goodnight.  Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-4570446067662421469?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4570446067662421469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4570446067662421469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4570446067662421469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4570446067662421469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-thinking-it-happens-alot.html' title='Just thinking!! It happens alot!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SbL0g4mUq6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dr6T1cb9OOg/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-26771902799036735</id><published>2009-03-02T12:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:06:52.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It has Been a LONG TIME!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I just laid around and finished embroidering one of my Baby's towels. I still have 5 more. I am working on one more right now that has a pheasant on it. The one that I just finished up had 2 different pictures on it. One was of a fish jumping out of water. And the other had a fish on a sign that said "Fishing... to lake". I just got done washing it. It turned out really well, if I do say so myself. His mom got them for me for Christmas in 2007. I really feel bad that I didn't get them done before, but late then never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT going to talk about work today. I am off, and that is all I am going to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my Baby that my job wouldn't take over my life. But UNFORTUNATELY it did. I am sorry, Baby. I never meant for it to happen. You are still number ONE in my life. And you ALWAYS WILL BE!!! Please believe me. PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby got a new picture last week. It is so beautiful. It has a buck and doe along a pond with a cabin behind them. The guy who made it sold it to him for $20. He made the frame that it is in. I think they are made of barn boards. It matches the other pictures we have on the walls. The other big pictures we have on the walls are both that I painted. They are the paint-by-number kind. One has two wolves on it. One is howling with a full moon shining. That one has a frame that a friend of my Baby's made for him. His name was Dale Wennihan. It is really pretty with the frame. Shortly after he made him the frame Dale passed away. The other one is of a fishing cabin looking out the window at the stream. It has a fish hanging on the wall above the window, with a fly fishing rod, and a net. It is really pretty. That one I made the frame. It isn't as good as the other frames. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I loved making it for him. If I remember right I made that one for his birthday and the wolf one for Christmas one year. I really like making things for my Baby, because he appreciates them so much. I also made him a lap quilt with a cabin in the middle, surrounded by a duck, deer, bears, fish, moose, and a wolf. I hand sewn that with a back fabric with deer, raccoons, and trees on it. It is really pretty. I made Gabriel one for when he was born. If I remember right it has a bear on it. I don't really remember, it has been a while since I seen it. So as you can tell, I like to sew, embroider and just spend time with my Baby, and do other things OTHER THAN WORK AT CASEY'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get off of here and work some more on my Baby's towels. Have a good day. Hopefully, I will get on here with pictures for you later. Take care and have a good night if not. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-26771902799036735?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/26771902799036735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=26771902799036735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/26771902799036735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/26771902799036735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-long-time.html' title='It has Been a LONG TIME!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7592961487717615667</id><published>2009-02-25T18:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:15:57.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been busy today!!</title><content type='html'>We got to work today and right away Patsy couldn't figure out how to use the new RPO. I have no clue what it stands for, but it is a HUGE PAIN IN THE A**!! We have to use it for the deliveries when they come in. It is also used for Patsy to do the DAX order, which comes from corporate headquarters, mostly it consists of cigarettes that will be here Friday and the juices.  She had it all froze up. So I got to work with that thing first thing this morning. I got it to work. Then when Budweiser came in I was putting it in the RPO and Patsy got back from the bank and finished it. I had to hold her hand while she was doing it. It honestly isn't any different than the old one. But, it is a change and a computer. Patsy doesn't do well with either one. But in her defense she had no clue what she was doing. They brought it in last night at about 7:30 and we were both gone, and the assistant manager went home early. Wasn't that nice?! They said that she was going to be trained. I guess that is what I did. I have no clue what I was doing, but for today it worked. Yesterday when I got to work, the CO2 was empty, the papertowels in the women's bathroom was empty, and the cigarettes needed brought up from the backroom. It is so surprising that NO ONE can do that all WEEKEND but when I get there on TUESDAY, I have to do it. I am used to it, that is my ritual is cigs. on Tuesday. It is so crazy thta they rely on me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after I got the RPO fixed, Patsy went outside to relax and smoke, Bill went out there to have one too, and Patsy said "She has no clue what she would do without me." My response before would be, she better figure it out, but I guess I am stuck there. It is a job, and I also found out yesterday that out of 5 or 6 evaluations, mine was the only one approved. NOT EVEN LYING!! How cool is that?? So I should have a raise this week, but we will find out Friday. Last week my Baby got a checking account open. I couldn't put my name on it because I don't have a valid I.D. we filled the paperwork out to get direct deposit, Payroll called yesterday and they said that she was going to try and send my paycheck to the bank, but she didn't know if they would deposit it or not. I hope so. That way we will have it on Friday morning, and not have to wait until it gets mailed. So next week we have to go to Rock Port and get me a valid I.D. Woohooo!! But I am NOT going to be like Patsy and the assistant manager and say I don't care if the checks are at the post office, I will still call down and go get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Baby did the rest of the laundry. He hung them out to dry on the line. I love the way they smell when they are wind blown. The towels feel so rough and wonderful. Today was so warm, but tomorrow is supposed to be NASTY. I don't know if we will have rain, ice, or sleet or snow. They were talking about all of them. I wish that it would only rain, but I am not Mother Nature, that is for sure. So we will see and I will have to tell you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my Baby got Michaels' bath ready and I am going to start supper. He has done enough for today. Thank you, Baby. Thank you, Jan for commenting about my hair and the wonderful song. I enjoyed both. Have a great night. Hold your Baby real tight and rest assured that all is well within his arms. Good night all, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7592961487717615667?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7592961487717615667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7592961487717615667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7592961487717615667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7592961487717615667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-been-busy-today.html' title='I have been busy today!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7559632353990573647</id><published>2009-02-23T13:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:01:13.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Doo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SaL8nz90ALI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FKLbgwjpxOs/s1600-h/sweety+embroidering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306081071890432178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SaL8nz90ALI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FKLbgwjpxOs/s320/sweety+embroidering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Tarkio and stopped by Casey's to get smokes and a fountain for me. I am so hooked on them.  While we were up there talking to Patsy I said that I should go and get my haircut. There is one beauty shop open on Monday, so Patsy said yes you should because I am tired of it being in your eyes. She is so funny. I was getting tired of it also. My Baby was VERY TIRED of it as well, I shed worse than anything. I know that I need to take my Thyroid medicine. It won't stop it but it would help it. So for all those reasons we went down to see if she could do it. She said yes. So I get my hair washed. I really enjoy someone else washing my hair. It so relaxes me.  While I was getting that done my Baby went to the grocery store to get groceries and some cash. When he got back she was about done. I got quite a bit cut off. It feels so good. When we got back we stopped off at Grandma and Grandpa's and took a shower. So I am all washed up and about to go and take a nap with my Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I got up he was already doing the laundry. I told him yesterday if he would wash then I would hang them up on hangers. So that is what we did. We make a really good pair. Thank you Jan for noticing. ;) It really means alot to me for someone to notice and realize how much I love him and how much he loves me. Right now my Baby is worried that I got all "gussied up" for someone else. I didn't. I wish that he knew and wouldn't worry about someone else. But he says that now someone will notice me and take me away from him. I keep telling him that that won't ever EVER happen. I love him.  I love you, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to take a picture of me so I could show you all how short my hair is. I was embroidering him his towels that his mom had gotten me a couple of years ago for Christmas. I am so ashamed to admit that I hadn't done them before. I wanted to get an iron for the house so I could do it here. I know that Grandma had one that I could borrow, but I hadn't ironed for 20-some years. So I was very VERY nervous. So we got us one and I ironed it on Saturday afternoon and got one of the pictures done. We will have to take a picture of them after we wash them and they dry. I am sorry, honey, that I didn't get it done sooner. But I will get them done now, I promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO right now I am going to go back and lay down with my Baby and take a nap. I will talk to you all later. Have a great day. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7559632353990573647?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7559632353990573647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7559632353990573647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7559632353990573647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7559632353990573647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-doo.html' title='My New Doo!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SaL8nz90ALI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FKLbgwjpxOs/s72-c/sweety+embroidering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-627519918747381696</id><published>2009-02-19T18:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:03:39.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts!!</title><content type='html'>We got home today from work and my Baby DID THE LAUNDRY!! Very suprising. He did 4 loads. Which I know most of you use a washer and a dryer. Here is how we have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39RPPViwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zABNE8NhHkA/s%3C1600-h/laundry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304674408702774018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39RPPViwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zABNE8NhHkA/s320/laundry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39RGd64sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EaE26rmnbx0/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304674406348022466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39RGd64sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EaE26rmnbx0/s320/laundry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39QwVLSoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yf_Z9x0esUU/s1600-h/washing+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304674400405768834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39QwVLSoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yf_Z9x0esUU/s320/washing+machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks in the winter. When it is warmer we use the clothesline. I can't wait for that time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39-kpQz5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VntTOEPmUQA/s1600-h/sweety+hanging+clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304675187542773650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39-kpQz5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VntTOEPmUQA/s320/sweety+hanging+clothes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is that photo. My Baby took that one right after we moved the lines to the front of the house. We used to have them in the backyard, but now they are concreted in the ground. It is ALOT handier, and I don't get as winded taking it up and down the hill. My knees are getting really bad. Thank you, Baby for doing the laundry and the dishes so you could do the laundry. There wasn't too many just the one pan that we use to fill the washer. To empty the washer we use the bucket that is inside the washer and dump it into the sink. We did take it clear down the hall and dump it in the tub, but that was way too much work. So now we dump it in the sink. Just don't fill the bucket all the way up. So thank you, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby got a photo album that his brother sent him of pictures of his mom. There were a few of them with him and his mom. He is so gorgeous!! And don't roll your eyes, honey. ;) There is a story about that one. He and I were talking on the phone (when we were dating, sort of) and I was telling him that he was so gorgeous and he made a sound. And I told him not to roll his eyes. He said "how did you know I rolled them." ;) I just laughed and told him that I love him and I watch him a whole lot. He gets so red, especially around the mouth. Anyway, I love you, Baby. So, he is looking at it. He is so proud of it. I am awful glad that he got it. He really needed it. Thank you, Rob and Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't too much else to say. I just wanted to tell you what my wonderful Baby did for me today. I love you with all of my heart, sweety. You mean everything to me. Thank you. And to everyone else, goodnight all. Have a great night and just think of the great things that either you or someone you love has done for you or someone else and thank them from the bottom of your heart. And don't forget to hold you sweety real tight. Goodnight, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-627519918747381696?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/627519918747381696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=627519918747381696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/627519918747381696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/627519918747381696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZ39RPPViwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zABNE8NhHkA/s72-c/laundry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2061468169832408209</id><published>2009-02-18T17:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:28:11.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures To Share, Sorry!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry that it has been so long since I have posted. I am trying to do it more but most of the time there isn't too much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so cold today. It is 5:50 in the evening and the sun is still shining. Not too bright, but still shining. It is such a great sign for SPRING!! I love this time of year. I can't wait for the peonies to come up. I am trying to get my Baby to order some packets of vegies. I don't eat them, but I know he likes to garden. I love to plant and garden as well, until it gets a 100 degrees, then my happy butt stays in. I have had too many bouts with heat exhaustion. From 1994-1998 I milked cows for a farmer out in Nebraska and not only did I milk the cows, but I also moved irrigation pipe in the corn fields. I didn't do it alone, of course, but it was a long hard day. I started out at 4:30 a.m. and didn't get done until 8 that night. Milking twice that day and moving the pipe. So no I don't do the heat too well. Michael and Bill are wonderful to me, they know the signs for me to go and sit down. My face gets blotchy pink and I start breathing really funny. My ex used to make me still work, but not my Baby. He kinda gets mad at me because I don't know when to quit. I am so terrible and I want to ge tit done no matter what. So they kinda worry about me. Two years ago Michael was very worried about me. As soon as I got in the house and run cool water over my wrists and wiping my face, he really worried. So most of my time I try to NOT do that to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is after 6 right now and the sun is starting to set. It won't be too much longer and it will be 7 and just setting. There were about 12 robins in the backyard playing and pecking the ground. It won't be too long until they start getting worms. My Baby and I was talking just this morning about going fishing. I CAN'T WAIT!! I told him that I was going to take off a Saturday, not too far in the future, and take a vacation day, if I have to. But I will probably have to work that Sunday or Monday. HEAVEN FORBID I get a vacation day. I think that I have 18 hours or so. I think that I should have some sick time as well, but I haven't checked that one out yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my Baby got us a checking account finally, so we can get his money from pay-pal, and so I don't have to wait for the post office to send us our paycheck. I am getting really tired of not getting it on Friday. Payday is supposed to be Saturday, but for a really long time we were getting it on Fridays. But for the last 3 paychecks I have gotten them on Saturday. One week we didn't get it until Monday. Which really upset the apple-cart. They have a plan in place incase that ever happens. But, of course we didn't get that. They are SUPPOSED to be pay us out of the safe, and we just sign over the checks to Caseys'. But they didn't do that, they just waited. Of course, the manager, assistant manager, and a couple of other employees get their's on Friday morning (actually Thursday night at midnight) SO they don't care. Actually the assistant manager said that Saturday, when I asked her if she called the Post Office to see if they came in, she said and I quote "No, I didn't, I already got mine and it is gone, I don't care about the others'" unquote. I was actually SHOCKED. My Baby was actually MAD, I couldn't believe it. Yes, I could, but she and the manager could care a little wouldn't you think? I have heard Patsy say the same thing. Actually she said that if anyone complains about getting them on Saturday, then that is what she is going to do is hold the check until Saturday. Well, YEAH, because she already has HERS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is almost 6:30 and I am almost done complaining. I was trying not to talk about that place. It is almost sunset. Actually there isn't too much longer and the streetlights will be on. Like another minute or so. And my bath is almost done. WHOOOOHOOO!! I love taking a bath. SO have a great night, and hold your Baby real tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2061468169832408209?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2061468169832408209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2061468169832408209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2061468169832408209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2061468169832408209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-pictures-to-share-sorry.html' title='No Pictures To Share, Sorry!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2545513778821395232</id><published>2009-02-16T17:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:06:43.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZn-B_ZKhwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TcQO_Ht2Ctk/s1600-h/robins+and+starlings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZn-B_ZKhwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TcQO_Ht2Ctk/s320/robins+and+starlings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303549346355775234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZn-BvqJvwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GRft1kJ9SvM/s1600-h/patsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZn-BvqJvwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GRft1kJ9SvM/s320/patsy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303549342132059906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures I took just goofing off. The first one is of the robins and starlings. They are so BEAUTIFUL!! I love to watch the robins and listen to them. The snow sure is melting fast. Hopefully we don't get anymore for a while. Maybe we can get this rid of before we get more. Maybe all summer, HAHAHAHA!! I am NOT holding my breath on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is of my manager, Patsy. She is so much fun. I had to make her behave so I can take the picture. ;) I work with her everyday, except every other Saturday. She usually leaves at 2 or so. BUT she gets there before the butt-crack of dawn. Then everyone says that she is crabby (the customers anyway). I told them that if I got up everyday before dawn, doing books, and THEN putting up with the customers, I WOULD BE WORSE!! They don't say too much after I say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thought that I would share them with you. I will talk to you in a little while or tomorrow. Have a great day. And if I don't talk to you later, Have a great night and hold your Baby real tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2545513778821395232?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2545513778821395232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2545513778821395232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2545513778821395232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2545513778821395232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-pics.html' title='Different Pics'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZn-B_ZKhwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TcQO_Ht2Ctk/s72-c/robins+and+starlings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1574690279781414037</id><published>2009-02-16T12:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:09:09.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Poem!! Thank you Linda</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help. If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, DO NOT attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the something for God to do box. It will be addressed in MY time, NOT yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, DO NOT hold on to it. If you find yourself stuck in traffic; DON'T DESPAIR. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should your car break down, Leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; Think of the cancer patient in the chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember I AM GOD AND I WILL TAKE CARE OF THINGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After My Baby read this to me, I really REALLY got to thinking about everything that I have been whining about. I am sorry to all of you out there. This really put everything into prospective for me. Thank you, Linda. Sorry I just had to hi-jack it from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-1574690279781414037?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1574690279781414037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1574690279781414037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1574690279781414037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1574690279781414037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-poem-thank-you-linda.html' title='Beautiful Poem!! Thank you Linda'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-3370474126167300911</id><published>2009-02-14T17:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:27:01.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day!! Another Penny!! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZdY7vklocI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hW0BIUZWCSA/s1600-h/img14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZdY7vklocI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hW0BIUZWCSA/s320/img14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302804869657502146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZdY7VQZyrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/brHkq-ULh-c/s1600-h/img13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZdY7VQZyrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/brHkq-ULh-c/s320/img13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302804862593518258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZdVBHUScEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M5nWXcoWRwQ/s1600-h/image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZdVBHUScEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M5nWXcoWRwQ/s320/image002.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302800563884421186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this little picture from an email that Elizabeth sent me. I thought it was so cute. I just love angels. One of these days I will take a picture of all the angels I have. There are quite a few. Most everyone I know and love give me angels for Christmas. Mostly my mom, Elizabeth, and Abbie (a girl that I used to hang out with her mom). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other pictures are the MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS that I have ever gotten. I love them!! I love you, Baby!! Thank you, sweety!! They are simply gorgeous, just like you. I love you. ;) And Happy Valentine's Day to you out there in Bloggerland and to your significant others. And eys they are bi-colored. They are like a maroon and white striped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, if you read my Baby's blog I had to work late. Which shouldn't surprise you anymore than it does me. Come to find out the girl that I worked late for, most of it wasn't from the roads (which were slick, but cleared off by 7 pm) most of it was she was having a day. So after I found out why she didn't come to work, I was very VERY disappointed. Her husband is gone from her for a month (which is almost over) and her kids got taken away from her because of him, and she was having a stressful day. Poor thing!! (sarcasm) If you don't want to do the time, don't do the crime. But, that is me, and my fat-faced opinion. So not only do I have a CHIP on my shoulder, but a huge opinion. Sorry, folks!! But, I also know in 2 weeks when he gets out, she is either going to call in or not show up. So, woooohoooo, I get to do it all over again!! I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. NOT!! Atleast the people I work with (either too LAZY, or too STUPID!!, or just plain WEIRD!!) I know, I know everone has it everywhere they work. And I sympathize with most people, but most people don't do the MANAGER'S job, and down the chain of command on $7.25 an hour. So no, I don't sympathize, SORRY!! Not everyone is as STUPID as I am!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off my soap-box, sorry. That is about all that is going on here. I am making me a bath. Hopefully, it will get done before too long, it is kinda cold in the house. So I am going to get off of here and try to get the pans a little hotter, so it can warm up in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone and so sorry that I was whining. Have a great night all. Hold your Baby real tight and don't forget to give them a kiss and a hug for Valentine's Day and for something to do. ;) Have a great night. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-3370474126167300911?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/3370474126167300911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=3370474126167300911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3370474126167300911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3370474126167300911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day-another-penny-happy.html' title='Another Day!! Another Penny!! HAPPY VALENTINE&apos;S DAY!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZdY7vklocI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hW0BIUZWCSA/s72-c/img14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7526159416949317866</id><published>2009-02-11T19:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:43:44.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight when I got home from an exhausting day at work and very stressful day at that. I checked out a couple of blogs. One was Mishs'. She is not doing well at all. She is a very special young lady. She is going through a whole lot for someone so young. She has AML which is Acute Leukemia. I really wouldn't be able to go through all that she has gone through. My Baby says that I am stronger than I feel. I know that I am not. I have really been through a whole lot with losing my children and having the husband that I had. He was really terrible to me. So now that I have Bill, My Baby, I am very lucky. He is so wonderful to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I checked out another blog, Jan's. Hello, Jan. I am so sorry that I got on my soap-box. It was really interesting. I get kind of mad thinking that this healthcare system and welfare system is so crazy. Around here the welfare and disability system gives it to the wrong people. There is this guy up the street that gets it for being lazy. There is also this young 20-30 year old that gets it for being diabetic. He is just too lazy. His uncle (father) has half a heart, literally, and he has bone cancer.  His aunt (mother) has a colon problem and they can't get anything. But this kid is. The system is so screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. I am getting off of here and going to go to bed. It has been a really terrible day. Maybe tomorrow I can tell you all about it. Hopefully, it won't be as bad. I know right now it will be. Because no one can do their jobs. And tomorrow all the deliveries come in. Excpet the truck. It stinks so bad. So anyway, have a good night all. Hold your Baby real tight and all the preasure will go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7526159416949317866?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7526159416949317866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7526159416949317866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7526159416949317866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7526159416949317866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-evening.html' title='Good Evening!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2090267037601699230</id><published>2009-02-10T19:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:27:55.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry It has Been so Long</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Jan. I really didn't think that anyone read my blog. I am so glad that you do. It makes me feel really good. Thank you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was just gorgeous today. I got alot of work done at work. This morning I got there and Patsy the manager was just kind of wound up. They made a mistake at the warehouse and sent us some cigarettes with Iowa tax stickers. So the Mighty Caseys' lost a WHOLE LOT of money on that mistake. She got the email on Saturday and didn't do anything about it until I walked in today. So out of 30 cartons of cigarettes they will get back 7 and a half cartons. That is over $6 a carton. HAHAHA! MIGHTY COSTLY!! And then this afternoon when my Baby got up there to pick me up and I swept the sidewalk and he got suckered into sweeping the curb. So my poor Baby worked for supper. We got a pizza from there. And then he didn't even eat any of it. He ate a sandwich before we left. And then when I got home I looked and he had raked the leaves away from the house. It looks wonderful, thank you, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after I got them up and packed up. I went out and cleaned the windows on the outside. They were nasty!! Then Patsy was really tired, she just isn't all healed up from the surgery and that is after 8 weeks of resting. I think (just between us) she is kind of ummmmmm, how do we say, wimpy. Will that get me fired? Prolly Not, dangit. LOL!! No, I don't want fired. I wish that they would work as hard as they want me to. I have been there a year and she did do my evaluation. I had a whole lot of Met and Exceeded. None that flunked. So apparently, I do my job well. I know that I sure try. She said on one of those places on it that 'I was a person person.' Most of the time I really DON'T like people. So I guess I do a heck of a jo convincing them that I like it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time on my days off. You will NOT BELIEVE IT?? There are robins here. They sound so beautiful. I love to hear them. I hope that they aren't just teasing. The snow geese are flying up north as well. I do know that if it does snow, it son't stick around. Oh, they are just gorgeous!! We tried to take pics of them to share with everyone, but they didn't turn out too good. We went down to the cemetary where the kids are. That is such a beautiful cemetary. I will have to take pics of it. Especially when the flags are all out on Memorial Day. They go up around the corner and all the way around. Oh, IT IS JUST GORGEOUS!! It really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZI0j541BFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SkoS7o_4o60/s1600-h/bill+at+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZI0j541BFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SkoS7o_4o60/s320/bill+at+work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301357502807737426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZI0j7zjnvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ioLFzq43Iak/s1600-h/bill+at+work+from+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZI0j7zjnvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ioLFzq43Iak/s320/bill+at+work+from+outside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301357503322496754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I have been doing tonight. I love to play with the new camera. My Baby is so cute. The one picture I took standing outside looking in. He was blogging. I tried to take a pic of the geese circling. They were actually circling with the sunset behind them. It would have been better, but the neighbor's dog was barking. Spooked them off. Oh well, I tried. It was clouding up pretty good when the sun was setting. It will probably be rainging tomorrow. I hope not. But, for now my Baby is painting getting ready to send them off to the lady in Vegas. It is so exciting that he is selling FINALLY on his Etsy. He was just saying that he didn't know why he was even on Etsy, and then there was the one sale and then the other's. It is just starting. I love it, and him. I am so proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I am getting off of here and going to bed. Have a great night. Thank you, Jan. Don't forget to hold your Baby real tight. Goodnight, see ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2090267037601699230?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2090267037601699230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2090267037601699230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2090267037601699230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2090267037601699230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-it-has-been-so-long.html' title='Sorry It has Been so Long'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SZI0j541BFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SkoS7o_4o60/s72-c/bill+at+work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5105479121187839750</id><published>2009-02-01T17:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:02:26.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE HAD AN INCREDIBLE DAY...</title><content type='html'>My Baby and I took off this morning and went to Shenandoah IA to eat at McDonald's and then we went to Wal-Mart. We hadn't went since before Christmas so it was time. We got a new digital camera that we were both excited about. Unfortunately, we couldn't get the USB port thing to work. But we will try it tomorrow. So my Baby thought that I needed to quit messing with it before I took a hammer to it. ;) not really!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this poem emailed to me. I thought that you might enjoy it (and cry) like I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY LEFT A KISS FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk man in an Oldsmobile&lt;br /&gt;They said had run the light&lt;br /&gt;That caused the six-car pileup&lt;br /&gt;On 109 that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When broken bodies lay about&lt;br /&gt;'And blood was everywhere,'&lt;br /&gt;'The sirens screamed out eulogies,'&lt;br /&gt;For death was in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A mother, trapped inside her car,'&lt;br /&gt;Was heard above the noise;&lt;br /&gt;Her plaintive plea near split the air:&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, God, please spare my boys!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fought to loosen her pinned hands;&lt;br /&gt;'She struggled to get free,'&lt;br /&gt;But mangled metal held her fast&lt;br /&gt;In grim captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her frightened eyes then focused &lt;br /&gt;'On where the back seat once had been,'&lt;br /&gt;But all she saw was boken glass and &lt;br /&gt;Two children's seats crushed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her twins were nowhere to be seen;&lt;br /&gt;'She did not hear then cry,'&lt;br /&gt;'And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, God, don't let them die!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then firemen came and cut her loose,'&lt;br /&gt;But when they searched the back'&lt;br /&gt;'They found therein no little boys,'&lt;br /&gt;But the seat belts were intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought the woman had gone mad&lt;br /&gt;'And was traveling alone,'&lt;br /&gt;'But when they turned to question her,'&lt;br /&gt;They discovered she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policemen saw her running wild&lt;br /&gt;And screaming above the noise&lt;br /&gt;'In beseeching supplication,'&lt;br /&gt;'Please help me find my boys!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're four years-old and wear blue shirts;&lt;br /&gt;'Their jeans are blue to match.'&lt;br /&gt;One cop spoke up "they're in my car,'&lt;br /&gt;'And they don't have a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said their daddy put them there&lt;br /&gt;'And gave them each a cone,'&lt;br /&gt;Then told them both to wait for Mom&lt;br /&gt;To come and take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've searched the area high and low,'&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find their dad.&lt;br /&gt;'He must have fled the scene,'&lt;br /&gt;'I guess, and that is very bad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The mother hugged the twins and said,'&lt;br /&gt;'While wiping at a tear,'&lt;br /&gt;'He could not flee the scene, you see,'&lt;br /&gt;'For he's been dead a year.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop just looked confused and asked,&lt;br /&gt;'Now, how can that be true?'&lt;br /&gt;'The boys said," Mommy, Daddy came'&lt;br /&gt;'And left a kiss for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us not to worry&lt;br /&gt;'And that you would be all right,'&lt;br /&gt;And then he put us in this car with &lt;br /&gt;the pretty, flashing light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We wanted him to stay with us,&lt;br /&gt;'Because we miss him so,'&lt;br /&gt;'But mommy, he just hugged us tight&lt;br /&gt;And said he had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said someday we'd understand&lt;br /&gt;'And told us not to fuss,'&lt;br /&gt;'And he said to tell you, Mommy,'&lt;br /&gt;'He's wathcing over us,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother knew without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;'That what they spoke was true,'&lt;br /&gt;'For she recalled their dad's last words&lt;br /&gt;'I will watch over you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firemen's notes could not explain&lt;br /&gt;'The twisted, mangled car,'&lt;br /&gt;And how the three of them escaped&lt;br /&gt;Without a single scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the cop's report was scribed,&lt;br /&gt;'In print so very fine,'&lt;br /&gt;An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that that was absolutely wonderful and I wanted to share it with the wonderful friends that we have on the blogs. There isn't much else going on. Tomorrow we get to go pay bills, WOOOOHOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night. Hodl your man real tight, and let your man hold you even tighter.&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5105479121187839750?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5105479121187839750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5105479121187839750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5105479121187839750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5105479121187839750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-had-incredible-day.html' title='WE HAD AN INCREDIBLE DAY...'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-6036030837787398531</id><published>2009-01-28T17:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:19:15.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Going on.. Imagine that one...</title><content type='html'>There really isn't that much going on here. Sorry for the lack of posts. I have been working a whole lot, not more than usual, just working. Kind of frustrated a WHOLE LOT. As most of you know by reading my Baby's blog. We were hoping that we would get quite a bit back from the IRS. But that fell through and not very pretty. It doesn't take much for me to get down and out. And it doesn't take much for me to get excited. But for my health (mentally and physically) I hope this year gets a whole lot better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having Sunday and Monday of not doing anything, and I mean NOTHING. I went to work yesterday and was cutting the flaps of a box off and was doing it wrong (imagine that) and cut the flabby part of my forearm with the box-cutter. I didn't need stitches, it was only superficial, but right now it is kinda pink and red. It is about 1 1/2 to 2 inches long. Bill is kinda worried about it because, of course, I didn't put anything on it just had the assistant manager put band-aids on it while I held it together and those box-cutters are not very sterile. So he has the right to be worrried. I did it to my left arm, inside. Since I was thinking about it and talking to my Baby he had me go and get the neosporin and he covered it and put two band-aids on it. So he doctored me up good and right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids came by this weekend for the night. Bobby is growing up so much. He is doing really well with school and is really enjoying Basketball. I am so proud of him. This is the first year that he is actually playing any sports. The principal really pushed him into playing football and basketball. I think that when basketball is over he is going to be lifting weights. Trey Daniel was on the front page of the local paper on the 15th. He is in Boy Scouts and they had a clothing drive and the paper wrote about it. He was also in the inside of the paper with the school news. The article was called "Elementary Broadway". Where they take 2 kids from elementary and talk about them. It said "This week on Elementary Broadway is Trey Agnew. Trey is in the third grade. His teacher is Mrs. Pam Simanek. Trey's favorite color is purple. Trey's favorite subject is math because he likes to learn. His favorite school lunch is pizza. Trey's best friend is Ryan and his favorite sport is football." The paper is really small. There is only about 500 people that live in this town and the editor really likes my kids. Bobby went out with one of her daughters and she just thinks that he is a great kid. Which is a great ego booster!! So they keep us informed on what they are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, not much else going on here. Thank you Jan for stopping by my blog. It was very encouraging. And I know that it helps Bill know that someone else is reading his blog as well. Take care of each other. Have a great night. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-6036030837787398531?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/6036030837787398531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=6036030837787398531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6036030837787398531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6036030837787398531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-much-going-on-imagine-that-one.html' title='Not Much Going on.. Imagine that one...'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-6931595692723880393</id><published>2009-01-10T18:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:50:23.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IFTHIS IS HOW THE NEW YEAR IS GOING TO BE...</title><content type='html'>by May I am going to be on tranquilizers. My new year started out bad and this week has BEEN WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a phone call on Monday night that my Baby's mom had a heart attack and that she had to have CPR from his little brother. We flew down to Joplin in a car on Tuesday. Come to find out while we were there that she had CPR given to her for ONE HOUR. That is way too long. She was on a ventilator. We came flying home on Wednesday in a car. My Baby and I rode second class with his uncle. He is a smoker, so we could too. WOOHOO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Uncle John and Aunt Bonnie are just so was sweet and good to us. But they do drive fast. They are used to it. We live in Small town America and drive 55 and that is too fast for us. They drove top speed of 80. They didn't go any faster, but WOW everyone else did, FOR SURE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, my Baby made a phone call at 3:30 and they had shut off the respirator and right now they have her on morphine to hopefully stop her from aspirating her secretions. So unfortunately, our mom is gone. And yes, she was OUR MOM. I thought so much of her. It is so amazing, they accepted me for who I am. Good example: I embroidered her and his grandma a couple of things one time. My MOM took her glasses off and inspected every SINGLE stitch. His mom and grandma just hugged me and said that it was beautiful. She didn't come up much (we realize now why- that is a hard drive to make) but when she did, we all had a wonderful visit. I will definitly miss her. We love you, mom!! Have fun with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, if it doesn't get any better (the new year) I know how my depression is and I will DEFINITLY HAVE TO HAVE tranquilizers. So please pray for us, for strength and serenity. Please. Have a good night. I will try to post more tomorrow. Good night, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-6931595692723880393?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/6931595692723880393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=6931595692723880393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6931595692723880393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6931595692723880393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/01/ifthis-is-how-new-year-is-going-to-be.html' title='IFTHIS IS HOW THE NEW YEAR IS GOING TO BE...'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-8574839220885422044</id><published>2009-01-02T20:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:04:28.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>We had a pretty good Christmas. I had to work from 10-6. The boys came by at about 8:30 that morning and I had to leave to go to work at 9. Bill brought them back home and their father came over and got them right when they got back to Fairfax. So when I got home they were long gone. They came by on New Year's Day and they said that they were going to stay Saturday night. We will see because I have to work from 1-7 because the truck is coming tomorrow and I have to do the truck. WOOHOO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patsy (my boss) is doing really well. She didn't have cancer in her colon or her spleen (which they had to remove because it was all mushy and wouldn't stop bleeding when they were inside). BUT she has stopped smoking, her complexion is wonderful and she has lost a lot of weight. Her sister said that she has lost 30-35 pounds. I am so proud of her. HOPEFULLY she will be back soon. The assistant isn't doing to bad but I was talking to the librarian down here and she can't believe that she is the assistant. Well, that is about all that I want to say about that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our New Year's Eve was uneventful. We ended up going to bed about 7:30 and I think that I was asleep befire 10. I had to work New Year's Eve and Day. New Year's Day was very EVENTFUL. I am really thinking that if the new year is going to be like the last couple of days, then I know that it is going to be VERY PAINFUL and VERY LONG. Not at home, but my work is just sucking. The people are just rude and STUPID!! Not just rude but RUDE. I don't want to get into it because it just really bothered me, REALLY BAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for right now suffice it to say that when that certain person comes in someone else is waiting on him. So I hope that everyone had a good Christmas and a great New Years. So right now we are going to go to bed and hold each other. So have a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-8574839220885422044?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/8574839220885422044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=8574839220885422044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8574839220885422044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8574839220885422044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2172609526306753478</id><published>2008-12-21T12:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:24:32.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>POWERFUL WOMEN'S MOTTO</title><content type='html'>LIVE YOUR LIFE IN SUCH A WAY&lt;br /&gt;THAT WHEN YOUR FEET HIT THE FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MORNING, SATAN SHUDDERS AND SAYS..&lt;br /&gt;"OH S***... SHE'S AWAKE!!!"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that and thought of what my Baby says "sometimes I wake up Grumpy, and sometimes I let her sleep." While he is shuddering. LOL!! No he does say that but he is just being silly. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been terrible. Last Saturday, I got really stressed out at work and messed up the computers where the pumps were locked up. I had to call my boss, who was hurting. She had some problems with her colon. So I was supposed to be off on Sunday and Monday, but a lady at work hurt her back at home and couldn't close on Sunday and Monday. So I had to close Monday. Then on Monday our pipes froze up here at home. So I was stressed about that as well. My Baby had to unfreeze them. He called 4 people to fix it and none of them would come. So he got it all fixed on Tuesday. So wednesday, I got up and couldn't talk. My boss had surgery to remove colon cancer that was benign. She made it through with only one complication. They had to also remove her spleen. The longer the day went on the worse I felt. By the end of the day, I was ready to lay down and just sleep. I got a lady at work to work my hours on Thursday. I thought that Friday I would be able to work. But when I got up on Friday there was no way that there would be any way that I could work. I think that either I have pneumonia or bronchitis. I don't know which, but I know that it is in my chest and it was hurting. Right now I can at least cough and get it out. I sound terrible, but it hopefully is getting better. I haven't figured it out yet, but when I get stressed out, I get really sick. Last time I got all the head congestion. This time I got it in my chest. So now I need to get me and my Baby from stressing. He is going to have a heart attack if he doesn't calm down. His heart rate on a good day is 117 beats. That is when he just relaxing. Not stressing or panicking. I don't know what we are going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is going on here for now. We are going to lay down and relax. I am off today and tomorrow. I just got the laundry done (as much as I was going to do, anyway). And then I may take a nap. Take care everyone and we will talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2172609526306753478?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2172609526306753478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2172609526306753478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2172609526306753478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2172609526306753478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/powerful-womens-motto.html' title='POWERFUL WOMEN&apos;S MOTTO'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7329203159198107733</id><published>2008-12-14T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:56:57.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A BEATIFUL MOVIE!!</title><content type='html'>I had never seen this movie. And if it were not for my Baby I would have missed it, like I had for so many years before. It was wonderful. It reminds me of my Baby so much. He wanted so bad to leave this little Hicktown. Right now I am so glad that he didn't because I probably never would have met him and had the most wonderful 3 years and 4 Christmas' together. I love you, baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5J8Eg_Ru9Q&amp;hl=en&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/c5J8Eg_Ru9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-7329203159198107733?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7329203159198107733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7329203159198107733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7329203159198107733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7329203159198107733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/beatiful-movie.html' title='A BEATIFUL MOVIE!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-8451892633523165233</id><published>2008-12-12T19:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:47:56.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMOUdgCpaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t1brljyGE4Y/s1600-h/Trey+and+Wynette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279078932887545250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMOUdgCpaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t1brljyGE4Y/s320/Trey+and+Wynette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMNrSx1M1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hCYtwAkrGt4/s1600-h/gabe+liz+michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279078225634734930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMNrSx1M1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hCYtwAkrGt4/s320/gabe+liz+michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pictures of the kids. The little one is of Trey and my niece, Wynette. Sorry that it doesn't get any bigger. The other one is of Michael, Elizabeth (who is holding Little Gabriel), the little blonde girl with the pink shirt on is Bill's niece Kelsey. Her birthday is the 10th of September and Bills' birthday is the 9th. They get along so great. The bottom 2 are of Bobby. He is such a ham. Talk about being vane. But he is our kid. They all are. Michael is taller than his father. And Elizabeth and him are so SKINNY. Elizabeth wears a size zero, and has had 2 kids. DRIVES ME CRAZY!! But gotta love her. She is so beautiful. They all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMNrCnVHDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FXj3oqrqZoM/s1600-h/Bobby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279078221295721522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMNrCnVHDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FXj3oqrqZoM/s320/Bobby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMNrBCsEaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/As193TSD9DE/s1600-h/Bobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279078220873601442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMNrBCsEaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/As193TSD9DE/s320/Bobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like it that they get along pretty good together. They are pretty close to the same age. Trey is only 8 so there is quite a lot of difference in age from him to Michael, who is 15. Then Bobby who is 17, and Elizabeth who is 22. So they aren't too bad in age. And then if you put Allen and Sarah in there. Allen would have been 18 and Sarah would have been 13. It is very scary that they all fit in there really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thought that I would share pictures of the kids. They are so much fun. Bill's nephew, Nathan, called. Bill raised him until he was 11, almost 12. He had some really great news. He met his new minister today, and he is going to help him get on his feet along with his girlfriend and 2 children. It was some really great news. He has had a hard time of it lately, and it meant so much to Bill to hear that the minister came clear up here from Kansas City to meet him and help him like this. That is what the minister's are to do, but most of them won't even go to the hospitals to meet and pray, much less go to jail to meet someone who will be going to church with his girlfriend. Which that in most eyes, would be sacreligous in itself, just living together and having two children. Most would look at that as blasphemy. You know, kind of like My Baby and I living in sin. No matter what our feelings are toward each other or what is in our hearts. In OUR hearts, we are already married. I would never cheat on him, nor him on me. And we will be married when we get the money up. Now wouldn't that be better than most marriages that you know of? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that I got off on my soapbox. I do that alot, don't I? We are going to go to bed and hold each other real tight. So goodnight all. Talk to you tomorrow. I just have one more day to work and then have 2 days off. My schedule won't be changing any with Patsy being gone (so far). So take care and see you tomorrow. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roxi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-8451892633523165233?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/8451892633523165233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=8451892633523165233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8451892633523165233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8451892633523165233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-are-some-pictures-of-kids.html' title='Family Album'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SUMOUdgCpaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t1brljyGE4Y/s72-c/Trey+and+Wynette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4090961326189075543</id><published>2008-12-12T10:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:47:05.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To put you in the mood for Christmas.... This is not me, by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel drive-way they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.&lt;br /&gt;If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana, at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restauran in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was WHOLE bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would put this on my blog. I thought that it fit witht the Christmas. I am sorry that I haven't wrote lately but work is extra crazy lately. My boss, Patsy, she is my manager just found out the other day that she has to have surgery for colon cancer. So we are really trying to pull together. Most of the people who work there just think of themselves. The assistant manager is REALLY a huge witch. Patsy found out on Wednesday that and all the assistant manager was worried about was that she wasn't going to be able to get her vacation so she could get drunk to celebrate her birthday. And all I could think about is how many birthdays was Patsy going to be able to have. She just celebrated her 60th not too long ago. So she isn't really that old. And the part that really bothers me is that the assistant and the manager have known each other for a really long time. Patsy's daughter and Sonja (the assistant) were best friends when they were growing up. So it is not that they don't know each other. I gotta get off of here and go to work. Have a good day and don't work too hard. Take care of each other. I will try and blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-4090961326189075543?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4090961326189075543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4090961326189075543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4090961326189075543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4090961326189075543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-put-you-in-mood-for-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2975935871890319857</id><published>2008-12-07T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:24:41.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAS VERY LAZY TODAY...</title><content type='html'>I hate to admit that. I get pretty tired a week or so before "Aunt Flo" shows up. I don't know if that is because of my thyroid or what it is. But I get very tired and about the day before I am a HUGE WITCH with a capital B. I know that I can't help it, but it is not right to my Baby. Today he made me a bath and while I took a bath, he did the laundry. Thank You Baby!!! After that we went to Tarkio and got some stuff from the grocery store. We got home and Grandma called and Bill's Aunt Bonnie ended up buying threee of his cross necklaces. It was very exciting. I made supper when we got home from that and am also making some friendship bread. I really like that stuff, My Baby does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember to call my mom and tell her that our youngest son, Trey, has his Christmas program on Wednesday night. We haven't seen him for quite awhile, or Bobby for that matter. Maybe we will see them on Wednesday night. I don't know what is going on with them. But anyway, we will go and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night we are having chili and I am going to try to make some Monkey Bread. I lookes on Google and got the recipe. I can't wait. I am going to see if I can make it and if I can, I am going to make some for Christmas Eve to take over to Elizabeth and Kaleys'. I really like Cinnamon Rolls with my Chili. The school up here got me started on that, so I am going to try Monkey Bread. It is about the same thing. We were going to have it tonight, but since I wasn't feeling good, we had spaghetti. That is My Baby's favorite, he didn't mind at all. His favorite meals are spaghetti and ghoulash. He also likes fried chicken and Italian Chicken, but his all-time favorites are spaghetti and ghoulash. So I am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get off of here and finish watching Hee Haw. I love that show. So have a goodnight and hold your Baby real tight.&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2975935871890319857?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2975935871890319857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2975935871890319857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2975935871890319857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2975935871890319857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-very-lazy-today.html' title='I WAS VERY LAZY TODAY...'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5422701848755501362</id><published>2008-12-05T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:01:32.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Baby!!</title><content type='html'>Last night on Public Television they had Victor Borge on. It was simply marvelous. He was such a great comedian and a pianist. So I just had to look on You Tube for one of his skits for you all to see. This skit is with Dean Martin (I am sure that you don't need an introduction). I laughed so hard on this. I hope you enjoy it also. After it plays there is another skit with Marilyn Mulvey Part 1 and Part 2, and also watch the Dance of the Comedians. Those are just as good, but with Dean Martin it had something extra special. I have always liked Dean Martin. So first thing first- enjoy!! Secondly and most importantly- Thank you, Baby, because without you I would never have been introduced. I love you with all of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also must thank my Baby for giving me my Christmas Gift early. He got me a really long, really warm housecoat from Wal-Mart. We also got to eat out at McDonalds. It was so great, I really enjoyed myself tremendously. And then I found these videos. It has truly been a great day. Thank you, honey. ;) I am going to get off of here tonight and go to bed. So goodnight all and hold your Baby real tight.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5422701848755501362?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5422701848755501362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5422701848755501362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5422701848755501362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5422701848755501362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-baby.html' title='Thank You Baby!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4713727046471223087</id><published>2008-12-05T21:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:51:21.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply HILARIOUS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7L02tCNi0I&amp;hl=en&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/N7L02tCNi0I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-4713727046471223087?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4713727046471223087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4713727046471223087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4713727046471223087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4713727046471223087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/simply-hilarious.html' title='Simply HILARIOUS!!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-3064272124565985780</id><published>2008-12-02T18:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:45:30.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby's Sweety!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/STXS6RIESiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0M_FY09jK9A/s1600-h/sweety+on+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275354437005888034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/STXS6RIESiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0M_FY09jK9A/s320/sweety+on+steps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Baby thought that he would be so cute and take a picture of me. I was sitting on the front steps of our trailer. That is the cat that Elizabeth and I took from a house on the other side of town. Bobby and Elizabeth took a drive when we had a truck and found this house with a whole lot of cats. Bobby was chicken to grab one so Elizabeth and I was going out to see her boyfriend and Bill so we got sidetracked and went to the house and knocked on the door. No one answered so we just took the cat. It really is a really pretty cat (it is a tiger striped short hair) and on the tip of the tail it has one small white spot. So whenever he asks who brought the cat home I tell him that Bobby and Elizabeth did. ;p I love you, Baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't that much to talk about tonight. I put that song on here, because I really like it and I was actually just playing around. My blog wouldn't put it on here before. But my Baby fixed it for me. Thank you, baby. So I am going to get off of here and get the dishes done. Goodnight all. Hold you Baby real tight and you will have a great night.&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-3064272124565985780?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/3064272124565985780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=3064272124565985780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3064272124565985780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3064272124565985780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-babys-sweety.html' title='My Baby&apos;s Sweety!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/STXS6RIESiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0M_FY09jK9A/s72-c/sweety+on+steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-6031678349370061750</id><published>2008-12-02T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:26:56.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love this song!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUt_gsGbkto&amp;hl=en&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/aUt_gsGbkto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-6031678349370061750?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/6031678349370061750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=6031678349370061750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6031678349370061750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6031678349370061750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-song.html' title='I Love this song!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-660887770439488073</id><published>2008-12-01T20:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:51:06.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Works Weird!!</title><content type='html'>First off, Happy December 1st!! Where has the year gone? Oh, I know, at work and worrying about that JOB and those FREAKS that come in there. So tonight I went and took a bath and read my new book that I got at the Library last week. It is Stephen King and oh SO GOOD. It is called "JUST AFTER SUNSET." One of the stories in it is called "STATIONARY BIKE."  It reminded me (in a round-about way) about my Baby and everyone that has been in it his ENTIRE LIFE. At the end of the story it said "he got the hat to fitting just right . It would look better still when he got out of his going-to-lunch clothes and into a pair of paint-splatteres jeans. He'd look like a real working stiff...which he was, in spite of what some people might think." You see he (the guy in the book) paints pictures for advertising agencies and also murals. He got paid real well, but in New York not good enough. But in  Small Town, Missouri, it would be really good. My Baby paints woodcrafts and makes really good money for us. Not near good enough for New York, but just great for Small Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby had his own mowing business, wood cutting business, paper delivery, and cleaning the Bank, Post Offices, and churches in Tarkio and Fairfax. Made REAL GOOD money. Before he did the mowing and having 7 part-time jobs most that he had ever made was $13,000 a year for being Manager at a local truck stop. Got fired, because he wouldn't move his family (which consisted of his nephew and his newborn daughter, and his wife) so they gave him a severance check and told him in no uncertain terms to "not let the door hitcha where the Good Lord splitcha." So my Baby (not at that time or it would have been A WHOLE LOT DIFFERENT) started with his 7 part-time jobs so he didn't have to "punch the timeclock." He started mowing WITH A PUSH MOWER 30 yards. One of those yards was a senior housing yard. So then he got a rider and some help from his cousin and he added 16 more yards. He got paid really well and got paid REAL MONEY, no matter what anyone said. His wife at that time, would sit there and tell him to "GET A REAL JOB and start making some real money", and everyone else in his life. Anyway, off of my soap-box. Now, what I am trying to say is, when the crosses and his woodcrafts start making us REAL MONEY (which we don't need much because I don't like to shop and I AM NOT GOING TO GO TO WORK FOR THAT PLACE OR ANY OTHER PLACE!!) I am going to quit and help my Baby make his money. If we decide to go fishing we can take our cross equipment with us and sit on the bank of the lake and make our crosses. I am NOT going to EVER tell him what he does is not real work, because for one thing- it makes REAL money that pays our REAL bills and puts REAL food in our mouths and puts REAL clothes on our backs. So whatever some people may think he IS a WORKING STIFF. Sorry, I guess I didn't get off of my soap box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to thinking about his past when he got a phone call from his nephew and thinking that if he hadn't had her and others telling him to get a real job, things wouldn't have been the way they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done for tonight. Sorry, again. Have a goodnight. I know that we are going to, I have a surprise for my Baby. I know that he will like it. So have a great night and forget about the past and think of our future. It will only get better, Baby. I love you and always will. I love our life together and can't wait for many MANY more years together. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-660887770439488073?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/660887770439488073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=660887770439488073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/660887770439488073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/660887770439488073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mind-works-weird.html' title='My Mind Works Weird!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-9115779245580790441</id><published>2008-11-29T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:21:58.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Is TOO GOOD TO ME!!</title><content type='html'>My Baby put a couple of songs on his blog today. Check it out it is the link to the side that says Bill's Blog, he is WAY yonder TOO GOOD to me and he is my Baby. Thank you, Baby. I do love you and yes you have told me lately that you love me. Especially this morning. It was wonderful, thank you!! ;) He explains it all on his blog, but the first one that he put on is one of my FAVORITES!! It is so funny!! One of the parts on it I like to say "Lay your hands on a married man, is as low as a cow can get." It actually says "gal" but I think she would be a cow. My Baby giggles when I say that part. He is so CUTE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do the truck today. It usually shows up on Fridays, but this week they took off Thursday. So it was a day late. It showed up at 1:30 this afternoon, usually shows up at 2 or so. So me and Cheryl unloaded it and then put up all the groceries. It wasn't too bad today. We had 115 groceries, 81 frozen, and 310 cartons of cigarettes. We got done about 6:30 or so. So Cheryl mopped the floor and I helped in the kitchen. I had to make up an hour because I left work early yesterday. I have to at least work 35 hours a week. That is about all I get too. But it pays the bills (barely) and I still have a life. So that makes life pretty good around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby has sold 3 more crosses. He is doing so good with that. Monday he is going to call them and order 100 more crosses to make. So that is going to really start the paychecks rolling in for him. They pay every Friday. So we should get them on Monday or Tuesday. So that won't be too bad. And he can make as much as I do sitting here at home. So I am going to sit here and help him make them. That way we can definitly make 400 of them a week. And then we will be making $500 a week. Not to bad for sitting at home not paying for gas, and not putting up with freaks. I can't wait!! I honestly hate going there everyday. That is why I try to get out of there early most days. Especially Fridays. Fridays I work kitchen and that is the ONLY DAY that I do. I actually work the whole dang building. Out front running register and than I get stuck unloading truck because Cheryl's back hurts her most days (and I don't mind helping her) plus putting up kitchen groceries, and freezer, and then I go back and put up the back stock or I have to stand and price the groceries. I like to stand in the back and just price items because EVERYONE leaves me alone. I definitly like THAT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all I have to say about that one. Or do you like that is all the news that is news here at Cornfield County. LOL!! ;) Thank you Baby I love you with all of my heart. And I hope that everyone has a good night. I know we will, I have to show my Baby how much I do love him. Not HAVE to, but a whole lot of want to. ;) I know you didn't really need to know that. But have a goodnight anyway. Hold your Baby real tight. &lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-9115779245580790441?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/9115779245580790441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=9115779245580790441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9115779245580790441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9115779245580790441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-baby-is-too-good-to-me.html' title='My Baby Is TOO GOOD TO ME!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-3956947211071004013</id><published>2008-11-25T19:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:44:16.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplished ALOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSypR54VhxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/18kvm-VzopI/s1600-h/engraving+tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSypR54VhxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/18kvm-VzopI/s320/engraving+tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272775388803991314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSyi-fTtTXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eM1z9e_m7mU/s1600-h/heart+wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSyi-fTtTXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eM1z9e_m7mU/s320/heart+wreath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272768458183757170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to Tarkio and got groceries. And we came home and I made 6 loaves of Banana Bread. I also got the Tiger engraving picture done. It looks AWESOME, if I do say so myself. I am not vane AT ALL. But it does look really good, I hope the kids like them. If you click on the picture and enlarge it you can see the little lines that I had to scrape off. It is on a cardboard back, but it is kind of foil. On the front the lines are there you just have to scrape the color off. It is really fun and cool to do. There are a whole lot of lines to scrape off, I know that. But like I said really fun to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday I got up and did all the laundry. It was really nice outside so I hung them up on the line. I also started on the Heart Wreath that Grandma gave us. It is a latch hook frilly thing. I finished it today. It really turned out really good. It is 12"x12". It is really frilly, but pretty. I took it up to Grandma and Grandpa's and showed them. Grandma really liked it. My Baby tied one of the leather straps from the necklaces on the top so it can hang on the wall until I either make it into a pillow or put a dowel rod in the top. So I think that I have really been busy sitting on my butt. ;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing all that on my butt, my Baby was cutting out paper towel holders. He has this really cute one that is a milk jug with a cow on it. I REALLY like it. I may have him make me one. He also has one that is a cow and one that is a pig. They are all so cute. He has some really cute things. And then he puts these little "swishy-deely" lines on their eyes. That is what I call them. He smiles everytime I call it that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up and got the car yesterday FINALLY and when we got back we stopped at the library and got the new Stephen King book. It is called Just After Sunset. It has a whole lot of short stories in it. I am going to try and start reading it tonight, if I stay awake long enough. I had to be to work at 6 this morning. It is really RETARDED to be there that early. We don't open up until 6, but the manager has been opening up early for the STUPID "REAL" MEN who work for the wind turbines. They are REAL A**HOLES. I don't like ANY of them. And DON'T make THEM WAIT!! HEAVENS that would be a tragedy. We have one lady who actually called corporate and pitched a HUGE FIT because she had to wait in line. She is a HUGE WENCH to say the least. But, anyway, that is why they call it work, because you aren't supposed to like it, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are going to go to bed. I hope everyone has a wonderful night and hold your Baby real tight. Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-3956947211071004013?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/3956947211071004013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=3956947211071004013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3956947211071004013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3956947211071004013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/accomplished-alot.html' title='Accomplished ALOT!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSypR54VhxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/18kvm-VzopI/s72-c/engraving+tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2624954718438786604</id><published>2008-11-23T14:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:41:40.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running and Baking Today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSm8XP0X_oI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lXdCshKt574/s1600-h/disciples+cross+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSm8XP0X_oI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lXdCshKt574/s320/disciples+cross+white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271951946383097474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby is selling this necklace. He sold one today to a lady on his Etsy Shop. I am so HAPPY for him!! They are just BEAUTIFUL!! There is a tag on them (that you can cut off before you wear them, of course) that reads "THE DISCIPLE'S CROSS is made up of three distinct components. The simulated leather cord reminds us of the leather straps used to beat our Savior; the wrapped wire stands for the thorn branches twisted into a crown to mock the King of Kings; and the nails represent the large spikes that were driven into the hands and feet of the Lord of Lords. As you carry your DISCIPLE'S CROSS with you, consider the sacrifice that Jesus made for you and take up your cross and follow Him." The DISCIPLE'S CROSS comes in a rainbow of colors. They are just so gorgeous. The man that designed them sells his for $10, Bill sells his for $7. I am just so HAPPY I could just explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my Baby cleaned the living room and put the clothes away. It really made a difference in here. He also did laundry. Thank you, Baby!! Today, I have baked banana bread that Grandma got us. We got Sonja (a girl from work) to take us to Tarkio today to get some things that we forgot to get yesterday. We forgot some tortilla shells for tacos last night so we were going to walk down to the so-called grocery store to get some. I called them to see if they had any and GUESS WHAT? they didn't. IMAGINE THAT!! They have a suggestion box down there I want to politely but not nicely say "do Fairfax a favor and CLOSE THIS PLACE DOWN!!" I don't know why we would think that they would have something as simple as tortilla shells, it is a grocery store and everything. One day we went down there to get BOLOGNE, they didn't have ANY (and I mean ANY) lunchmeat. Now come on, get with the program. The cheapest crap around and we can't get it down here. So to say the least it is a JOKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am going to get off of here to turn my bread and start supper. So goodnight all and hold your Baby real tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2624954718438786604?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2624954718438786604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2624954718438786604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2624954718438786604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2624954718438786604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/running-and-baking-today.html' title='Running and Baking Today!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSm8XP0X_oI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lXdCshKt574/s72-c/disciples+cross+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-3606394557814383605</id><published>2008-11-19T18:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:15:05.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Us Women (And Men)!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSSrsjZ2VDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9HdN0h7AVuI/s1600-h/sweeties+t+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSSrsjZ2VDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9HdN0h7AVuI/s320/sweeties+t+shirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270526245836575794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would share a t-shirt with all of you. My Baby found this on a etsy shop. I had to have it!!! I am a terrible woman. I don't exercise, I don't eat fruits and vegetables, unless you count chocolate. And I worry WAY TOO MUCH!! And if anything is going to go wrong-it is going to happen to me. EXAMPLES- We (my husband, then) had our first child, a boy named Allen Scott, 8-months-later we were burying him. We had another little boy Bobby Daren- he is fine and 17-year-old mouth-piece. LOL! We had a little girl Sarah Marie, and 5-months-later we buried her. And then we had Trey Daniel, who is fine and a 8-year-old. After I had Trey, I got a hernia and had to go to the doctors'. They found out that I had gall stones (no problems with them) but they were taken out and my hernia fixed. Well, an 1 1/2 hour surgery turned into 6 1/2 hours. They had to completely open me up. I asked them why they didn't let me just bleed out, the doctor looked at me and said that if I even waited another week that I would have been dead. So, if anything is going to happen, it WILL happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then 2005, I met my Baby. I divorced my husband and got with Bill. He is the BEST THING that has ever happened to me, EVER!! He has a daughter Elizabeth, and a son Michael. Michael lives with us. Elizabeth is a mom. She has the little boy Gabriel, who my Baby is holding on the header. They are both of ours', all of them. It is so cool that I had a little girl and little boy and I lost them and got with Bill and he had a girl and a boy. I love them just as much as I love mine. Yes, I miss my kids every minute of everyday. Yes, I bawl at the drop of a hat, because of my depression. And yes, I love my Baby with all of my heart and will be with FOREVER!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I got to chasing rabbits on this post. I don't know where I was going with this, sorry. My Baby and I just got done "tagging and bagging" the last of the crosses that he is making. They are so BEAUTIFUL!! He brought them up to work today and there was a couple of ladies there that want some when they get paid. So there are more orders. He is really getting good at them. I am so proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Plain Old Cookin' it is exciting to be able to blog with the family. It costs so much to call and talk so we get on here and just "yammer" away and meet new people. Right now I am going to get off of here so I can do the dishes and we are going to go to bed so we can deliver newspapers in the morning. We haven't been OFFICIALLY called YET, but we will PROBABLY. Tomorrow I have to go to work at 6-1 p.m. CAN'T WAIT, hahaha! SARCASM, sorry. So goodnight all and hold your baby real tight. &lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-3606394557814383605?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/3606394557814383605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=3606394557814383605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3606394557814383605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/3606394557814383605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-us-women-and-men.html' title='For Us Women (And Men)!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSSrsjZ2VDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9HdN0h7AVuI/s72-c/sweeties+t+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1699487581921568094</id><published>2008-11-18T19:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:13:29.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening!!</title><content type='html'>The pictures that I put on here yesterday were of the engraving pictures that I am working on. The pictures didn't enlarge like I wanted, sorry. But, on them you can KIND OF see little lines on them. There is a LOT of detail to them and you take a engraving knife and you scrape off every line. It is very time consuming, but the end result is very BEAUTIFUL. You can go to www.marymaxim.com and where the search bar is put in engraving. There will be 10 pictures just pick one and see some of the lines on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are getting one each for Christmas. A couple of years ago I made Elizabeth an angel (because she is so beautiful and our angel), Bobby got a tiger (because he loves them), Michael got an owl (because he stays up all night long), and Trey got a monkey face (because he has always been our monkey-butt). I also crocheted them slippers. Bill gave Elizabeth some of his outside crafts and indoor crafts. They are cheap, but we really like to MAKE our Christmas gifts. That way when something happens to one of us, HOPEFULLY, the kids will look at the crafts and think of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what they are. Thank you, cookinsforme. I keep forgetting that it is not only Bill's family that looks at my blog. Thank you it really means alot. The link on my blog that says Bill's blog, that is my baby's blog. Povertyflats USA is Bill's mom and step-dad, Frances and Don. And Tangled Mane Ranch is Bill's sister, Linda and Don. So welcome and I hope you take your shoes off, take a deep breath, and just relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We delivered newspapers this morning and I had to go to work at 6-1 today. I work at Caseys' and pee-hole kind of convenience store. I have worked there since February and have been full-time for 6 months. So it pays the bills and gives me grey hair. FULFILLING, huh?! LOL!! When we got home we both laid down and didn't get up until 5:30 when the phone rang and it was the lady that delivers our papers. So guess what, we have to deliver tomorrow and maybe Thursday and Friday. So that money will get us to Friday and then I get paid. So God is great and answers our prayers!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get off of here. My Baby has made supper and it smells wonderful. Hamburgers and macaroni and cheese!! I love hamburgers. So does Michael. So I am getting off of here. Have a goodnight and hold your Baby real tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-1699487581921568094?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1699487581921568094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1699487581921568094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1699487581921568094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1699487581921568094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-evening.html' title='Good Evening!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-418990487767489610</id><published>2008-11-17T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:07:35.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Package Came FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSIgrkHtjGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HirE_G7I9vM/s1600-h/engraving+tigers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSIgrkHtjGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HirE_G7I9vM/s320/engraving+tigers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269810446779386978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSIgrWbNbyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zD_Z5Iy0xZQ/s1600-h/engraving+tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSIgrWbNbyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zD_Z5Iy0xZQ/s320/engraving+tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269810443103072034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSIgrZpSY7I/AAAAAAAAADw/nY1aWPVWNGs/s1600-h/engraving+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSIgrZpSY7I/AAAAAAAAADw/nY1aWPVWNGs/s320/engraving+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269810443967423410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPS didn't bring it, but we finally got it. They took the package to the Post Office. I don't know why, we stopped the UPS truck to see if we got our package and the guy said that it didn't come. We came home and I was calling UPS to see where it was and Danny, our postman knocked on the door. He had the package in his hands. He said that the UPS brought it by there and dropped it off. This town IS NOT VERY BIG at all. We have maybe 450 people. It is not very big. Most of those are elderly people. We have a main street which is also a highway. And on both sides of that are maybe 5 or 6 streets that run parallel with it. So we are not talking huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got it. Here are the pictures of them. It is very time comsuming. I hope that they will like them. As I said, this year we are going to put them in picture frames. We went to Dollar General and found the perfect one's too. So for Christmas the presents are here to be ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey Daniel came by today. He is our youngest child. He was in his Boy Scout uniform. He is so cute. I will have to put on here his pictures that he took the last time he was here. It was quite impressive, NOT!! He took 6 or 7 of them. Anyway, he stopped by to give us his popcorn that we bought. He is going to come back Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not much else going on here. We have to deliver papers in the morning. Larry the regular paper delivery guy is in the hospital. So his wife is going to deliver his and we are going to deliver her's. It is VERY CONFUSING. I am here and I still get confused, ABOUT ALOT OF THINGS!! So we are going to go to bed. So good night all , and hold your Baby real tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-418990487767489610?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/418990487767489610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=418990487767489610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/418990487767489610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/418990487767489610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-package-came-finally.html' title='Our Package Came FINALLY!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSIgrkHtjGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HirE_G7I9vM/s72-c/engraving+tigers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-8985603462817134234</id><published>2008-11-17T10:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:48:19.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Picture from KMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSGa1-Q33dI/AAAAAAAAADo/F2gBrFPSYZA/s1600-h/little+farmer+joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSGa1-Q33dI/AAAAAAAAADo/F2gBrFPSYZA/s320/little+farmer+joe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269663291037703634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture on our local radio station's web site. I thought that it was so cute. They have alot of really cute pics on there everyday. It is just a little radio station that a LOT of farmers listen to. I grew up listening to it. I remember on Sunday afternoon's they had Fibber McGee and Molly, Jack Benny on the Bill Miller Show. It was so cool. I couldn't remember all of those without my Baby's help. Thank you, honey. The radio station has farm markets, it also has an e-shop (used to be called the elephant shop) that people can sell, buy, or trade all kinds of things. No guns and no fire wood. But everything else that is legal and not immoral. My Baby puts his woodcrafts on there some of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my Baby he is working on his sisters' sign. He is working to send it off Friday. He will also be working on making his crosses. I am making me a bath. And then HOPEFULLY I will be getting the Christmas presents today so I can start working on them. I can't wait. The UPS sent it to Kansas instead of Missouri or I would have had it Friday. SO that is VERY DISHEARTENING!! But a little late than never. I know that I will have it done for Christmas. I will have to get pictures to show you what I am making the kids for Christmas. I made them some a couple fo years ago. We didn't have the money to put them in frames, BUT this year we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I met a new friend yesterday. She commented on my Peter commercial. So welcome "Cookinsforme". And thank you for checking my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am going to get off of here and go and take my bath. Take care and have a great day. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-8985603462817134234?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/8985603462817134234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=8985603462817134234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8985603462817134234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8985603462817134234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-this-picture-on-our-local-radio.html' title='Cute Picture from KMA'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SSGa1-Q33dI/AAAAAAAAADo/F2gBrFPSYZA/s72-c/little+farmer+joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5376659953944940607</id><published>2008-11-16T20:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:59:03.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Day!!</title><content type='html'>Today, Bill worked on his crosses and he did 14 of them today. I am so proud of him. He also cut out his sisters' sign. While he did that, I did the laundry and made some Friendship Bread. It turned out pretty good. I kinda burnt the top part of it on one of them. It was alright. I took some of it off. Bill fixed a GREAT!! supper. We had some chili. OH MY GOSH!! It was so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much it for today. We are both TOO FULL and TOO SLEEPY!! I know that I am ready for bed. So goodnight all and let your Baby hold you real tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5376659953944940607?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5376659953944940607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5376659953944940607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5376659953944940607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5376659953944940607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-day.html' title='A Big Day!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7704610539821133179</id><published>2008-11-15T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:37:17.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A Long Week!!</title><content type='html'>I had a 3 day weekend last week. I had off Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. I was supposed to go to a training thing in the kitchen on monday but Patsy told me for a week that I was could take it off. So then on Wednesday when I walked in she goes "Did you have a good 4 days off." I looked at her and told her that "I only had 3 days off, thank you very much." She can REALLY get on that one last nerve and dance a jig, and she is NOT a small woman. So I am a terrible woman and I just jump right back. I don't get hateful, but if she is rude and disrespectful, then so am I. I don't put up with it. She told Bill when I was in the back room getting cups that she really misses me when I am not there, Bill and I are both wondering what she is going to do when I quit to help him with his crafts. Personally, I don't care what anyone thinks. He needs the help and why should we give someone else a job, when I am ready, willing and able to do it? And I know how he wants and needs it done, why train someone else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, they all depend on me to much up there, everyone is yelling for me to help them from the manager, assistant manager all the way to the peons like myself, and the customers. They just do it because they are so lazy it is not EVEN FUNNY. The one's in the kitchen (when we put the food in the freezer) want me to open up ALL the boxes, I think most of the time that they would love it if I would be there all the time to take it out, cook it for them, serve the customers, and ring them up. It is enough to drive me to drink. I don't, but most of the time, I wish I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, Bill is working on another cross. He is really getting frustrated, I think that we are going to go to bed soon so he can take a break. He is REALLY needing one. They are so BEAUTIFUL!! I am so proud of him for finding this on the net, and doing so well with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am needing a break, I fixed supper after work while Bill worked on his crosses. While I was doing that I ended up baking some banana bread. Bill got some last weekend when we went up to Shen. and they were spoiling so I made 3 loaves. Tomorrow (hopefully it is warm enough) I am going to wash clothes and hang them out and then I am going to make some Friendship Bread. If not tomorrow (on the bread) then I am on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have had the boys tonight but they didn't come by, IMAGINE THAT ONE!! I didn't get them on that one sunday, so maybe tomorrow. I doubt it, but maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was opening day for deer season, the MEN are so STUPID. They ALL get DRUNK on Friday night, because we have to celebrate being MEN WITH GUNS, so on Saturday morning at the BUTT CRACK of DAWN we are still drunk with a loaded weapon shooting at a deer that we won't eat, being MACHO MEN!! WOOOHOOO!!! I hated working today. This one guy I swear was bragging because some girl 3 times younger than he was was complaining of her head hurting, and he says "If you can't DRINK with the BIG DOGS, stay on the PORCH." WHAT A RETARD!! I wanted to slap him right in the face. They actually, make me so mad that I really look at them with disgust, because I know that that is NOT how God wanted them to be. AND DON'T BLAME IT ON US WOMEN!! Most of them are not smart without us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to go to bed, so goodnight all. Take a deep breath and hold your Baby real tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7704610539821133179?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7704610539821133179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7704610539821133179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7704610539821133179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7704610539821133179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-long-week.html' title='Been A Long Week!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4571675059231769125</id><published>2008-11-09T19:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:41:23.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Behind "Peter"</title><content type='html'>My brother, Doug, is 8-years older than I am. He went into the Navy in 1982. I was 11and VERY MUCH a Tom-boy. "Tagging" along behind him and Daddy whenever we went and chored. I loved to be with them both. Anyway, in 1985, (I think) that was when he was in the Philipines and all we got were phone calls from him and Shelley was already gone to college, so all there was at home was me, mom and dad. So when that commercial came on I would sit and dream of "My Doug" coming home and surprising us. I was so young and not so bright. So I would sit and cry when that commercial would come on. I am so glad that I could find it on You Tube. If you watch it and check out the full-length version, that one really makes me BAWL. Sorry, Doug, but I did and still do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Frances for commenting on my blog. And thank you everyone for checking it out, it really means ALOT to me. If it were not for my BABY, I wouldn't even be having a blog. I love you, Baby. I am so proud of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SReOUtg4RGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gZtQIum3vVg/s1600-h/disciples+cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SReOUtg4RGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gZtQIum3vVg/s320/disciples+cross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266834775699113058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our new venture. It is VERY EXCITING to be able to work right beside you, Baby. I can't wait to get this started. "This" by the way, is our Disciple's Cross. We will be making these from home and we are going to be selling them along with my Baby's woodcrafts. They come in a Rainbow of colors, and oh, so pretty. I can't wait. We are both so excited. Thank you all. I am going to sign off of here and we are going to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both worked very hard today. We went up and raked Grandma and Grandpa's leaves down to the road and we got to play "pyro". I love to play with fire. Especially when it is just leaves or our burning pile. We sure did burn alot and rake alot. So we are both wore out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember go to bed and let your Baby hold you real tight and forget about your day. Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-4571675059231769125?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4571675059231769125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4571675059231769125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4571675059231769125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4571675059231769125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-behind-peter.html' title='Story Behind &quot;Peter&quot;'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SReOUtg4RGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gZtQIum3vVg/s72-c/disciples+cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-9093589624537926196</id><published>2008-11-09T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:14:41.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Brother, Doug</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfZEZM2Bgh4&amp;hl=en&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/hfZEZM2Bgh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-9093589624537926196?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/9093589624537926196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=9093589624537926196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9093589624537926196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9093589624537926196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-my-brother-doug.html' title='For My Brother, Doug'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7289310195346901135</id><published>2008-11-08T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:34:15.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute For Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>Flag Folding Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;The flag folding ceremony represents the same religious principles on which our country was originally founded. The portion of the flag denoting honor is the canton of blue containing the stars representing the states our veterans served in uniform. The canton field of blue dresses from left to right and is inverted when draped as a pall on a casket of a veteran who has served our country in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;In the Armed Forces of the United States, at the ceremony of retreat the flag is lowered, folded in a triangle fold and kept under watch throughout the night as a tribute to our nation's honored dead. The next morning it is brought out and, at the ceremony of reveille, run aloft as a symbol of our belief in the resurrection of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wait for the Honor Guard or Flag Detail to unravel and fold the flag into a quarter fold--resume reading when Honor Guard is standing ready.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first fold of our flag is a symbol of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second fold is a symbol of our belief in the eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veteran departing our ranks who gave a portion of life for the defense of our country to attain a peace throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth fold represents our weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in times of war for His divine guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth fold is a tribute to our country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, "Our country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth fold is for where our hearts lie. It is with our heart that we pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seventh fold is a tribute to our Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that we protect our country and our flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of our republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighth fold is a tribute to the one who entered in to the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day, and to honor mother, for whom it flies on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ninth fold is a tribute to womanhood; for it has been through their faith, love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great have been molded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenth fold is a tribute to father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of our country since they were first born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eleventh fold, in the eyes of a Hebrew citizen, represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon, and glorifies, in their eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twelfth fold, in the eyes of a Christian citizen, represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in their eyes, God the Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost, reminding us of our national motto, "In God we Trust."&lt;br /&gt;(Wait for the Honor Guard or Flag Detail to inspect the flag--after the inspection, resume reading.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington and the sailors and marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for us the rights, privileges, and freedoms we enjoy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad read this in front of a crowded auditorium. He was (and is) the Commander of the American Legion Post in Mound City, MO. There was the whole school (which isn't THAT big, but big enough). My brother was there in his uniform, as well. It was very exciting. I am proud of them and all of the veteran's and their families for the GREAT JOB that they do. Thank you so much. All of you do the best job without a whole lot of appreciation from anyone. You are just doing what Uncle Sam tells you. That is what you have done from World War 1 to Vietnam to Iraq. Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We SALUTE you, Roxi and Bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7289310195346901135?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7289310195346901135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7289310195346901135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7289310195346901135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7289310195346901135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/tribute-for-veterans-day.html' title='A Tribute For Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-699616678647272207</id><published>2008-11-08T21:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:16:59.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You All Of You Veterans!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbbGi3mTjCo&amp;hl=en&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/mbbGi3mTjCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-699616678647272207?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/699616678647272207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=699616678647272207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/699616678647272207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/699616678647272207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-all-of-you-veterans.html' title='Thank You All Of You Veterans!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-6571178811897551211</id><published>2008-11-03T20:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:46:14.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day Today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SQ-zvXXo31I/AAAAAAAAADI/vwYCPsyyxLU/s1600-h/bill+painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SQ-zvXXo31I/AAAAAAAAADI/vwYCPsyyxLU/s320/bill+painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264624115727785810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill has been painting all day today. We took a break to go up to Grandma and Grandpa (Bill's Grandparents) to take a shower. They had went to St. Joe to the eye doctor this morning and they had just gotten back when we went up. Grandma looks really tired, but she is 85. So she deserves to be a little tired. I know at 37 I am very tired all of the time. And I know that when I was a kid I couldn't go to St. Joe without going to sleep before Mound City and that was only 10 miles from the house. So to go to St. Joe I would be out for hours there and back. And then when I got home I would still be tired. I am still that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home Bill went back to painting and I started supper. I made some Friendship Bread today. I really like it, the last one was a whole lot more cinnamony than either one of us like, so I cut out some of it and then we added some raisins to it. It turned out REALLY GOOD. We had to go to Tarkio this morning so we could get some groceries, but besides that we just sat at home and baked and painted. That bread made the house smell really good. Besides that not much else is going on, but that is the way we like it. "Quiet on the homefront" kinda thing. No drama, just quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the boys yesterday, like they said we would. Which is nothing new there. So when we have plans and we say they can't stay then I feel bad, but just think back to whne they didn't come by. Their father called earlier and asked if Bobby was here, and Bill told him no. Apparently, he told the guy down the street that he was coming here to say hi, but GUESS WHAT, he didn't. He is 17, so I shouldn't say too much. But sometimes, it really hurts. But that is life. It don't get any easier, so they say. BUT, it will for us, this Disciple's Cross, is going to be great for us. We don't ask for anything extravagant, just our bills to be paid on time and a little bit of gas in the car (now that we have one.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am giong to get off of here and let my Baby take me to bed and make life go away. So good-night all and let your Baby hold you real tight. &lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-6571178811897551211?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/6571178811897551211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=6571178811897551211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6571178811897551211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/6571178811897551211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-day-today.html' title='Busy Day Today!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SQ-zvXXo31I/AAAAAAAAADI/vwYCPsyyxLU/s72-c/bill+painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2171556928856672750</id><published>2008-11-02T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:15:34.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to My Baby "Billy Bayou"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwAMyufes8w&amp;hl=en&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/YwAMyufes8w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7462044887481184851-2171556928856672750?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2171556928856672750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2171556928856672750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2171556928856672750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2171556928856672750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/tribute-to-my-baby-billy-bayou.html' title='A Tribute to My Baby &quot;Billy Bayou&quot;'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2757224284167400455</id><published>2008-11-02T11:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:57:27.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life At The Hamilton's</title><content type='html'>Bill is outside cutting out crafts today. Right now he is cutting out a JOY sign. He is really excited about the Etsy Shop, and he already has a person that has picked him as their favorite. I will let him tell you all about it later when he has time. But I am so excited for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on the laundry. There wasn't that much because my Baby did laundry the other day. I am just finishing it up. There was about 3 or 4 loads. About 2 loads in a real washer. But it makes me feel so good to have all of the laundry done. I have always been that way. I know that it isn't that big of a deal but I just love to have all of my chores done. I am so weird. Pre-Bill I always had to have that kind of stuff done before I could go anywhere (with my ex and with my parents). So now even with Bill I can just relax when the dishes and the laundry are done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much else going on. The boys are supposed to be coming over for a little while today. Who knows when they will show up. They will have to go home tonight to get ready for school tomorrow, but I will be able to spend time with them none the less. So we are waiting on them. Their father and the "thing" that lives with him are so unpredictable it is NOT even funny. We talked to Trey the other day and they were selling his Popcorn for the Boy Scouts. He was in his uniform and everything, he is so handsome. Takes after his MOM. LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get off of here and go outside with my Baby. Take care, folks. Talk to you later. &lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2757224284167400455?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2757224284167400455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2757224284167400455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2757224284167400455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2757224284167400455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-at-hamiltons.html' title='Life At The Hamilton&apos;s'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-310755394763866383</id><published>2008-10-28T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:21:39.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I put that song on here for everyone to know to please, please take care of our children they are ALL GOD'S CHILDREN. If they are step-kids or our own, THEY ARE ALL GOD'S CHILDREN. He put them on this Earth for all of us to take care of them. So please when the kids are out Trick-or-Treating or sitting on your laps listening to the stories that you are reading them, or doing the dishes while you are sitting in front of the T.V. please put them in your arms and tell them that you are proud of them and that you love them. Not just your favorite all of them. And remember that God trusted you with them to take care of them not to beat them or mistreat them with your angry words. It is NOT what you say, but HOW you say them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about my preaching, I was looking on You Tube and found this one and "Dear Mr. Jesus." They little girl singing it is absolutely heart-breaking. But I also know that if you don't take care of them that God WILL get his revenge. Jon Benet Ramseys' mother ended up getting cancer and SUFFERED WAY WORSE than poor Jon Benet. That is the wonderful way that God will get his vengeance. It is completely wonderful to tell the children that you love them everyday and you will see their smiles and warmness. They have the most wonderful smiles that will lighten up the world more than the sun does. I love to see our kids smile. Just look at my header and you will see Little Gabriels' and My Baby's smile. A smile is the cheapest thing that you can give someone else. And it also makes people wonder what you are thinking. So there are 2 good reasons why you should smile and make our children smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to bed soon. Give the children kisses and hugs, have them pray to their Heavenly Father. I am going to go to bed and let my Baby hold me real tight. Baby, you are so welcome for fighting your demons with you. I love you with all of my heart and soul. So good night all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-310755394763866383?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/310755394763866383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=310755394763866383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/310755394763866383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/310755394763866383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-put-that-song-on-here-for-everyone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2138584358794410178</id><published>2008-10-28T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:05:27.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of All The Horror!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvBbBQOifx4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvBbBQOifx4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/7462044887481184851-2138584358794410178?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2138584358794410178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2138584358794410178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2138584358794410178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2138584358794410178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-all-horror.html' title='Of All The Horror!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1908352623608154407</id><published>2008-10-27T19:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:01:40.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Lazy Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SQZe2cfsEUI/AAAAAAAAACw/cCx1OOWYDz0/s1600-h/sweety+crocheting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261997504084054338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SQZe2cfsEUI/AAAAAAAAACw/cCx1OOWYDz0/s320/sweety+crocheting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday, we went to the Crafter's Barn and Bill got me some little ornaments to embroider so today I got them all done. There are 4 of them. We will have to take a picture of them. They are about 4" around and there is a Christmas Tree, a candle, an ornament, and a candy cane. They are really cute and really easy to do. I got one done a day. So today we went to Grandma's and got some batting so I got one of them all done with a red ribbon to hang on. I am going to try to find some little bells to hang on the bottom. I had some but I am TERRIBLE and I can't remember where I put them. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture I put on tonight is one that my Baby took of me while I was crocheting a pair of slippers. One year, when we had NO INCOME, I made some little slippers for everyone. And I also made some engraved pictures for the kids. I made Michael an owl (because he likes to stay up all night), Bobby a tiger (because he likes them), Elizabeth an angel, and Trey a monkey face (because I have always called him my "monkeybutt"). And of course they got slippers. Last year we made all of the kids cd's to listen to of the songs that they like. Bill gives everyone lawn ornaments which are so beautiful. This year since we got such good results with the homemade items, that is what they are getting. So SURPRISE, Mom and Don!! Sorry. I was talking to Bill about making my folks, sister, and brother some bread. I will make my mom and dad a loaf of that Friendship Bread and give my brother and sister a starter kit of it. I hope they like it. I know I love baking for everyone. Except my mom, she can't believe that I actually make it all from scratch and she calls me "Little Suzy Homemaker" I hate that, my ex-mother-in-law's name was Suzy and she didn't work or anything. So to call me that is so WRONG!! I am really thinking differently about what to give my mom at least. My sister won't call me that. I made some rolls (from scratch) and took them to work for Patsy and Bernie and my mom was there (which I didn't know it) and she called me that. I didn't give her one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anway, it just teaches me to NEVER, EVER do that to our kids. I don't care what they do, or don't do, we will NEVER do that to them. So I am getting off of here so we can go to bed and hold my Baby real tight. I hope he sleeps a whole lot better. His demons are getting pretty bad at night. So good-night all and keep the demons away by holding your Baby real tight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roxi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-1908352623608154407?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1908352623608154407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1908352623608154407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1908352623608154407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1908352623608154407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-lazy-day.html' title='A Very Lazy Day!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SQZe2cfsEUI/AAAAAAAAACw/cCx1OOWYDz0/s72-c/sweety+crocheting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7066773913968312329</id><published>2008-10-25T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:39:21.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Night!!</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda messed up. I seen a guy that I really haven't seen for a long time and really could have been a WHOLE LOT LONGER!! He didn't see me and nothing was said so it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael went to his mom's for awhile today, he is home already. His and Liz's little sister, Abby, and Liz were walking up the steps today (she always has to come in and use the bathroom- EVERYTIME) and Bill was painting. All of a sudden he hears from Abby "We're coming up Bill." It was so cute. She will be 3 next month. She really likes Michael coming over, and since he don't stay very long, then she gets upset. She is Lisa ( Bill's ex-wife and Elizabeth and Michaels' mom), Abby is her daughter. And she has this afro hairdo going on. We don't have any pics of her yet, but we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we watched a REALLY, REALLY GREAT movie. And if any of you have the chance read the book and watch the movie. It was "The Five People You Will Meet In Heaven" by Mitch Albom. It was ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL. I sat here and bawled just the way I did when I read the book. It made us really think about what will happen when Bill or I die before the other one. I really hate thinking about losing Bill any time, and being away from him. I know what I was like with my depression before Bill, and I really hate to think what I will be like after being with him and having a wonderful life and then lose him. It will definitely destroy me. He is absolutely wonderful. I don't know how anyone could ever hurt him. I know that when I am around no one says anything to him, because I will straighten them out. There was a woman who he knew when he was younger and she got him in trouble. She came into Casey's one day and said "is that all you do is stand around here." And me and my mouth inform her "Yes, that way I know that there are no women that ever touch him or even look at him without me stopping it." She just turned around and left. I hate it when people mouth off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will get off of the soapbox. I am going to get off of here and go and let my Baby hold me real tight and pray that nothing happens tonight or any time to soon and just Thank God for every minute that I have with him. So good night all. Let your baby's hold you real tight and pray that everything will be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7066773913968312329?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7066773913968312329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7066773913968312329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7066773913968312329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7066773913968312329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-night.html' title='A Great Night!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-534189340351171425</id><published>2008-10-21T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:20:23.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was weird, AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>Today I thought that we really needed some inspiration.  That was why I put that song on here. It really is beautiful. The one's singing it (if you didn't know) was Charlene Dillard, and the Dillards' are the one's playing the instruments. They actually are Bluegrass Players from down South Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call at work from a lady from here in Fairfax and she asked me if Bill would want to have a booth at the Craft Fair that is going on November 1st. I switched hours with a girl at work so I could be there with him. I am so excited, he is going to do it!! He isn't going to go to the one in Shen. but he is going to do the one here in town. I can't wait for him to do it. Like they say "God doesn't close one door, without opening up another." So he is working so hard to have the crafts ready for that one.  I will let him tell you more about it on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is lightning down south. It rained pretty good today.  It got pretty cold out there today. Everytime that I went outside I had Bills' coat on. I don't have one, I really, REALLY like wearing his. That way EVERYONE knows that I am his. And I have him with me even when I am not with him. I am going to get off of here for now. Goodnight all. The storm may rattle the windows but as long as you are in your Babys' arms it can't get in to hurt you. So let him or her hold you real tight. Take care and say your prayers, because God does listen. Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-534189340351171425?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/534189340351171425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=534189340351171425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/534189340351171425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/534189340351171425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-weird-again.html' title='Today was weird, AGAIN!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-8156706539178079817</id><published>2008-10-21T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:07:03.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL SONG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQtXEb7C30o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQtXEb7C30o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/7462044887481184851-8156706539178079817?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/8156706539178079817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=8156706539178079817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8156706539178079817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/8156706539178079817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-song.html' title='BEAUTIFUL SONG!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-2950076334470862852</id><published>2008-10-20T19:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:07:19.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!! Gotta go to work tomorrow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SP0oKl2gDtI/AAAAAAAAACI/JnsmkFX5u18/s1600-h/disciples+cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259404102263115474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SP0oKl2gDtI/AAAAAAAAACI/JnsmkFX5u18/s320/disciples+cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love having my week-end, they are not Saturday and Sunday, but Sunday and Monday. I really love having 2 days off, but I hate going back on Tuesday. I know that I have to FOR NOW, but not much longer. I love our relationship because it does not take too much money to support us and make us happy. We live in a 1971 Trailer, we drive a 1985 Oldsmobile, and we have BASIC cable, we have BASIC phone, and we eat hamburgers and chicken (if it is on sale), and we if we get anything that is unusual for us (but basic for most folks) it is on sale. Like today, we went to Hy-Vee to get some things and one of those was Oreos. And of course they were on sale 2 for $5. And I had to tell Bill to get them, because he was really eyeing them. We don't ever go to the movies, if we eat out it is to McDonalds, which is just as good to us as The Golden Corral (or wherever) is to anyone else. So FOR NOW, I will go to work and do the best that I can to make the money to pay the bills. And Bill is going to keep making woodcrafts and make the other money for us to get by until the 1st of November. On the 1st we ARE GOING TO SEND off for those Disciples Crosses and we are both going to do those. We are SO EXCITED about making them, because we know that it IS GOD'S WILL.  Here is one of them. They are so beautiful. Neither one of us can wait to start making them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Bill cut out a whole lot of crafts today and right now he is putting primer on them. He cut out the "hillbilly couple" and we went to the library to get the "Spoofhounds" sign. I made the Friendship Bread today and we took a loaf up to Bill's Grandparents. They ate some while Bill was taking a shower and they said it was really good. So for supper we had Ghoulash and we ate some of the bread. It really is good. Thank you, Linda for the advice. I talked to Bill and told him that I actually love to bake and it really makes it so much better when the man that I love enjoys eating it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am going to get off of here and we are going to bed so my BABY can hold me. Let your man hold you real tight and you won't have any nightmares or get cold at all. It is the most exciting moment of the day and night. It is the time of day that Bill and I can be alone and no ONE can bother us without hearing "YOU BEST BE DYING!!" or "GO FIND A FRIEND, WE DON"T CARE!!" I know that that isn't the best way to be. But everyone has all day to bother us and they are not going to do it when we go to bed. That is our philosophy on life. SO goodnight all. Have a good night, I know we will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roxi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-2950076334470862852?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/2950076334470862852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=2950076334470862852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2950076334470862852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/2950076334470862852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh-gotta-go-to-work-tomorrow.html' title='UGH!! Gotta go to work tomorrow!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SP0oKl2gDtI/AAAAAAAAACI/JnsmkFX5u18/s72-c/disciples+cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5224995033441016374</id><published>2008-10-19T20:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:05:41.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Had a Great Day!!</title><content type='html'>Bill has been very, very busy. I am so happy for him. And we are both thanking God for what he has done for us both. I slept most of the afternoon away while he was so busy, I just felt LAZY today. Bill says that I am not but that I needed to just "wind down". That is what his best friend, Byron told him when he was alive. He said that the first day when he was off that it takes most of the day to relax and un-wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what I did all day. My sister called me today. She didn't have too much to say. Tomorrow I get to make my Friendship Bread (thank you Linda for the advice!!) And then on Thursday or Friday I get to make Puppy Chow for our son Bobby. He is turning 17 on Friday. He loves that Puppy Chow. Elizabeth had me make her some at her house last Christmas. It was so much fun. So Bill and I decided to make Bobby some Puppy Chow instead of cupcakes. I hope that he likes it better. I am sure he will. He is playing football this year for Craig-Fairfax team. They have a game on his birthday. I can't wait to go and watch him play. We haven't been able to watch yet this year. But, hopefully we get to this week, if I feel better. I still have a bad cough and my head and chest is still congested. So hopefully!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to get off of here and let my Baby hold me real tight!! Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5224995033441016374?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5224995033441016374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5224995033441016374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5224995033441016374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5224995033441016374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/bill-had-great-day.html' title='Bill Had a Great Day!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5458423387741572751</id><published>2008-10-18T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:12:11.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary, Baby!!</title><content type='html'>Three years and one month ago I moved in with Bill and Michael. That is the best thing that I have ever done with my life, and my happiest moment- besides having my children. But I know that our love is so much more beautiful than anything that I have ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bill treated me with doing the laundry today- which is a whole lot of work. We use a wringer washer, we let the water drain into a 5-gallon bucket, and dump it in the sink,  and we hang the clothes out to dry on the line. So we are not talking about putting it in the washer and just taking it out and putting it in the dryer. And I appreciate it so much. He also was going to do supper, but I beat him to that one. We had fried chicken and mashed potatoes. They were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get off of here. Good Night to all and let your Baby hold you real tight, I know I am. And Thank you, baby, happy anniversary!!&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5458423387741572751?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5458423387741572751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5458423387741572751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5458423387741572751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5458423387741572751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-anniversary-baby.html' title='Happy Anniversary, Baby!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-7937346317872941054</id><published>2008-10-18T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:42:41.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SPpzoDw6VzI/AAAAAAAAACA/4nor8QG1y4Q/s1600-h/thank+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258642646950893362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SPpzoDw6VzI/AAAAAAAAACA/4nor8QG1y4Q/s320/thank+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!! I can't believe that you did the laundry today, hung it on the line, painted, and sold your doo-dads. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You will never know how much it means to me that you do all the things that you do for me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Love with all of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Roxi Christina Hamilton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-7937346317872941054?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/7937346317872941054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=7937346317872941054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7937346317872941054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/7937346317872941054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-my-baby.html' title='For My Baby!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SPpzoDw6VzI/AAAAAAAAACA/4nor8QG1y4Q/s72-c/thank+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-68454463189667384</id><published>2008-10-17T19:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:22:19.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Night For Bill!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SPkz583oJ9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qba4LoKMkcI/s1600-h/bill+painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258291110616770514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SPkz583oJ9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qba4LoKMkcI/s320/bill+painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill has been painting all day, I am so proud of him. He was sitting here this morning and the phone rang while it was raining and Darryl (the phone fixer-upper guy) called and there was some static on the line (as usual) when it is raining. At least this time we couldn't hear the neighbor's conversation, we couldn't hear anything but static. Anyway, Darryl showed up with this other guy who had a bucket truck and they finally fixed our phone (hopefully). Anyway, they got done with that and they came over and was looking at Bills' woodcrafts (which Darryl really likes them) and the other guy said that he had to go and get his wife and let her look at how well he does. So Bill came up to Tarkio to get me and we were coming home and he was telling me all about it (and was I excited for him!!) and we turned the corner to come home and there was a car in the driveway and there was 3 people standing out there looking at the crafts. It was the other guy and his wife and their son. They brought the pilgrim adn indian sets, they bought some punkins, they bought the snoopy punkin, and also put in an order for a hillbilly couple with the "We Don't use 911" on it, and also a "Spoofhound" sign. They even paid for them all. I AM SO PROUD OF HIM!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a messed up day before I came home today. At work (which I have worked there for almost 9 months and fulltime for almost 6 months) I had to fill out another job application (my 3rd one) because they lost the other one's. Patsy or Sonja lost my other one, Patsy or Corporate lost the last one, and now this one the District Manager was going to send it herself to corporate. I asked her (while I was working) if I had a pretty good chance of getting a job. She just smiled at me and said that I had a pretty good chance. It was pretty good, I didn't have to do the truck today. Hopefully, I won't have to again. My shoulders and elbow really hurts after doing it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I got to add flour, sugar, and milk to my Friendship Bread. I am excited about it, but also a little apprehensive. There is milk in it and we don't put it in the fridge?! I have never heard of that without it getting clabbered. I guess we can have cottage cheese and bread all in one, ha! This si the first one that I have ever gotten. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That is the news that is news from CornField County." I have always wanted to say that. ;) I know, I know!! I am so weird, that is what I get told (and not from Bill). I am feeling better by the way. I am still coughing and my nose is still stuffed, but feeling better none the less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for now I am going to let you go. Don't forget to let your Baby hold you real tight, I know I am. Thanks for listening. And good night! And yes Baby, I am very proud of you. I love you with all of my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roxi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-68454463189667384?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/68454463189667384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=68454463189667384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/68454463189667384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/68454463189667384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-night-for-bill.html' title='A Great Night For Bill!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SPkz583oJ9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qba4LoKMkcI/s72-c/bill+painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-5577929464576638514</id><published>2008-10-16T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:24:13.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Wrong With Our Kids??!!</title><content type='html'>There is something wrong with kids now-a-days. There is a neighbor girl who called us from the Buchanon Jail the other night. It is so STUPID, not even funny. None of the kids now even think about 10, 20, 30 or even 40 years down the road. What the hell is wrong with them. Ok, I know it is rhetorical, but I would just like to ask. You know, just like those girls who had that pact about having babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sometimes I get to chasing rabbits and say too much. Sorry, anyway that girl just got out of jail for (get this) forgery. She just graduated high school and went to St Joe to college this August. She just acted like nothing happened. She thinks that she will just get probation, and if she does than I am going to have a fit. We would have the book thrown at us. I don't know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat here and told Bill a whole bunch of lies. You can tell when she does it is so funny, she actually stops to think of what she is saying. Any other time she totally has mouth-vomit. Just rambling about anything. Kind of like I am on here, huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I called in last night because I was feeling like I was ran over with a roller. I have it in my head and chest. A pretty bad cough and a whole lot of sniffling. I slept all afternoon. I would say that I am lazy (which I am) but I still am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get off of here because Bill is fixing supper. We are having his favorite, spaghetti. So good-bye for tonight and let your baby hold you real tight. I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-5577929464576638514?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/5577929464576638514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=5577929464576638514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5577929464576638514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/5577929464576638514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-wrong-with-our-kids.html' title='What Is Wrong With Our Kids??!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-1906470124761201055</id><published>2008-10-14T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:20:49.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proven Facts and a Weird night!!</title><content type='html'>Bill is painting on the snowmen. They are so cute. I am still not feeling well. My nose is all stopped up and draining. I don't know what is wrong with me. I really think that after Saturday night I was so stressed at work that that did not help me out at all. When I was with my ex I was sick ALOT!! Since I have been with Bill this is the first time that I have been really sick and I really think that it is because of stress. Can't scientifically prove it, BUT that is what I think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us women there is a scientifcally proven fact that I have come up with. Bill rolls his eyes everytime that I tell the fact. The fact is is CHOCOLATE is a fruit and a vegetable. It hangs on a tree so that makes it a fruit. It comes in a bean that makes it a vegetable. And if you have Milk chocolate then you have your dairy. And if you have nuts in it than you have your protein. So see there it is your whole food group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weird night that we are having. Someone called us from the Buchanon county jail which is in St Joe Mo. Our phone is all statically so there was no way that we could hear the name of the person. We called over to our daughter's to make sure that it wasn't her and her boyfriend. It wasn't them so we have no clue who it was. One time (not tonight) I got a phone call from a lady who asked for my ex-husband. The phone is in my name- in my maiden name at that. So this lady asked for my ex.husband and I began to inform her that he does NOT live here NOR has he ever and I WANTED to know how she got MY NUMBER. I was not nice to her at all. Then the skank ended up telling me that it was business. Well, I informed her that her calling me made it my business. I told her that the next thing out of her mouth had better be her name and her BUSINESS. We went around with that one about 4 or 5 times. So finally she told me and said that she wouldn't call here again. I told her that that would be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how strange it is around here. Anyway, you have a great night and don't forget to hold let your man hold you real tight. I know I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-1906470124761201055?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/1906470124761201055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=1906470124761201055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1906470124761201055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/1906470124761201055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/proven-facts-and-weird-night.html' title='Proven Facts and a Weird night!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-9162477960632405520</id><published>2008-10-13T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:54:15.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Like Poop!!</title><content type='html'>Not that I know what poop feels like, but if it what I feel today than real nasty. Last night when we went to bed my throat hurt pretty bad. I smoked more yesterday than I have in a long time. That is what we think it is. So today my throat is still hurting and I can't talk very loud, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill took the car up to get it fixed and his Grandfather picked him up. So he just called and checked on it and they just got the starter. So hopefully, this fixes it.  Grandpa is going to take him up and get it here in a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and laid down a while and Bill just got to sleep when Trey Daniel came home from school. His father called and said that he was to go to the elevator, but he had a note to come here. So who knows what is going on. But I love to see him even for a little bit. Right now he is in the bedroom watching SpongeBob and eating some leftover pizza. His favorite things to do, eat and watch cartoons. He is 8-years-old. Bobby, his brother, is 17. Then we also have Elizabeth who is 22, and Michael who is 15. Michael lives with us. Elizabeth has 2 children Jessica who is 3, she lives with her grandparents, and Gabriel (who is in Bill's arms in the picture on the header)who is 15-months-old. He is a turd just like "papa." ;) He likes to get into "papa's" paint. He doesn't paint with it he just takes it off the paint cart and throws it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you go for now and let you get on with your life. Have a Blessed Night and Hold you Man real tight. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-9162477960632405520?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/9162477960632405520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=9162477960632405520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9162477960632405520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/9162477960632405520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/feel-like-poop.html' title='Feel Like Poop!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462044887481184851.post-4661168235824645007</id><published>2008-10-12T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:34:51.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's have some fun!!</title><content type='html'>Bill has been telling me to start my own "blog" so here I am with this. Bill is my husband. He is absolutely wonderful to me and my kids. I work at a small gas station in a town up the road from us. I had to close last night (I got off at 11) so I didn't get my kids this weekend because my ex is a jerk and won't let them come here unless I am off of work the night or at least earlier than 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill makes woodcrafts and they are so pretty. He does such a good job on them. He is making supper for us tonight, because I feel like I am lazy, he says that he wants me to rest. So I am resting. I always tell him that he is "one-in-a-million." No men (and I know lots of them) would support and love their wife the way Bill does. A good example is when I first fell in love with him in 2005 I asked him if I took a cake out to my kids at the cemetary (Allen was going to be 16 and Sarah was going to be 10 in July 2006), and I wanted to take a cake out to them to celebrate. My husband (at the time) said that I was stupid and to get over losing them. I asked Bill (he came in and got gas for his rider where I worked) and he said "It was a great idea and he would take me out there." He left and mowed his yard and came back and said "How about we get a couple of ballons , and you write a letter to Allen and Sarah, and let go of it and it flow up to heaven." I bawled and he was crying (something my husband-then wouldn't do). Just an example. There is so much more that he does for me that there is no way I could say on here at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will talk to you later. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Roxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462044887481184851-4661168235824645007?l=hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/feeds/4661168235824645007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462044887481184851&amp;postID=4661168235824645007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4661168235824645007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462044887481184851/posts/default/4661168235824645007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamiltonhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-have-some-fun.html' title='Let&apos;s have some fun!!'/><author><name>Roxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00424089835459699826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgVtWR-_7mM/SYD3k3k5tAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJYIkUZTGnE/S220/grandma+%26+gabe+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
