<?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-2885713206240036917</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:19:05.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabithas Collectibles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-6734746576121744132</id><published>2010-04-15T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:11:44.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Spring is such a wonderful time of year.&amp;nbsp; No matter how heavy your heart, no matter what kind of funk you're in, no matter if you've lost hope, your heart can't help but be lifted and brightened by all the rebirth that takes place in the spring.&amp;nbsp; Little flowers popping up from the earth.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful blooms on the trees.&amp;nbsp; The Robins bouncing around looking for worms.&amp;nbsp; The horses and cows basking in the sunshine. You can't help but feel hopeful, surrounded by all of this beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-6734746576121744132?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/6734746576121744132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=6734746576121744132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/6734746576121744132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/6734746576121744132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-6416888821059644761</id><published>2010-03-13T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:37:04.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reminder To Be Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I felt really badly today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A man called and asked for Papaya Concentrate.&amp;nbsp; I don't carry that &amp;amp; told him so.&amp;nbsp; He sounded a little out of it, so I grew impatient when he asked a few more questions.&amp;nbsp; He asked if I was sure, yes I was sure, &amp;amp; he asked if I knew where he could get it &amp;amp; I told him he could call Whole Foods.&amp;nbsp; Well, I waited on a few more customers &amp;amp; the phone rang again, my mom answered it.&amp;nbsp; I could tell by her responses that it was the same guy.&amp;nbsp; I'm giving her faces that indicated he just called &amp;amp; I said no!&amp;nbsp; Well, as a few minutes passed, my mom was almost in tears in response to the conversation.&amp;nbsp; Turns out, this man's father is in Hospice, with Pancreatic Cancer, close to dying &amp;amp; he was looking for a few things, anything that might help.&amp;nbsp; I felt my stomach drop as I realized what was going on!&amp;nbsp; While my mom was still on the phone with him, I tried getting a hold of a few other Health Food Stores in the area, they didn't have it.&amp;nbsp; I can order it but it won't be in til next Friday.&amp;nbsp; It's easy to forget that there is a lot of pain out there and each individual human being is going through something, sometimes extraordinarily sad circumstances that we have no clue about.&amp;nbsp; This man told my mother that he had found our website and by reading through the newsletters and blog, he realized how much we cared about people and that's why he called.&amp;nbsp; I was reminded of that by this man.&amp;nbsp; It's easy for me to lose patience, but I'm going to work on that.&amp;nbsp; I want to be of help at the other end of the line, not another burden for the person who's calling.&amp;nbsp; It ALWAYS pays to be KIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-6416888821059644761?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/6416888821059644761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=6416888821059644761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/6416888821059644761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/6416888821059644761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/03/reminder-to-be-kind.html' title='A Reminder To Be Kind'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-7032568018346013225</id><published>2010-02-12T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:32:11.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Another reason why I love my job?&amp;nbsp; Our customers.&amp;nbsp; We have the pleasure of dealing with so many sweet people with so many interesting stories.&amp;nbsp; Today, I was finishing up with one of my customers, who happens to have a French accent, and she mentioned that she'd be going back to Canada soon, and another customer who was standing next in line waiting said: "what part of Canada are you from?", "New Brunswick", the other customer replied, "I was your neighbor!".&amp;nbsp; Come to find out, the customer waiting in line was from Maine, and the two ladies lived just across the river from each other.&amp;nbsp; The conversation continued, and names of towns were exchanged and it was becoming more evident that they were truly "neighbors".&amp;nbsp; Then one customer mentioned the name of someone and it turns out that the customer who's from New Brunswick, that's her best friend who she is going to see in a couple of weeks when she goes back!&amp;nbsp; They started telling stories of how they would ice skate across that river, the Canadian girls would want to skate across and see the American boys and the American girls would skate across to see the Canadian boys...........we all smiled and laughed and it was just such a nice moment shared.&amp;nbsp; It's most certainly a small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-7032568018346013225?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/7032568018346013225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=7032568018346013225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7032568018346013225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7032568018346013225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Small World'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-502420865419165449</id><published>2010-02-11T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:35:50.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;When life becomes a battleground, your mind is your best weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-502420865419165449?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/502420865419165449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=502420865419165449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/502420865419165449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/502420865419165449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/02/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought For The Day'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-3783025661785868358</id><published>2010-01-27T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:18:20.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister Is A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My sister lives in Pennsylvania, three and a half hours away.&amp;nbsp; Besides the times that we get together and play, she is always, always, always here in times of need.&amp;nbsp; My step-dad has been near death for the past week and finally passed away.&amp;nbsp; When we called Robin she appeared.&amp;nbsp; She is strong and she is the glue that holds us together.&amp;nbsp; She is calm and she is smart and she is wise and she bridges all the gaps.&amp;nbsp; I'm the loud, and impatient sister.&amp;nbsp; I want my mom to get to the point and my sister allows my mom to get to the point when she's ready.&amp;nbsp; I do better when I'm working, not so good sitting by someone's side as they slip away.&amp;nbsp; My sister can do that, and she does.&amp;nbsp; We do this interesting dance of she doing what she does best and I doing what I do best.&amp;nbsp; My sister is such a gift, words cannot express how much I love her and how much I admire her and how much I appreciate her.&amp;nbsp; My sister is a gift.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-3783025661785868358?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/3783025661785868358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=3783025661785868358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/3783025661785868358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/3783025661785868358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sister-is-gift.html' title='My Sister Is A Gift'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-8744059017093562043</id><published>2010-01-26T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:19:14.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Herache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My step-dad passed away today.&amp;nbsp; We had an interesting relationship to say the least.&amp;nbsp; Suffice it to say, it was a relationship consisting of a lot of the drama that is inherent in&amp;nbsp;some step-dad/step-daughter relationships.&amp;nbsp; That aside, I will always be grateful to Herache for this.......my own father was sick and dying from Cancer when I was 18.&amp;nbsp; My dad could no longer take care of himself and Herache agreed to let my dad come live with us.&amp;nbsp; My sister and my mom and I took care of my dad until the day he passed away.&amp;nbsp; Herache didn't have to agree to that, and I will forever be grateful to him that he did.&amp;nbsp; He allowed for my dad to pass away with dignity.&amp;nbsp; Today I am reminded of that and grateful for that, and I am grateful that Herache is no longer suffering.&amp;nbsp; Goodbye Herache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-8744059017093562043?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/8744059017093562043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=8744059017093562043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/8744059017093562043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/8744059017093562043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-herache.html' title='Goodbye Herache'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-8910939042871402679</id><published>2010-01-16T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:14:38.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Today one of my very, very regular customers came in to our store.&amp;nbsp; I was cashing someone else out and my mom was putting the items in a bag, and we were chatting as usual, laughing, chatting, laughing and chatting.&amp;nbsp; Our "very regular" customer was waiting patiently for us to finish up with the other customer, and I could just tell that she wasn't quite right.&amp;nbsp; My mom noticed it too, I could tell.....we've been together for 43 years now, it's all pretty understood between us.&amp;nbsp; We finished with the previous customer and rang up an item for our "very regular" customer.&amp;nbsp; My mom said, "are you o.k.?", and I said, "you are not o.k., something is wrong".&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;burst into tears and told us that her daughter's dog had passed away.&amp;nbsp; Her daughter had adopted her 4 or 5 years ago and now she was 12 and had had a stroke and passed.&amp;nbsp; Our customer was broken hearted, and as a mother was of course absorbing the pain of her daughter.&amp;nbsp; You can say all the things you're supposed to say, but it really doesn't matter, it's horrible to lose a pet.&amp;nbsp; We are dog lovers and know that pain.&amp;nbsp; Our customer proceeded to tell us that the vet came to her daughter's house and "took care" of the dog while she lay in her daughter's arms.&amp;nbsp; I admire that.&amp;nbsp; I don't know that I could do that.&amp;nbsp; I have my own dog, he's 12 years old now, I know he won't last forever, but I fear "that day".&amp;nbsp; I just don't think I can have him in my arms when that happens, that feeling will haunt me, I know it.&amp;nbsp; I worried about that today,&amp;nbsp;whether or not that is selfish on my part, I still don't think I'll be able to do that.&amp;nbsp; I don't know, I guess it's just best to take it one day at a time and love my little gift while I have him and cross that bridge when it comes.&amp;nbsp; Our dogs definitely leave their pawprints on our hearts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-8910939042871402679?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/8910939042871402679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=8910939042871402679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/8910939042871402679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/8910939042871402679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-loss.html' title='Love &amp; Loss'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-4886867023788667348</id><published>2010-01-13T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:57:29.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sanctuary For Special Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I was listening to the Today show this morning and I learned about this &lt;a href="http://www.petswithdisabilities.org/index.html"&gt;Sanctuary For Special Dogs&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I think what they do is wonderful, so I wanted to share the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-4886867023788667348?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/4886867023788667348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=4886867023788667348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/4886867023788667348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/4886867023788667348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/01/sanctuary-for-special-dogs.html' title='A Sanctuary For Special Dogs'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-3351097892583464016</id><published>2010-01-05T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:41:50.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Open'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm reading the new book by Andre &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Agassi&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Open'.&amp;nbsp; It attracted me for the reason that many of us get caught up in the "what should be" for us, instead of really figuring out what we want and what choices we individually want to make and live by.&amp;nbsp; I also admire him for his &lt;a href="http://www.agassifoundation.org/"&gt;foundation&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that he has set up and runs and the success rate that&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;has had.&amp;nbsp; It's really all so simple and just gets all complicated by all the red tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-3351097892583464016?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/3351097892583464016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=3351097892583464016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/3351097892583464016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/3351097892583464016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/01/open.html' title='&apos;Open&apos;'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-5270007694980871794</id><published>2010-01-03T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:25:08.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So I was talking to my sister earlier this week.&amp;nbsp; She told me about a party that my grandnephew and grandniece went to.&amp;nbsp; A friend of my sister's had a "Cookie" party.&amp;nbsp; It was about 9 or 10 kids, 17 or so recipes, and my sister's friend had all the different cookie dough's made so that when the kids came, they rolled out the dough and cut out their cookies with cookie cutters and then decorated them etc.&amp;nbsp; Then, when the cookies were done, the kids had to grab a name out of a basket full of names, older people that they knew, disabled people, etc.&amp;nbsp; They wrapped up cookies for not only themselves, but for the person or persons whose name they picked.&amp;nbsp; Then, the next day, my sister, took my grandnephew and grandniece to deliver the cookies!&amp;nbsp; All the other kids and their significant others took them to the people whose name they picked!!&amp;nbsp; Imagine the smiles and the warm hearts..........all because of a good idea and some cookies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-5270007694980871794?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/5270007694980871794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=5270007694980871794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/5270007694980871794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/5270007694980871794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/01/cookie-party.html' title='Cookie Party'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-993186521509119811</id><published>2010-01-03T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:45:40.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blustery, Cold, Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;When I woke up this morning I looked out the window and I starting thinking.&amp;nbsp; As I watched the light snow falling, and watched it spin around in the blustery wind, I lay there in my warm, cozy fleece-flannel sheets, with my little dog by my side and I thought: 'how fortunate and grateful I am to be safe and warm.&amp;nbsp; I imagined how sad it must be to be homeless in this weather, homeless and alone.&amp;nbsp; I am so very grateful for what I have.&amp;nbsp; Sure there are some things missing, but all I really need is right here.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Then I watched the CBS Morning show as I usually do and I really enjoyed learning about a girl named &lt;a href="http://50in52journey.com/"&gt;Dafna Michelson&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; In the midst of all the crazy bad news that we are bombarded with, she travels the united states looking for good people doing good deeds for good people in need.&amp;nbsp; Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;And last but not least, what do I do on Saturday when there is a 1/2 hour left before we close the store and there are no customers??&amp;nbsp; I wrap my boy Tango up in my scarf, he indulges me, and looks at me as if to say: 'make yourself happy, take my picture, uh huh, ok, now take this scarf off! :)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/S0DJiEObTyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JIQmclYTmKQ/s1600-h/Tango-scarf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/S0DJiEObTyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JIQmclYTmKQ/s400/Tango-scarf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;"&gt;I love to learn new words.&amp;nbsp; Today I was reading and came across the word 'profligacy'.&amp;nbsp; I found the word in this quote:&amp;nbsp;"Every generation has a challenge, and this, I think, is ours: to foot the bill for yesterday's profligacy - and to create instead an authentically, sustainably shared prosperity. -Umair Haque.&amp;nbsp; Profligate: -&amp;gt; adj. 1. Given over to immorality; dissolute.&amp;nbsp; 2. Recklessly wasteful; extravagant. -&amp;gt; n. A profligate person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-6923486869385098516?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/6923486869385098516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=6923486869385098516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/6923486869385098516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/6923486869385098516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/01/word-for-day.html' title='Word For The Day'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-6349972211657616791</id><published>2010-01-02T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:46:51.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Bits &amp; Pieces'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;We get this little booklet in the mail called: "Bits &amp;amp; Pieces".&amp;nbsp; It's full of quips and quotes and short stories.&amp;nbsp; I was just reading through it and this quote caught my eye:&amp;nbsp; "If what others thought of you wasn't important-if the only thing that mattered was how your heart felt about your life-what would you be doing differently?" -Melody Beattie.&amp;nbsp; It's an interesting thought to ponder.&amp;nbsp; How many boundaries, self-imposed or otherwise, do we allow to impede our heart's desire?&amp;nbsp; What IS our heart's desire?&amp;nbsp; How important is what other people think or expect of us?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-6349972211657616791?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/6349972211657616791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=6349972211657616791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/6349972211657616791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/6349972211657616791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2010/01/bits-pieces.html' title='&apos;Bits &amp; Pieces&apos;'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-2037083031161410853</id><published>2009-12-21T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:59:17.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Issue Of The Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I was listening to the news this morning and the issue of Holiday "Correctness" came up.&amp;nbsp; It made me think.&amp;nbsp; I think that everyone should be &lt;strong&gt;respected&lt;/strong&gt; for whatever their beliefs may be.&amp;nbsp; They were discussing the schools this morning and what is proper or not as far as the Holidays are concerned.&amp;nbsp; I went to Renbrook, a private school in West Hartford CT, there were no Holiday decorations or any favoritism showed&amp;nbsp;towards any particular group.&amp;nbsp; Did that mean that kids were not able to celebrate whatever they happened to be brought up with celebrating??&amp;nbsp; Absolutely not, that is what family traditions are, just that, &lt;strong&gt;family traditions&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; There are people who celebrate Christmas, there are Jewish people, there are Jehovah's Witnesses, there are people who celebrate Kwanzaa, etc. etc. etc.&amp;nbsp; Each and every person should at least be &lt;strong&gt;respected&lt;/strong&gt; for what they believe, and what they choose to celebrate or not, and&amp;nbsp;people's beliefs should not be imposed on others.&amp;nbsp; If someone wants to say "Merry Christmas" go ahead and say it!!&amp;nbsp; If someone wants to say "Merry Christmas" back, go ahead and say it!!&amp;nbsp; If you don't want to say "Merry Christmas" back,&amp;nbsp;a simple "Thank You" might be appropriate.&amp;nbsp; In my opinion it all boils down to &lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The majority shouldn't always rule, &lt;strong&gt;respect &lt;/strong&gt;should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-2037083031161410853?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/2037083031161410853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=2037083031161410853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2037083031161410853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2037083031161410853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/issue-of-holidays.html' title='The Issue Of The Holidays'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-2675471704553548235</id><published>2009-12-20T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:25:55.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It's amazing to me how I never get tired of looking at the same things, in a new way.&amp;nbsp; The snow fell all night long last night&amp;nbsp;and we got to wake up to a winter wonderland.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing the little foot tracks of the birds in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6VABfSK9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/JCXetoOQFWo/s1600-h/bird-feet-in-snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6VABfSK9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/JCXetoOQFWo/s400/bird-feet-in-snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I spotted this bird right in the middle of all of the branches and I swear&amp;nbsp;he was posing for me because I think he knows how much I love birds :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6VRhBqnOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zkKzkt3aLLo/s1600-h/bird-posing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6VRhBqnOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zkKzkt3aLLo/s400/bird-posing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Snow on branches is always simply beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6VvHmlijI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5OWSyGD0Ybk/s1600-h/branches-snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6VvHmlijI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5OWSyGD0Ybk/s400/branches-snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Last but not least, my little boy looking outside, fascinated by all the neighbors shoveling or snowblowing their driveways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6WUh0XyFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IU2G39MRLpc/s1600-h/Tango-at-door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6WUh0XyFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IU2G39MRLpc/s400/Tango-at-door.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-2675471704553548235?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/2675471704553548235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=2675471704553548235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2675471704553548235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2675471704553548235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy6VABfSK9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/JCXetoOQFWo/s72-c/bird-feet-in-snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-8181027379470425699</id><published>2009-12-20T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:10:11.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than Any Perfectly Wrapped Expensive Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Friday, one of my customers came in with her two little boys.&amp;nbsp; She asked her older boy to tell me where they were going next and he let me know that they were going to Grandma's house to make Pizzelles (delicious homemade Italian&amp;nbsp;wafer like&amp;nbsp;cookies)&amp;nbsp;with her.&amp;nbsp; I let him know that those are my favorites!&amp;nbsp; Really, my favorites.&amp;nbsp; So, we laughed and chatted and off they went.&amp;nbsp; Well, Saturday my customer's Mom and Aunt came in to my store with&amp;nbsp;arms out with a foil wrapped package.&amp;nbsp; Inside were the best Pizzelles!!&amp;nbsp; As if that wasn't sweet enough, I took one out and&amp;nbsp;in the middle of the cookie was "LS".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy5YYgB7PcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NF04GKg8otM/s1600-h/LS-Pizzelle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy5YYgB7PcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NF04GKg8otM/s320/LS-Pizzelle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Then came another gift, the story of these Pizzelles.&amp;nbsp; "LS" was Lorenzo Sanzo, my customer's grandfather.&amp;nbsp; He made this press that weighs over 60 lbs.&amp;nbsp;and is over 100 years old.&amp;nbsp; It has stayed in the family and they make these cookies every year.&amp;nbsp; They have to use this press over a gas stove and they can only make one at a time.&amp;nbsp; They made about 150 of them this year.&amp;nbsp; I just love that story.&amp;nbsp; In each bite of the Pizzelles, you can just taste the history and love that is mixed in the batter, and then artistically pressed in Lorenzo's handywork, generation after generation after generation.&amp;nbsp; What a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-8181027379470425699?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/8181027379470425699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=8181027379470425699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/8181027379470425699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/8181027379470425699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-than-any-perfectly-wrapped.html' title='Better Than Any Perfectly Wrapped Expensive Present'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sy5YYgB7PcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NF04GKg8otM/s72-c/LS-Pizzelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-7786867041687470261</id><published>2009-12-17T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:51:39.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not smarter than a 5th grader!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I went to volunteer at My Sister's Place and we played this game.&amp;nbsp; Just like the TV show, we all had to answer questions, 1st grade, 2nd grade, and so on.&amp;nbsp; Turns out I'm not smarter than a 5th grader!!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; It's all good though, there was just a small group of us, 3 kids and 4 adults and a lot of laughs!!&amp;nbsp; The kids proved that they are listening and learning in school because they got quite a few answers right!!&amp;nbsp; That's a good thing.&amp;nbsp; Then I came home, in the dark, dark, dark of winter, but when I got out of my car, I looked up and the sky was overflowing with beautiful bright stars.&amp;nbsp; I guess I can handle the early darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-7786867041687470261?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/7786867041687470261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=7786867041687470261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7786867041687470261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7786867041687470261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-not-smarter-than-5th-grader.html' title='I am not smarter than a 5th grader!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-2096456091353679152</id><published>2009-12-17T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:17:59.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I found this recipe for meat loaf in the newspaper and I made it last night and it was deeeeeeeelicious!!&amp;nbsp; So, I wanted to share it.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing like the smell of meat loaf cooking on a cold winter's night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;"This Is It Meat Loaf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;1 pound beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;1/2 pound ground pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;1/2 pound ground veal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;(I used 1 pound of ground pork instead of using the veal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;2 Eggs, beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;3/4 cup finely chopped onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;2 cloves minced garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried mustard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;1 1/2 cup dry bread crumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;3/4 cup tomato juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;6 strips bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;8-ounce can tomato sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;In a large bowl, mix meat, eggs, onion, garlic, parsley, Worcestershire, mustard, salt and pepper, using your clean hands and fluffing the loaf, not compressing it.&amp;nbsp; It should be wet.&amp;nbsp; Add the bread crumbs and tomato juice with your hands again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Place in a shallow baking dish, shaping it into a loaf 8 to 10 inches long and 4 inches high.&amp;nbsp; Cover the top with bacon strips on the diagonal.&amp;nbsp; Pour the tomato sauce over the entire loaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Bake in a 350 degree oven for 1 hour and 15 minutes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;It's Yummmmmmmmmo!!!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-2096456091353679152?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/2096456091353679152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=2096456091353679152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2096456091353679152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2096456091353679152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/yummo.html' title='Yummo!!!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-7374948980232281111</id><published>2009-12-16T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:01:28.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits Of NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Looking for our 1 millisecond of fame, we claimed our spot at the Today Show in Rockefeller Center.&amp;nbsp; While waiting I looked up into the sky and saw this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymNlTInUjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JoT_9fYBzjU/s1600-h/buildings-%26-sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymNlTInUjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JoT_9fYBzjU/s400/buildings-%26-sky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Then came Merideth Viera.&amp;nbsp; She was so delightful.&amp;nbsp; She stopped and shook hands &amp;amp; took pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymN9GrBviI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PeDvTxD9ESQ/s1600-h/Merideth-%26-Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymN9GrBviI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PeDvTxD9ESQ/s400/Merideth-%26-Us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;To my right in the picture is Linda.&amp;nbsp; She was great.&amp;nbsp; She was spunky.&amp;nbsp; She moved to NYC just because and is writing a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Wandering around, seeing the sites, there are lots and lots of sculptures everywhere in the city.&amp;nbsp; I spotted this bird on one of them.&amp;nbsp; I love birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymOjFaDsiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bU63RDGHxPs/s1600-h/bird-on-sculpture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymOjFaDsiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bU63RDGHxPs/s400/bird-on-sculpture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;While in South Street Seaport, Judy spotted this little guy enjoying lunch on a display of food outside of a restaurant.&amp;nbsp; I snapped a photo of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymO6TJZCII/AAAAAAAAAHM/kB357Y9yYTc/s1600-h/bird-on-food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymO6TJZCII/AAAAAAAAAHM/kB357Y9yYTc/s400/bird-on-food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Another snapshot while in South Street Seaport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymPLtgunnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XbUQSykKhYM/s1600-h/S-S-Seaport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymPLtgunnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XbUQSykKhYM/s400/S-S-Seaport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My dad always loved the Brooklyn Bridge.&amp;nbsp; I have to take a picture of it every time I see it.&amp;nbsp; It makes me happy to think of him when I see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymPeahZ-GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hNRHXFnOOrU/s1600-h/Brooklyn-Bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymPeahZ-GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hNRHXFnOOrU/s400/Brooklyn-Bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A handle on a door isn't always a handle on a door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymPueVDO5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/jQcwWuaYf6o/s1600-h/crumbs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymPueVDO5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/jQcwWuaYf6o/s400/crumbs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;These windows at Tiffany's were spectacular.&amp;nbsp; The pictures don't do them any justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymP-9ODGRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B47EAxfGTVc/s1600-h/Tiffany.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymP-9ODGRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B47EAxfGTVc/s400/Tiffany.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Where else but NYC can you see a gigantic snowflake hanging in the middle of a 4-way intersection??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymQR9edocI/AAAAAAAAAH0/idwhg82LvFY/s1600-h/Snowflake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymQR9edocI/AAAAAAAAAH0/idwhg82LvFY/s400/Snowflake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Did I say I love birds???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymQfXotb4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6b2T5HwBTa8/s1600-h/birds-on-lamp-post.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymQfXotb4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6b2T5HwBTa8/s400/birds-on-lamp-post.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And last but not least for now, when I stepped onto the evelvator in the Museum of Arts &amp;amp; Design, this was the texture of the walls!&amp;nbsp; Very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymQ5Qm3etI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gcinxp821Xc/s1600-h/elevator-wall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymQ5Qm3etI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gcinxp821Xc/s400/elevator-wall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-7374948980232281111?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/7374948980232281111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=7374948980232281111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7374948980232281111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7374948980232281111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/bits-of-nyc.html' title='Bits Of NYC'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SymNlTInUjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JoT_9fYBzjU/s72-c/buildings-%26-sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-5972046859239986039</id><published>2009-12-16T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:03:07.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Thought Shared With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A good artist will always look for the source of the pain, or look to the source of the pain.&amp;nbsp; Often both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;-Thank You DMP for sharing that with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-5972046859239986039?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/5972046859239986039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=5972046859239986039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/5972046859239986039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/5972046859239986039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/interesting-thought-shared-with-me.html' title='An Interesting Thought Shared With Me'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-560175783028190690</id><published>2009-12-15T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:22:54.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Time You Think Something Is Worth Getting Upset About.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My girlfriend and I went to NYC this weekend.&amp;nbsp; We arrived Sunday and left Monday.&amp;nbsp; One of the things we did on Sunday, was check out a market that I had been told about, Agat &amp;amp; Valentina, 1st Ave. @ 79th.&amp;nbsp; It was a fabulous market, freshly baked breads, wonderful produce, wonderful selection of prepared foods, wonderful selection of every kind of cheese, wonderful fish &amp;amp; meat departments, wonderful coffee selection that could be freshly ground, wonderfully freshly made sushi, wonderful soups,&amp;nbsp;you name it this market had it.&amp;nbsp; My friend and I grabbed our selections and had a seat and enjoyed our food.&amp;nbsp; While we were eating and chatting, it was evident that a young lady was quite upset about her purchase, and she was letting everyone know about it.&amp;nbsp; A container had opened in her bag and spilled out onto other items in her bag that she had purchased to go.&amp;nbsp; She demanded to see the manager, and kept letting everyone know that this was "unacceptable".&amp;nbsp; She also wanted the manager to take care of her husbands dry cleaning bill because he got a little something on his clothes.&amp;nbsp; She made a scene, and got her items replaced and huffed out.&amp;nbsp; On Monday, we were walking down the street in the morning and passed a homeless man sitting&amp;nbsp;on the sidewalk.&amp;nbsp; He was all bundled up.&amp;nbsp; When we left our hotel&amp;nbsp;in the afternoon,&amp;nbsp;on our way to Grand Central to go home, we passed the same homeless man in the same spot............Next time I think something is worth getting upset about that really isn't, I'm going to think about that discontented woman and that homeless man.&amp;nbsp; I don't think that that homeless man would have been bothered&amp;nbsp;by that container leaking a little bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-560175783028190690?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/560175783028190690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=560175783028190690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/560175783028190690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/560175783028190690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/next-time-you-think-something-is-worth.html' title='Next Time You Think Something Is Worth Getting Upset About.......'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-1131954228916885858</id><published>2009-12-12T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:47:16.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Sad Things Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My ex-father-in-law passed away.&amp;nbsp; At least, my last memory of him will be him hugging me and us laughing together not so long ago.&amp;nbsp; He was a huge Yankee fan so we would talk baseball and I would get such a kick out of him mis-pronouncing some of their last names, I would tease him and we would laugh.&amp;nbsp; You will be missed "Big" Sal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-1131954228916885858?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/1131954228916885858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=1131954228916885858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/1131954228916885858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/1131954228916885858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-sad-things-happen.html' title='Sometimes Sad Things Happen'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-3312007485177281830</id><published>2009-12-09T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:11:50.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Well it's a snow day!!&amp;nbsp; I have today off, and it's snowing out and it's delightful!!&amp;nbsp; I'm going to work on my jewelry all day in my pajamas......weeeeee!!&amp;nbsp; I'm also excited about this weekend, my best friend and I are going to NYC to see all the crazy creative windows.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait.&amp;nbsp; I'm still plotting our course, which is half the fun.&amp;nbsp; We're staying over so I hope that our hotel is all it seems cracked up to be!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;I also wanted to share a couple of thoughts that my mom shared with me......"Joy is not in things, it is in us".&amp;nbsp; In light of all the news lately, you can't help but hear about Tiger Woods and all his troubles, and it's just a lesson in Joy or lack of it.&amp;nbsp; If Peace and Joy don't exist in us, nothing will make us happy.........just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;The other little jewel my mom shared with me......."we can try to avoid making decisions, but even that is a decision".&amp;nbsp; That's a good one to ponder and remember.....thanks Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-3312007485177281830?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/3312007485177281830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=3312007485177281830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/3312007485177281830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/3312007485177281830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-7222551126753400655</id><published>2009-12-07T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:36:27.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There is nothing like the first snowfall of the year.&amp;nbsp; It's so beautiful and it's so wonderful to see it settle on everything!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sx1YjmwIEeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fSWGYvdojxk/s1600-h/branches-snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sx1YjmwIEeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fSWGYvdojxk/s320/branches-snow.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sx1Y69ejfFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KUbYjSrh-a0/s1600-h/pumpkin-snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sx1Y69ejfFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KUbYjSrh-a0/s320/pumpkin-snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sx1Y_mwucAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EWcmWMPLHsg/s1600-h/red-berries-snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sx1Y_mwucAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EWcmWMPLHsg/s320/red-berries-snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-7222551126753400655?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/7222551126753400655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=7222551126753400655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7222551126753400655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7222551126753400655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-first-snow.html' title='Our First Snow'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Sx1YjmwIEeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fSWGYvdojxk/s72-c/branches-snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-363859056829766413</id><published>2009-11-30T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:23:24.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CBS Morning Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;One of the things I love about Sunday mornings besides my first cup of coffee :) is watching the Morning Show on CBS.&amp;nbsp; It's full of wonderful cultural tidbits about people, places, and things.&amp;nbsp; One artist that was featured recently was Eric Daigh.&amp;nbsp; He's a pushpin artist!&amp;nbsp; He was recently the 3rd place winner in the Grand Rapid's Art Prize competition.&amp;nbsp; He uses just five colors of pushpins, and creates wonderful portraits!&amp;nbsp; It's worth Googling him and checking out his work.&amp;nbsp; It just made me think that anything can be used to create art!!&amp;nbsp; It pays to keep looking around at usual objects and think about how they can be used unusually!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-363859056829766413?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/363859056829766413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=363859056829766413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/363859056829766413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/363859056829766413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/11/cbs-morning-show.html' title='CBS Morning Show'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-1261602431441087344</id><published>2009-11-29T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:08:00.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I saw this poster in a bathroom in a bead shop down in Mystic CT.&amp;nbsp; I loved it so much, I stayed in there and wrote it down :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Every Woman Should.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Know how to use a stick shift;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;a plunger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Understand the difference between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;don't tell a soul and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;don't tell a soul I mean it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Know her mind; change it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;have protection handy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;but not too handy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;use special china;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;and special underwear for no special reason;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;over commit; come through;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;refuse to do it again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;do it again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;be able to discuss first and ten;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;have better things to do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;set bounderies; go camping; grow something;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;dance crazy all alone; stare at a phone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;get dressed in 5 minutes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;be a princess; get over it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;believe in the perfect man; get over it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;read; walk; flirt; shock; listen; sing; thank God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Be single and like it; a lot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;raise a child; or not;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;See a wrinkle and be reminded of her youth; not her age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-1261602431441087344?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/1261602431441087344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=1261602431441087344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/1261602431441087344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/1261602431441087344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-3114542299010621205</id><published>2009-11-17T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:11:19.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage Comes In Small Packages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I was moved by an experience I had last night.&amp;nbsp; I volunteer at a transitional housing home, and while the moms are at various meetings, we volunteers take care of the kids.&amp;nbsp; About 3 weeks ago, I met a new mom with her two kids, a boy and a girl.&amp;nbsp; The first week, both kids just wanted to stay with their mom, understandably so!!&amp;nbsp; New people, new home, new fears.&amp;nbsp; The next week, the girl stayed but the boy just couldn't.&amp;nbsp; Last night, the&amp;nbsp;girl&amp;nbsp;AND boy&amp;nbsp;stayed.&amp;nbsp; He worked through his fears, and was so courageous to stay!!&amp;nbsp; He ended up laughing and creating a beautiful card for his mother.&amp;nbsp;I was so proud of him and inspired by him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-3114542299010621205?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/3114542299010621205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=3114542299010621205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/3114542299010621205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/3114542299010621205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/11/courage-comes-in-small-packages.html' title='Courage Comes In Small Packages'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-7884071886232082473</id><published>2009-11-16T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:48:18.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I was doing the dishes this morning, looking out the window into the back yard.&amp;nbsp; The back yards sits up against a big wooded area.&amp;nbsp; It's so much fun to watch the squirrels and chipmunks run around!&amp;nbsp; This morning I grabbed my camera and went outside and waited for the chipmunks.&amp;nbsp; There was one on top of the rocks, and there was another just sitting by the base of the tree.&amp;nbsp; I had my zoom on but I still couldn't believe how close he let me get!!&amp;nbsp; Life's simple pleasures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwF0CR0K-PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SSYd2ReMzc4/s1600/chipmunk-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwF0CR0K-PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SSYd2ReMzc4/s320/chipmunk-2.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwFz9tbz3vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lY6KRNNiS7Q/s1600/chipmunk-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwFz9tbz3vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lY6KRNNiS7Q/s320/chipmunk-1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-7884071886232082473?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/7884071886232082473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=7884071886232082473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7884071886232082473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/7884071886232082473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-morning.html' title='Monday Morning'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwF0CR0K-PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SSYd2ReMzc4/s72-c/chipmunk-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-2618332374190067857</id><published>2009-11-15T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:43:31.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't forget to look up.&amp;nbsp; Don't forget to look at the bushes to the left of your car as you get out, it's a rainy Sunday morning and you just went to get donuts to go with that deeeelicious coffee, and there you find one single Forsithia blossom with a drop of rain hanging off of it, grab your camera.&amp;nbsp; Letting your dog out.....day after day after day.....don't miss the Junkos in the Bittersweet!!&amp;nbsp; Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAvZe2-zuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hk3fjJhtmMo/s1600-h/leaf-with-drop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAvZe2-zuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hk3fjJhtmMo/s320/leaf-with-drop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAvIAJa38I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jBzd6cMUl-M/s1600-h/forsithia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAvIAJa38I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jBzd6cMUl-M/s320/forsithia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAu_2qjs3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/M94TJqkL33s/s1600-h/moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAu_2qjs3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/M94TJqkL33s/s320/moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAvR_RVmmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mAF9n1PNB1I/s1600-h/birds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAvR_RVmmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mAF9n1PNB1I/s320/birds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-2618332374190067857?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/2618332374190067857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=2618332374190067857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2618332374190067857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2618332374190067857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SwAvZe2-zuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hk3fjJhtmMo/s72-c/leaf-with-drop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-5384702158002390671</id><published>2009-11-08T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:39:39.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet For Life Plaque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I was flipping through a catalog this morning, and I came across this "Alphabet for Life Plaque".&amp;nbsp; I love it and want to share it.&amp;nbsp; "&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ccept differences, &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;e kind, &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ount your blessings, &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ream, &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xpress thanks, &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;orgive, &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;ive freely, &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;arm no one, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;magine more, &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ettison anger, &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;eep confidences, &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ove truly, &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;aster something, &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;urture hope, &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;pen your mind, &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ack lightly, &lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uell rumors, &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eciprocate, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;eek wisdom, &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ouch hearts, &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nderstand, &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;alue truth, &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;in graciously, &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;eriscape, &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;earn for peace, &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;ealously support a worthy cause."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SvblZlpltUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/37SgS2rXnKA/s1600-h/bittersweet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SvblZlpltUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/37SgS2rXnKA/s320/bittersweet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SvblTLUXFaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UqDYckTi6vM/s1600-h/pigeon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SvblTLUXFaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UqDYckTi6vM/s320/pigeon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Oh, and one more thought.&amp;nbsp; I was listening to an interview with David Foster this morning on "Sunday Morning" (CBS, great show), and at one point he said: "Good is the enemy of great".&amp;nbsp; I thought that that was a great thought to mull over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-5384702158002390671?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/5384702158002390671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=5384702158002390671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/5384702158002390671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/5384702158002390671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/11/alphabet-for-life-plaque.html' title='Alphabet For Life Plaque'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SvblZlpltUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/37SgS2rXnKA/s72-c/bittersweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-2381281191334174682</id><published>2009-11-05T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:47:03.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Well, my Yankees won their 27th World Championship!!&amp;nbsp; Way to christen the new Stadium!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Yankees Win!!&amp;nbsp; Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Yankees Win!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-2381281191334174682?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/2381281191334174682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=2381281191334174682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2381281191334174682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/2381281191334174682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/11/nyy.html' title='NYY'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-5892413002746956134</id><published>2009-11-03T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:15:28.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Tradition At Our Health Food Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My mom and I have a silly little tradition at our Health Food Store.&amp;nbsp; Whenever one of our customers goes on vacation, we ask them to bring back a stone or rock from wherever they go.&amp;nbsp; Well, our latest acquisition is from China.&amp;nbsp; One of our customers went to China and came back with some "forbidden" stones from the "Forbidden City".&amp;nbsp; They date back to the 1400's.&amp;nbsp; That was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; Other stones in our collection come from Vidago Portugal, Baltic Sea Poland, Casablanca, England, the London Royal Palace Stable, Scotland,&amp;nbsp;Quebec, Niagra Falls, Greece, Kaanapali Maui Hawaii, Gibralta, Ireland, Lake Champlain, Cannes France, Florida, Jomtien-Pattaya Beach Thailand, and Capri Italy, just to name a few.&amp;nbsp; It's a little silly thing, but it puts a smile on all of our faces!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-5892413002746956134?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/5892413002746956134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=5892413002746956134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/5892413002746956134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/5892413002746956134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-tradition-at-our-health-food.html' title='A Little Tradition At Our Health Food Store'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-8117896011725530593</id><published>2009-10-31T07:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:09:37.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10-31-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Suwn4kRR0nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oAVWXCYD1HU/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398733906072687218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Suwn4kRR0nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oAVWXCYD1HU/s320/horse.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SuwnwjHUCRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IuUO1MHxO-Q/s1600-h/horse-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398733768323500306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SuwnwjHUCRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IuUO1MHxO-Q/s320/horse-1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 251px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SuwnlPaFenI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CrFbJUVp2lU/s1600-h/horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398733574054967922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SuwnlPaFenI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CrFbJUVp2lU/s320/horses.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I get to see these guys and girls on my way to and from work every day. What a treat! They were waiting for hay when I took these shots. It's just fun to sit and watch them for a few minutes. The little one was hopping around the big horses while they were eating their hay, and finally settled in and took a few mouthfuls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885713206240036917-8117896011725530593?l=tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/feeds/8117896011725530593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885713206240036917&amp;postID=8117896011725530593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/8117896011725530593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885713206240036917/posts/default/8117896011725530593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabithascollectibles.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-31-09.html' title='10-31-09'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04195684171534249766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupOIVXPaRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oZ5ExWhxgk8/S220/me-for-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/Suwn4kRR0nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oAVWXCYD1HU/s72-c/horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885713206240036917.post-4071308686752953718</id><published>2009-10-29T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:19:31.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Welcome to my blog.&amp;nbsp; I was letting my dog Tango out the other morning and while I stood in the doorway, I was looking out at the fence across the way and noticed the little droplets of rain on the bushes and foliage.&amp;nbsp; It's the simple things in life that make the biggest difference.&amp;nbsp; I brought Tango back inside, got my camera and captured these photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupaW7MjEHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bDAAijwgwYU/s1600-h/droplets-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupaW7MjEHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bDAAijwgwYU/s320/droplets-2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1pNwAIlGs/SupaP_zf1CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pP_R6iVpDNk/s1600-h/droplets-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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