<?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-9098266089872196235</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:25:53.221-07:00</updated><category term='The fruit of Rod&apos;s labor'/><title type='text'>The Artist's Daughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Artist's Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302069309820538680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/SUafrzQTHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/3j40bUMWE5Q/S220/IMG_0480tu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098266089872196235.post-6072883956600273513</id><published>2010-07-11T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T08:56:35.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The fruit of Rod&apos;s labor'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rod!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/TDnm6jvm8pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BAFkqx9jFwA/s1600/securedownload%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492675114256757394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/TDnm6jvm8pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BAFkqx9jFwA/s400/securedownload%5B10%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quiet as a deer in the wood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unchanging as the pattern of seasons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the years of our lives pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The mighty river slowly carves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a new waterway without notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's course is cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The great mountains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;resplendant in forest foliage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stand as sentinels of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seemingly never to change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; in every clime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As predictable cycles of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wax and wane in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;natural majesty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so too our lives, God's greatest work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shape our eternal destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L.S.J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11 July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 15:1-2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who shall dwell in thy holy hill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He that walketh uprightly, and worketh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;righteousness, and speaketh the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in his heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!!   You are ALWAYS in my thoughts and prayers.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098266089872196235-6072883956600273513?l=myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6072883956600273513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098266089872196235&amp;postID=6072883956600273513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/6072883956600273513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/6072883956600273513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-rod.html' title='Happy Birthday Rod!!!'/><author><name>The Artist's Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302069309820538680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/SUafrzQTHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/3j40bUMWE5Q/S220/IMG_0480tu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/TDnm6jvm8pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BAFkqx9jFwA/s72-c/securedownload%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098266089872196235.post-680620928682588587</id><published>2010-05-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:09:54.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sabbath</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S92mqCgJlSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mzUwGxNeUgY/s1600/jesus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466708763854083362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S92mqCgJlSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mzUwGxNeUgY/s400/jesus.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is my favorite day of the week. It is the Sabbath, the Lord's day of reflection and rest. It is the day I renew my sacred covenants with Him and promise in my heart to try harder in the coming week. When I was a very little girl I was aware of the Sabbath. My parents taught us that this day was different. My mother would play recordings of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir to set the mood. Back then, Dad would go to Priesthood Mtg. in the morning, then return and take our family to Sunday School which was 1 1/2 hours. Later in the afternoon or evening we would return for Sacrament Mtg. which was also 1 1/2 hours. We did not play outside on the Sabbath. My sister and I would change from our 'Sunday-go-to-meeting' dresses into school dresses. We did not wear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play clothes&lt;/span&gt; in respect for the Holy Day. I loved hearing the organ play in church, the soft quiet whispers of parents settling their children. We had tall gold colored glass windows in our chapel. The effect of sunlight streaming through them forever touched my soul. My best memory is of my family. My Harper grandparents, and all of their children and their grandchildren lived in the same ward in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bellflower&lt;/span&gt;, Calif. Sunday Meeting meant seeing and worshipping with beloved grandparents, loving aunts and uncles and cousins. I became friends with Robin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eggleston&lt;/span&gt; Shaker in 1953 and we remain friends to this day. Last Sunday afternoon she called from her home in San Clemente, CA. and we laughed and talked for 2 hours. I count that conversation as a bonus blessing. I needed it and Heavenly Father knew it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was our last day to attend our ward block. We had a beautiful testimony meeting. The last 20 minutes Pres. Clark (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYUI&lt;/span&gt;) and  Pres. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hallstrom&lt;/span&gt; (Pres. of the 70) spoke.  Their talks were amazing and a perfect ending to a beautiful meeting.  Pres. Clark spoke about the eternal worth of each soul and Pres. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hallstrom&lt;/span&gt; spoke about the symbiotic relationship of the church and the gospel.  In R.S. we had a testimony mtg. instead of a lesson.  I will always remember Pearl Davenport's (Rod's mother's cousin) remarks.  Rodney gave a lesson in High Priests and then our sweet experience in 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ward ended.  I will be visiting teaching tomorrow &amp;amp; Tuesday as I continue to pack boxes.  It is a rare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to attend church in the chapel on temple grounds.  My Sabbaths here in this congregation of saints have been incredibly special.  Blessings, Linda  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098266089872196235-680620928682588587?l=myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/680620928682588587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098266089872196235&amp;postID=680620928682588587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/680620928682588587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/680620928682588587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabbath.html' title='The Sabbath'/><author><name>The Artist's Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302069309820538680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/SUafrzQTHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/3j40bUMWE5Q/S220/IMG_0480tu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S92mqCgJlSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mzUwGxNeUgY/s72-c/jesus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098266089872196235.post-795157814081094361</id><published>2010-04-25T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:32:50.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime in Ammon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S9T4hfYWTkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8j6GuX76Xf0/s1600/2482.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464265502150250050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S9T4hfYWTkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8j6GuX76Xf0/s400/2482.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          It's Springtime in lovely Idaho.  We've had several rain showers and the grass is greening.  The trees are starting to leaf out.  Tulips and daffodils are blooming everywhere.  Children are playing outside in shorts.  Folks are wearing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;masse&lt;/span&gt;.  Rod and I took a work party of grandchildren to clean up the pasture.  The cow was curious but trotted off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; a young person approached her.  Prior to our 'project' we were invited by G.G. (Rod's mom) to a sumptuous lunch at her home with visiting family.  Afterward, tanked up with cold soda we took our crew home to see our 12 new baby chicks.  The day was finished with a backyard clean-up on our darling H Street cottage (which just sold ).  Now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maneuvering&lt;/span&gt; around a plethora of packed boxes I'm anxiously anticipating the next chapter of my life including the birth of my newest grandson &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oake&lt;/span&gt; Capistrano &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Allred&lt;/span&gt;.  Call me Farm Girl! Blessings, Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098266089872196235-795157814081094361?l=myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/795157814081094361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098266089872196235&amp;postID=795157814081094361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/795157814081094361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/795157814081094361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/04/springtime-in-ammon.html' title='Springtime in Ammon'/><author><name>The Artist's Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302069309820538680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/SUafrzQTHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/3j40bUMWE5Q/S220/IMG_0480tu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S9T4hfYWTkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8j6GuX76Xf0/s72-c/2482.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098266089872196235.post-4598914290346956707</id><published>2010-02-12T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:36:17.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S3WwSkQKapI/AAAAAAAAAFA/97WBJnPsbeE/s1600-h/xmas+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437445958135343762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S3WwSkQKapI/AAAAAAAAAFA/97WBJnPsbeE/s400/xmas+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tempered, shaped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to fit perfectly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be a part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guiding star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;within my being&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;illuminating me as wife,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my glow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that others see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;translucent visage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my blessed revelry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life's refuge;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linda Harper Jenks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 February 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year Valentine's Day is incredibly special. I have the greatest of gifts, a true love, a soulmate, my true companion. I could never imagine a life so wonderful! I could never imagine (in my wildest dreams) of being loved so much. So, a very public thank you to my wonderful Rodney, I love you with all of my heart. I always will, Linda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Song 'I've Dreamed of You' by Barbra Streisand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've dreamed of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always feeling you were there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have searched for you everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I caught your smile in the morning sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard your whisper on the breeze at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I prayed one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that your arms would hold me tight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just when I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thought love had passed me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we met.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That first look in your eyes I can't forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You melted me with your tender touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt all fear and sorrow slip away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here we stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hand in hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this blessed day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as I give to you my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That nothing in this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shall keep us apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come happily ever after be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the man I'll love 'til the very end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've dreamed of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my great love and my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098266089872196235-4598914290346956707?l=myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4598914290346956707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098266089872196235&amp;postID=4598914290346956707' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/4598914290346956707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/4598914290346956707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>The Artist's Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302069309820538680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/SUafrzQTHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/3j40bUMWE5Q/S220/IMG_0480tu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S3WwSkQKapI/AAAAAAAAAFA/97WBJnPsbeE/s72-c/xmas+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098266089872196235.post-516502490282211802</id><published>2010-02-07T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:04:04.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Dat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S2-YIyFqt3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/xdGhgynw1SI/s1600-h/020710-Drew-Brees-IA_20100207223945_0_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435730551911397234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S2-YIyFqt3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/xdGhgynw1SI/s400/020710-Drew-Brees-IA_20100207223945_0_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's Super Bowl was just that - SUPER!!  Rod and I were cheering for the New Orlean's Saints and we weren't disappointed.  Drew Brees, in the photo above, was voted MVP after the game.  He was outstanding as was the whole team.  The Colts were favored to win.  They featured the renowned and talented quarterback Peyton Manning, who ironically is a N.O. native.  Besides the action of the game (with my darling husband explaining EVERY detail while serving up delicious snacks - he's the BEST!!) we loved the shots of Drew after the game.  He was smiling, teary eyed and holding his baby boy who occasionally got his little cheek kissed by his tired but happy dad.  The team coach was doused with the Gott filled with some kind of liquid.  Hope it was sugar free.  We are happy for the good folks in Louisiana, especially those in Na'wlins.  Who dat?? The Saints dats who! Bye y'all!  XOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098266089872196235-516502490282211802?l=myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/516502490282211802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098266089872196235&amp;postID=516502490282211802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/516502490282211802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/516502490282211802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-dat.html' title='Who Dat!!'/><author><name>The Artist's Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302069309820538680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/SUafrzQTHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/3j40bUMWE5Q/S220/IMG_0480tu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/S2-YIyFqt3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/xdGhgynw1SI/s72-c/020710-Drew-Brees-IA_20100207223945_0_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098266089872196235.post-7588585737151148898</id><published>2009-12-20T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:35:39.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's here! The season of good cheer! This time of year there seems to be an outpouring of the spirit of God. It feels so good to put money into the red Salvation Army buckets, to choose a child on an Angel Tree, to help elderly neighbors clear snow from their walks or any task which blesses someone and in turn, blesses ourselves. It's appropriate that as we celebrate the sacred birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ, we find ways to emulate his love for us by loving others. It's simple, and the second greatest commandment....'to love one another.' It cost nothing and yet we are the richest of men when our hearts are filled with the spirit. It is my prayer this Christmas Season that His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continence&lt;/span&gt; will be reflected in our own. Merry Christmas! Love, Linda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098266089872196235-7588585737151148898?l=myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7588585737151148898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098266089872196235&amp;postID=7588585737151148898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/7588585737151148898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/7588585737151148898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>The Artist's Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302069309820538680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/SUafrzQTHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/3j40bUMWE5Q/S220/IMG_0480tu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098266089872196235.post-2057451645951732466</id><published>2009-11-01T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:45:30.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/Su5HtRZp_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wjcdE3IRX0A/s1600-h/rod+linda+thanksgiving+point+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331846354501010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/Su5HtRZp_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wjcdE3IRX0A/s400/rod+linda+thanksgiving+point+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098266089872196235-2057451645951732466?l=myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2057451645951732466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098266089872196235&amp;postID=2057451645951732466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/2057451645951732466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098266089872196235/posts/default/2057451645951732466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogtheartistsdaughter.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Artist's Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302069309820538680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/SUafrzQTHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/3j40bUMWE5Q/S220/IMG_0480tu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCOfVggUKsg/Su5HtRZp_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wjcdE3IRX0A/s72-c/rod+linda+thanksgiving+point+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098266089872196235.post-5153730593520073932</id><published>2009-11-01T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:41:23.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"To everything thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven" Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I remember how I anticipated the arrival of Spring. There is a 'gray' time of year up here in the north. It is between the beautiful pristine coldness of winter and the verdant springtime greening of trees, shrubs and lawn. Life is restored and in full swing in the coming and arrival of summer. This summer Rod and I planted no less than two gardens. One was in our backyard and one was at our dear friend Roy Gardner. He's in his eighties and is our fishing buddy. He lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ammon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Summer was busy and passed too quickly. We enjoyed the fruits of the garden and the fish we caught at Warm River and Henry's Lake. The end of summer brought canning season. Rod and I worked together putting up peaches, green beans, banana peppers and salsa. My mother-in-law gave me a great recipe for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; raspberry jam made with green tomatoes. It's outrageously good! Now, we are in the season of autumn. With cold temperatures mother nature paints a new palette of bright golds, crimson red and vibrant orange. The wind blows and ripples of color tumble to the ground. Neighborhood children stomp and play in the dry, crackly leaves. I am in the autumn of my life. I can look back to my spring and summer and enjoy many memories. So many of my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; have given me my foundation. I am still building. This past year Heavenly Father has blessed me abundantly. I am fortunate to be sharing my life with my wonderful husband Rod. He is truly my best companion and my dearest friend. Winter is on the horizon. I'm looking forward to ice fishing and building a snowman. Until then I'll probably whip up a batch of Elva's delicious filled spice cookies. 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