<?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-1661497596409800067</id><updated>2011-11-25T09:57:37.205-08:00</updated><category term='The old tub'/><title type='text'>Scooter girl and Mr. Bob</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-8782510233946717290</id><published>2011-11-20T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:34:10.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up!</title><content type='html'>I am still trying to learn all of the new things on windows 7 and I think I am getting close to get back to being able to publish what I write.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They say never give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-8782510233946717290?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/8782510233946717290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2011/11/never-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/8782510233946717290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/8782510233946717290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2011/11/never-give-up.html' title='Never give up!'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-5819112862762180852</id><published>2010-08-09T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:31:52.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back!</title><content type='html'>What happens when you just stop doing the things you love.  Things change and one day you look around and see life is passing you by.  It is time to put them BIG Girl pants on and get back to doing the things you love.  I have started with my craft room and the only problem that I am having is that I get it looking great and then I began to play and OH WHAT A MESS.  I am trying to play and keep my room looking neat. &lt;br /&gt; It just is not working for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am coming back and soon I will be in my jeep and on my scooter and I will start sharing the photos of the back roads once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-5819112862762180852?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/5819112862762180852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/5819112862762180852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/5819112862762180852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-back.html' title='Getting back!'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-4227519112954718459</id><published>2009-12-27T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:35:40.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a New Year your life is also different! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have the energy that I once had and what my mind wants to go do is not always what my body can do that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have to remember that people don't think about that. The things that mean a lot now are old friends that have the same problems and enjoyment.  Family, we think of when the children were young and the laughter and good times around the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sometimes drivers and other people get annoyed with us and think that we don't have much of a life and it is not that we don't have much of a life but that we have to look at it in a different way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was telling Mr. Bob today that we always have things we are fixing in the winter but this year we are going to take room by room and get only what we need. ( My craft room will be the last to clean out and by then I hope I know what I enjoy) We are starting with the kitchen and then moving on to the Hutch and old dishes that I no longer need for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;party's&lt;/span&gt;. That has changed now and you can just pick up a tray at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deli&lt;/span&gt;. We need to look at life different now and about what we enjoy and what can we do instead of feeling bad that we can't always keep up. Maybe the younger ones will learn the new way and enjoy who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dad was special but his way was, when you get awake in the morning you were looking for a job. I have always been like that and I never new how to be home because I was always with the mind set of looking for a job. So this New Year, I am not going to wake up looking for a job but look around , and be happy with who I have become and enjoy the world of things I have done with my life.&lt;/div&gt;So this year I am going to down size my house, BUT embrace who I am and the many things I have done with my life. I also will make a list of things I would like to do at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Story telling will be one of my things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have more time on the road and riding my scooter on the back roads. Hope to see you on the back roads to no where and enjoying life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-4227519112954718459?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/4227519112954718459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/4227519112954718459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/4227519112954718459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-coming.html' title='A New Year coming!'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-7514874337284983763</id><published>2009-11-24T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:25:24.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are once again and many of us have had big changes in our lives and some not so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was thinking  back about the many Thanksgiving dinners that we have had here and my big thing was to buy more food then we needed so that everyone could have leftovers for the next day.  My mother and I love the leftovers the next day. My Grand daughter would light up when she would get her to go containers,(she is like me and my mom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It would make me smile deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom would make sure, I had my list of what I was having and she would be next door baking her pies. On Thanksgiving day, our house would come alive with great smells and you could feel the love with the people talking and laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So even if you are alone this Thanksgiving, take time to close your eyes and feel what makes you feel warm and happy in side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scooter is riding in her mind right now but knows that the spring will be here soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-7514874337284983763?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7514874337284983763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/7514874337284983763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/7514874337284983763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving !'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-838882542065769842</id><published>2009-11-20T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:11:46.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood  Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other morning when I woke up. Thoughts of my childhood and my Dad came into mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dad was always off to work, but in the mornings when I was about two or three years old my brother and I slept in the roll away bed in the front room. He would come in and wake us up, and my brother would get right up but I would hide under the covers and wait for him to come back. He would come in and say has any one seen Joan and then he would say, she must have went to get dressed and I am going to fold up this bed and put it in the closet. He would fold it up and I would giggle and then I would pop my head out of the side of the bed and say here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sure loved that time with him in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-838882542065769842?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/838882542065769842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/11/childhood-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/838882542065769842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/838882542065769842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/11/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood  Memories'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-8232505525489256062</id><published>2009-11-04T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:50:03.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kitchen table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;table&lt;/span&gt; was where you had good times and you took your problems some place else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest boy was the story teller and the younger boy was a joke teller. We would sit down at the table and no matter how your day went the boys would start and feeding off each other, the table would come alive with laughter and life became special and for that short time, life was not about what you had, the out side world was gone, and family came together.&lt;br /&gt;Some times we would laugh so hard that we would be in tears with these two boys.&lt;br /&gt;Down through the generations in my life , every table could write a book.&lt;br /&gt;Family dinners are about laughter and home cooked foods !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe this is where the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; foods came from.  Home is where you are safe and loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I  see home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt; and that is why scrap booking is so important to me.  I can sit and bring that love back and look at the old times in a different way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a life of hard times the kitchen table was where we all came together and shut the world out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-8232505525489256062?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/8232505525489256062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/11/kitchen-table.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/8232505525489256062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/8232505525489256062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/11/kitchen-table.html' title='The kitchen table'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-3369333223958935787</id><published>2009-09-29T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:12:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People we meet on the back roads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SsK67re5-oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mtNgu_gb5g4/s1600-h/September-09+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387073638735936130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SsK67re5-oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mtNgu_gb5g4/s400/September-09+174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The winds blew and the light rains kept coming, they said that the winds were 55 miles per hour.  It was the first time I had been in the rains that were driving that hard. When I turned to walk back to the motor home, an  older man that was working picking up trash, start to talk to me.  He looked like a Sea Captain standing in the storm.  He smiled so nice and you would have thought it was 75 and sunny with no wind. He asked where I was from and I told him. and he said he had once lived in Ohio.  I was rushing to get out of the rain, but as we drove away I thought of him standing at the wheel of a boat in the mist of a storm.  Feeling each wavy like as if they were talking to him and having all of the trust in the world, in his boat. I wish now I would have stood and talk a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-3369333223958935787?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/3369333223958935787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-we-meet-on-back-roads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/3369333223958935787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/3369333223958935787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-we-meet-on-back-roads.html' title='People we meet on the back roads.'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SsK67re5-oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mtNgu_gb5g4/s72-c/September-09+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-1405233774261265536</id><published>2009-09-24T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:42:44.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motor Home Girl is ready for take off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No scooters this time.  Maybe it is because we are going to learn something different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can always hope for great weather, and  looking at things in a different way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is to new ways, and fun times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-1405233774261265536?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1405233774261265536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/motor-home-girl-is-ready-for-take-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/1405233774261265536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/1405233774261265536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/motor-home-girl-is-ready-for-take-off.html' title='Motor Home Girl is ready for take off.'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-8949599426564482835</id><published>2009-09-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:07:16.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you think we are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrphzdHzieI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hpMsRuytNTs/s1600-h/September-09+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384723841093437922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrphzdHzieI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hpMsRuytNTs/s400/September-09+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at the picture of Mr. Bob's bike, you can see we are still home.  He has been working for about 3 days, trying to get it to keep running and he bought 3 more parts today,  So after a well deserved nap he is going to have at it again. Yesterday was his birthday and he worked all day on the bike trying to get us on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow we leave with or with out the bikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the Scooter fairy godmother when you need her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we don't take the bikes then the photos will have to be from Motor home Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take time to feel special today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-8949599426564482835?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/8949599426564482835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-do-you-think-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/8949599426564482835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/8949599426564482835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-do-you-think-we-are.html' title='Where do you think we are?'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrphzdHzieI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hpMsRuytNTs/s72-c/September-09+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-241207544731596191</id><published>2009-09-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:57:22.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking of the past fall days, at the little cabin down the long lane.  The horses would be starting to put on the long winter hair and we would be thinking about how we do better showing next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goose season would start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The geese we had, come to mind and the goose hunting on the lake.  We had two  campers at the end of our land.   We had two geese named &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Henrieta&lt;/span&gt;.  One day they were out on the lake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; and if you would call them, they would come running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Lady camper heard the shooting and she ran down to the dock and  Henry and Henrieta were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; She yelled!   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt; get out of that lake now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Henrieta&lt;/span&gt; started towards her when a man in a hunting blind on the lake, stood up and yelled back at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You are not my wife and I am not getting out of this lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many stories from the little cabin on the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-241207544731596191?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/241207544731596191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/241207544731596191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/241207544731596191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day-of-summer.html' title='Last day of summer.'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-8849840008277458199</id><published>2009-09-18T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:40:12.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party with the boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember these days ! Once again I have been playing instead of working. This goes to show what you can create if you don't do your house work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH... I know, maybe MR. Bob will help and then we can have a tea party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I don't think he will fall for that trick again.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrPt7E2tdCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LWYwiazjrdI/s1600-h/My+big+helper+-+Page+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382907578809152546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrPt7E2tdCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LWYwiazjrdI/s400/My+big+helper+-+Page+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-8849840008277458199?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/8849840008277458199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/tea-party-with-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/8849840008277458199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/8849840008277458199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/tea-party-with-boys.html' title='Tea Party with the boys.'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrPt7E2tdCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LWYwiazjrdI/s72-c/My+big+helper+-+Page+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-2594596797495899184</id><published>2009-09-17T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:50:39.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See what happens when you get me going!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrK72UgjhGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5-MwuoZU0dE/s1600-h/Shoes+in+yard2+-+Page+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571046553748578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrK72UgjhGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5-MwuoZU0dE/s400/Shoes+in+yard2+-+Page+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooter girl is at her computer again. Thanks for asking if I had a flat tire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share this photo with you. I am using the creative memories program and like a scrapbook page I start with a back ground and then I think about what I would like to put in it and what can my program do for me. The back ground is from the time share and the rail is off my deck and the Gate is from my fence and the shoes are my lake shoes. The back ground has been lighten some but the rail has been flipped to face the other side and the color has been changed to look old.&lt;br /&gt; I hope you enjoy the photo .&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/1661497596409800067-2594596797495899184?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2594596797495899184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-what-happens-when-you-get-me-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/2594596797495899184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/2594596797495899184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-what-happens-when-you-get-me-going.html' title='See what happens when you get me going!'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SrK72UgjhGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5-MwuoZU0dE/s72-c/Shoes+in+yard2+-+Page+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-1064074820788823996</id><published>2009-09-16T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:57:47.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good feeling when you are almost done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight we sat in our chairs feeling like our wagon was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dragging&lt;/span&gt; and our wheels had fallen off. Where is that young feeling when you need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Bob and I have been getting the motor home ready to hit the back roads. We are headed North and when we get going, we will find out where we are going to. We have been thinking about the Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(After 25 years the dune Buggy has been sold.) The Jeep has taken its place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going North, some of the leaves should be turning and the nights will be cool. The fires will feel great and the hot drinks will warm our hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So get ready for more photos ! As we hit the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-1064074820788823996?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1064074820788823996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-feeling-when-you-are-almost-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/1064074820788823996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/1064074820788823996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-feeling-when-you-are-almost-done.html' title='Good feeling when you are almost done.'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-6384272894943749473</id><published>2009-09-11T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:03:01.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older and your mind feeling young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year turning 65.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; and look at that old person looking back at me, feeling wore out and ready for a nap.  When I walk away  my mind was thinking about riding my scooter, traveling the back roads and hoping next year that I can go to the Dunes and try Hand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gliding&lt;/span&gt;. Some days my body feels wore out but my mind is still up for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;. I have found out over the years that you can study with the best of them even if you are older and can't keep up. When I was 55 I took street fighting and I LOVED IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I paid the extra money and studied with people that once studied with Bruce Lee. So if you can't keep up with the group then pay the extra and take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Private&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lesions&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy who you are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-6384272894943749473?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/6384272894943749473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-older-and-your-mind-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/6384272894943749473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/6384272894943749473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-older-and-your-mind-feeling.html' title='Getting older and your mind feeling young.'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-7618422046306089881</id><published>2009-09-10T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:33:02.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqmMlMT3UAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8eDs7IZhQCI/s1600-h/8x11+yard+-+Page+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379985800458358786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqmMlMT3UAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8eDs7IZhQCI/s400/8x11+yard+-+Page+001.jpg" /&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/1661497596409800067-7618422046306089881?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7618422046306089881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/7618422046306089881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/7618422046306089881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqmMlMT3UAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8eDs7IZhQCI/s72-c/8x11+yard+-+Page+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-7550609844961231728</id><published>2009-09-10T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:26:14.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking out of the box.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqlCOF08o8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5hAnrkBbuz0/s1600-h/Yard+and+flower+-+Page+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379904039720625090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqlCOF08o8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5hAnrkBbuz0/s400/Yard+and+flower+-+Page+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took this yesterday as I was leaving town.  I came home and with the Creative Memories soft ware that I sell.. I made it into this.  It is time to see that in life there are so many possibilities, and it is time to start  thinking out of the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-7550609844961231728?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7550609844961231728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-out-of-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/7550609844961231728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/7550609844961231728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-out-of-box.html' title='Thinking out of the box.'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqlCOF08o8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5hAnrkBbuz0/s72-c/Yard+and+flower+-+Page+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-4449543617329712808</id><published>2009-09-09T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:06:34.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going no place,  with scooter girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Grandson and I went scooter riding one day, he said where are we going to.  I told him we were going no place and doing nothing and then coming home to take a nap.  He said he had never done that and asked how will we know when we are done.  I said you will see the long drive going back to the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I was thinking about that day with a smile on my face because I had just put the insurance back on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;motor home&lt;/span&gt; to go no place but I will write one day, with a smile on my face of where I have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-4449543617329712808?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/4449543617329712808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-no-place-with-scooter-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/4449543617329712808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/4449543617329712808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-no-place-with-scooter-girl.html' title='Going no place,  with scooter girl.'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-1652451089328807937</id><published>2009-09-05T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:50:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Week-End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqMRoPc8PkI/AAAAAAAAADs/penx5Rtin5w/s1600-h/September-09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378161763050864194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqMRoPc8PkI/AAAAAAAAADs/penx5Rtin5w/s400/September-09+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day was very relaxing, we sat out on the porch.  As always I started taking pictures .  That is when I took this, the lake was so quiet . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow we are going to the Buffalo ranch to take photo's and see the gift shop.  Also we wanted to  check out the cafe. The kids are coming for dinner and the grand dog will be here also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the  tree's are changing color here.  It seem early this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy your week-end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-1652451089328807937?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1652451089328807937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-week-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/1652451089328807937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/1652451089328807937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-week-end.html' title='Labor Day Week-End'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqMRoPc8PkI/AAAAAAAAADs/penx5Rtin5w/s72-c/September-09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-7286941735050002182</id><published>2009-09-03T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:02:21.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River and a Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqAN2aN_SZI/AAAAAAAAACk/_drhMHJXjxI/s1600-h/July+17+-+Page+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377313183482464658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqAN2aN_SZI/AAAAAAAAACk/_drhMHJXjxI/s400/July+17+-+Page+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had taken both photos .  Top photo is a river close to our house. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the botton of the picture is at a lake we go to.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the last of the summer and get ready for the fall colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-7286941735050002182?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7286941735050002182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/river-and-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/7286941735050002182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/7286941735050002182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/river-and-lake.html' title='River and a Lake'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SqAN2aN_SZI/AAAAAAAAACk/_drhMHJXjxI/s72-c/July+17+-+Page+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-1802396655658546016</id><published>2009-08-31T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:10:54.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I blogging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not sure yet but I think I am sleeping better since I have start blogging and I am being more creative in my crafts. Maybe blogging lets me get all of the thoughts off my mind so I can look at new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of my self as being stuck in the sand and my wheels spinning and this lets me dig in, with a new canvas to start my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I came to all of the boxes, when I was setting up my blog I was not sure which one to check. I am not selling anything, Not a great writer. I do like writing into cyber  space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you will have a great Labor day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are a crafter then start thinking of the great fall colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start blogging even if, it is just for your self!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-1802396655658546016?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1802396655658546016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-am-i-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/1802396655658546016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/1802396655658546016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-am-i-blogging.html' title='Why am I blogging?'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-84652275049230856</id><published>2009-08-30T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:06:36.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my years of having and not having there is one thing that I do have. I have a Great family and Grand kids that except me as I am. Also 2 Grand Dogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would shoot the BB gun at the tin pie plate that hangs from the old oak tree. One would shoot and the other one and the Grand Dog would run down to see if they hit it. We had both of our parents living on the farm and if we needed something the kids could run next door to get it. One day Hannah was watching out the patio doors and said lets go to the old lady store and I said where ? She replied you know, next door where the grandma lady is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have memories of the ducks and the horses and the kids playing with the goats and playing in the hose with the horses. We lived in the pasture with all of the animals, Many times they would be looking in the windows. Now I live in a nice house that my son helped us get when he was selling them. I love it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids and Grand kids no longer live close. They are growing up and having their own life but I still miss the big dinners with all of the laughter and kids on the dune buggy and the go-cart. Now it is just Scooter girl and Mr. Bob not even a dog on the farm. Still no big money but SOO many great memories and smiles from days gone by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to leave you with this. People see your life so different! When my Grandmother went to open the OUT HOUSE DOOR the wind grabbed it and broke the hinges and it fell off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we laugh at the look on her face and she said to my mother they live like they have gone wild .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes we did not feel bad .  Years later with the indoor pluming she did return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure that my kids would say after a life like this, it will be years and years of therapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our boys can say I remember the days when we didn't even have power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scooter girl and Mr. Bob loved where we lived and what we had. We could now spend more time as a family and he was not just a walking pay check like he was in the city where he worked 80 hours a week so we could have so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are things I would change but it is to late now so I will sit enjoying the way things were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this blogging. I just can't stop writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till tomorrow Scooter girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-84652275049230856?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/84652275049230856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-we-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/84652275049230856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/84652275049230856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-we-have.html' title='What do we have!'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-2922232134829828082</id><published>2009-08-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:12:21.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beans on the cook stove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To day the sun is coming out, but it has been raining and cool and my thought think of soup and chili cooking filling the house with the smell that welcomes you in, after a long day out side. I think back to the small cabin on the lake and my thought turn to the city girl learning to cook on a wood stove and doing chores in the barn. Mr. Bob once told his father, that I would never see farming like him so he needed to just get out of my way and let me do it my way. That day we were talking about milking the goats, my father in-law said I needed to milk at 7 and 7 and I said I can't do that because I was not out of bed at 7:00 so I set my hours at 11:00 and 11:00 and that worked great! I have never been in my barn and heard my goats say, boy I wish she would get on that 7:00 and 7:00 schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about this sometimes my mind just wanders off but I am not in school. I am on my blog page that maybe no one will ever read so once again I will have to do it my way. Mr. Bob has been with me for almost 50 years and he knows to just to go watch TV and I am sure to tell him the out come of my day.&lt;br /&gt;Back to cooking beans on the cook stove. I went to the store to get what I thought I would need. I looked at the bag of beans and thought I better get 3 of them because they are small and I got the Ham hock and there again they looked small to me. I am a city girl that would buy steak or a roast not beans and ham hocks. I never knew about ham hocks but Mr. Bob said that is what I would need.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy with all of this and Mr. Bob told me to soak the beans in water all night and then put them in a pot on the wood stove to cook slow all day. I could do that, I made a good fire not to big and got my pot out and put in the beans and the ham hocks in. I used 2 ham hocks because there is not much meat on them and I started to pour in the beans and I thought they were not much money I would put all three packages in. I did and was so proud of this whole thing. Then I went to the barn to feed. (Now you can see why 11:00 and 11:00 works, I knew I had that right) I had to milk and feed the animals get the eggs and give them all some words of wisdom about the beans and so much more. I got done and was back in the cabin to check on the beans. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the beans had grown and I could see this was going to become a mess, If I did not get something going. I got out another pot and put half in, it along with 1 ham hock and more water. I had to do some more things in the barn and when I got back the beans were still growing and I had to get another pot but I did not have another ham hock. It had to be just bean soup.&lt;br /&gt;When Mr. Bob came in at six the house smelled great and he said what are all of the pots of beans doing on the stove. I said the beans just kept growing all day and I just kept adding more pots. I do think I have it under control and he asked how many beans did I cook . I said they were cheap so I cooked 3 packages.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to make beans and ham hocks follow this.&lt;br /&gt;6 people you will only need one small bag and read the package before cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking with the city farmer on the lake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-2922232134829828082?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2922232134829828082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/beans-on-cook-stove.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/2922232134829828082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/2922232134829828082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/beans-on-cook-stove.html' title='Beans on the cook stove'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-2867075172994135676</id><published>2009-08-28T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:18:30.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375053477778286450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SpgGqOez53I/AAAAAAAAABI/Axave34P3p4/s400/Picture+August+19+09+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spf9CCgBglI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uSuiu16BF4M/s1600-h/Picture+August+19+09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375042891762729554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spf9CCgBglI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uSuiu16BF4M/s400/Picture+August+19+09+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spf8U4wP2iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KdDnxk04Jzk/s1600-h/Picture+August+19+09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375042116052310562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spf8U4wP2iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KdDnxk04Jzk/s320/Picture+August+19+09+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To day I am going to take you on the back roads with scooter girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first photo. I could not find out how to change them around and should have been # 3. Stay with me I will get this all going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy the Photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I set out at about 5:00 in the evening, the sun was starting to change and I went to a place along a dirt road where a small stream passes under the road. I started shooting photos into the dark trees, into a field of small flowers and the light &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shining&lt;/span&gt; in from the heavens just to light up the flowers. In the glow of the sun light it felt mystical. The flowers were hidden away in a special place, away from the dust of the road and the trees &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absorbed&lt;/span&gt; the sounds of a few passing cars, and a few tractors going to the field. You knew mother nature had made a special place, So she could invite the wild life to come in and rest in the sun and into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fragrance&lt;/span&gt; smells of the soft flowers. A place where time and space took over. I ask you to take a minute to go to that country road and take time to just lay in the sun and the flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling the peace of time and space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first photo is of the sun flowers out side of town and I thought it was like the sun flowers were saying. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u all come back now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have a safe trip home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day, with a smile on my face I start for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for Sherri my creative Memories leader. Who wanted me to add photos. Hope you enjoy this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-2867075172994135676?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2867075172994135676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-day-i-am-going-to-take-you-on-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/2867075172994135676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/2867075172994135676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-day-i-am-going-to-take-you-on-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/SpgGqOez53I/AAAAAAAAABI/Axave34P3p4/s72-c/Picture+August+19+09+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-4724349667599960034</id><published>2009-08-26T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:26:16.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The old tub'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we are at the end of summer, the days are shorter and the weather has a different feel.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts go back when we first moved on to the farm in 1970 . It was just starting summer and the weather was nice most days and when it wasn't by noon it had improved.  The cottage that we had moved into did not have power, so that meant that we did not have heat or running water and with no bathroom we had the out house instead.  Who would have thought that it would be 1970 and this city girl would be living on a 30 &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;acre&lt;/span&gt; farm.  Right now it was just a 24 x 26  cabin and a one  hole out house. We did have a window in the out house for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ventilation&lt;/span&gt;.  Also we had a fur toilet seat cover for the winter, so your butt did not  stick to the seat in the cold winter.  My Amish clients laugh when they hear that, they just use the wood and that does not stick as much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew with the weather changing there would be no more bathing in the lake and I had to find something else.  I had my father-in law bring a round wash tub from the city.  But I was not 3 any more and did not fit.  I knew it would be getting cold and I had to start looking for a special tub.  I found one at the tractor supply store when I was buying horse feed.  It was a horse &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;tank&lt;/span&gt; and I knew it was going to be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was so ready, that when night came and chores were done I got out the tub.  I put it in the kitchen and hand pumped the water and heated it on the stove.  With the gas lamps and the glow of the oil lamps.  I thought can it get any better than this.  The time came to get in.  This was so great to have a hot bath and not bathe in the lake.  I sat until the water cooled.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bob came in and said how was it.  I told him great but I did not like having to drag the horse tank  out side to empty the water.  I hung it up on the out side of the small cabin and knew any time I need to just relax, the tub would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To day things have changed and my thoughts still go back to the old ways!&lt;br /&gt;At 65 I am glad that I don't have to hand pump the water. But I would pump water again just to sit in a hot relaxing bath.&lt;br /&gt;My grammar is not always right but I want to thank you for letting me share my every day thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-4724349667599960034?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/4724349667599960034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-we-are-at-end-of-summer-days-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/4724349667599960034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/4724349667599960034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-we-are-at-end-of-summer-days-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1661497596409800067.post-3190544338147259919</id><published>2009-08-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:21:51.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how to get this up and running but I have a friend that is real good at this.&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell. Some days I ride the back roads taking photos and enjoying the day. I would like to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;The days are changing and the air is feeling different and we think of chill and a light blanket at night. I just got a small tent and I am thinking about trying tent camping. At my age it will be a question of can I get up off the ground and out the short door. It is a 1 minute tent and it takes 10 minutes to get it back in the case, or stuffed in the car and hanging out the window to get back home. ( then a nap ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about going by my self . I am going to put my big girl pants on and give it a try. Maybe the old saying of your not getting older you are just getting better will work for me. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to take my phone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; the old saying does not work and I need to call 911. To get me off the ground and out of the tent.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bob looked at me and said you have a motor home and why would you go tent camping ?&lt;br /&gt;I will be back but I have to get off the computer and clean before he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; home from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1661497596409800067-3190544338147259919?l=scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/feeds/3190544338147259919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/3190544338147259919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1661497596409800067/posts/default/3190544338147259919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scootergirlandmrbob.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html' title='First day'/><author><name>Scooter Girl &amp;amp; and Mr. Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18411223259652831429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq8N0UcZwd8/Spqe-ThsBKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz9cmeqKRz4/S220/scooter-girl-web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
