<?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-7480251401233068258</id><updated>2012-01-14T05:32:11.582-08:00</updated><category term='A rainy day full of joy'/><title type='text'>Pinch of Salt</title><subtitle type='html'>The world is full of cactus but you don't have to sit on it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-4215281724807193350</id><published>2011-03-27T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:10:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New granddaughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5A_2qfY3UaQ/TY_BVz-yHBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gQqUFHcDNi4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588898243065027602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5A_2qfY3UaQ/TY_BVz-yHBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gQqUFHcDNi4/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May I introduce my newest granddaughter.. (we now have three little princesses and I have already been looking for matching outfits for the three of them!)..this was my first chance to hold her but it wasn't my last. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOMrTfSnI4k/TY_CLWidNFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JOhamdI_V18/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588899162874524754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOMrTfSnI4k/TY_CLWidNFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JOhamdI_V18/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa introduced her to the fine art of napping.  She is a quick study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aspo3DXTuns/TY_CxCiZqUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wJ_IeaFsGkE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aspo3DXTuns/TY_CxCiZqUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wJ_IeaFsGkE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588899810340612418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szlSML_o1Cs/TY_DHBOo5sI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dFXaelpi49A/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szlSML_o1Cs/TY_DHBOo5sI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dFXaelpi49A/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588900187946411714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to leave especially when she said, "Look I fit in your suitcase!  Take me with you!"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siUt5N-fjHY/TY_DtCe-xiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7_sWx9REUYk/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siUt5N-fjHY/TY_DtCe-xiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7_sWx9REUYk/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588900841118418466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-4215281724807193350?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/4215281724807193350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=4215281724807193350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4215281724807193350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4215281724807193350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-granddaughter.html' title='New granddaughter'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5A_2qfY3UaQ/TY_BVz-yHBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gQqUFHcDNi4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-5774711725875906170</id><published>2011-01-15T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:58:36.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of 2010</title><content type='html'>We welcome 2011 and say goodbye to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December was a fun month with a wedding, Christmas and New Years. Adam and Andrew came home by way of Arizona for the wedding of their cousin Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGwnJe2N6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/96EInAglIEI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562421201385961378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGwnJe2N6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/96EInAglIEI/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGw9cTKqkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DJd4dmJd3A0/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562421584394365506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGw9cTKqkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DJd4dmJd3A0/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGx77H9lcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WUO1wwqsrxo/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562422657820759490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGx77H9lcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WUO1wwqsrxo/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was the year for the "in-law" Christmas so all our married children did not come home but Adam and Andrew spent the holidays with us in Texas...and as usual brought lots of energy and fun with them. Our traditional New year's Eve Bingo night was loads of fun laughing and trading--(though we held it the night before so they could go to the singles dance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzDeBbDlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Yu-XpTdPKcU/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562423886959283794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzDeBbDlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Yu-XpTdPKcU/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzkEn23xI/AAAAAAAAALM/6V4ofISoK9I/s1600/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562424447076851474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzkEn23xI/AAAAAAAAALM/6V4ofISoK9I/s320/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzjs7evdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-0Umdzyp7SU/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562424440716705234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzjs7evdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-0Umdzyp7SU/s320/086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzjySWukI/AAAAAAAAALE/5ClguNjk_pY/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562424442154826306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzjySWukI/AAAAAAAAALE/5ClguNjk_pY/s320/093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then early in 2011--off they went leaving me feeling really sad for a day or so. Funny, we raise them to be independent and responsible adults. We truly do not want them to live with us forever--but it still feels sad when they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another end of an era--the van which has been part of the Salt family for 18 years made its last trip down the driveway. Lots of memories with that vehicle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzki_skuI/AAAAAAAAALU/f95VUbrNZYM/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562424455229903586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGzki_skuI/AAAAAAAAALU/f95VUbrNZYM/s320/098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/7480251401233068258-5774711725875906170?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/5774711725875906170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=5774711725875906170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/5774711725875906170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/5774711725875906170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-2010.html' title='The end of 2010'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TTGwnJe2N6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/96EInAglIEI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-5259757950105091016</id><published>2010-12-13T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:45:05.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We celebrated Thanksgiving this year in Denver with Matthew &amp;amp; Debbie. If only Sarah and her family could have been there it would have been perfect. As it was, it came pretty close.  We are so blessed and we had so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbuLQUXnWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rIfMaSBoI6c/s1600/513.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550385467907087714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbuLQUXnWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rIfMaSBoI6c/s400/513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbulo1HmyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nH_Qcz0feio/s1600/516.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550385921163500322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbulo1HmyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nH_Qcz0feio/s400/516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbwmp96nSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PlEqc8bvB0Q/s1600/526.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550388137671957794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbwmp96nSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PlEqc8bvB0Q/s320/526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbwlmbB7fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jvZA4ypMYw8/s1600/522.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550388119540461042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbwlmbB7fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jvZA4ypMYw8/s320/522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbwm8iqfkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TP_Hny7u1iA/s1600/529.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550388142657928770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbwm8iqfkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TP_Hny7u1iA/s320/529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                    (One of my favorite pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat down to Debbie's lovely table. She made the centerpieces herself!!   The meal was wonderful but the company was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbxIqwdCtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PAeHvbn7o6Y/s1600/519.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550388721999481554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbxIqwdCtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PAeHvbn7o6Y/s320/519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbxrGOMVUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_3U90n7vrcQ/s1600/534.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550389313487525186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbxrGOMVUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_3U90n7vrcQ/s320/534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We enjoyed our time together.  The girls did crafts.  We played games.  I went with Debbie to the gym--once to discover new muscles that I was not aware of in my legs which made descending the stairs every day a fun reminder of our experience. ouch!!  Then another day to take a weight lifting class to provide a similar experience for my arms and shoulders. Luckily no pictures of that!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Natalie helped me feel the baby kick. It was a great weekend spent together and we ended it by helping put the lights on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbzsiOJpJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Fs4L8wv_faI/s1600/537.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391537206666386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbzsiOJpJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Fs4L8wv_faI/s320/537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbzsN9hdII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TZAsY1xiEcs/s1600/536.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391531768214658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbzsN9hdII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TZAsY1xiEcs/s320/536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbzs0sghaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/v5nWJBwdK1E/s1600/540.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391542165833122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbzs0sghaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/v5nWJBwdK1E/s320/540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-5259757950105091016?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/5259757950105091016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=5259757950105091016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/5259757950105091016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/5259757950105091016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-in-denver.html' title='Thanksgiving in Denver'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TQbuLQUXnWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rIfMaSBoI6c/s72-c/513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-762765989831510556</id><published>2010-10-11T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:59:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June-August</title><content type='html'>June was a milestone year for Steve's parents.  They had their 60th wedding anniversary.  We loved being able to join them on the beautiful Oregon coast and celebrate their achievement.  They were excited to get to see Andrew again after two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOOscCSBxI/AAAAAAAAAII/TLZ0EMbiaJY/s1600/Anniversary+60th+(46).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOOscCSBxI/AAAAAAAAAII/TLZ0EMbiaJY/s400/Anniversary+60th+(46).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526918061804881682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOPXvlqYCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/j72vtvIMJVc/s1600/Anniversary+60th+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOPXvlqYCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/j72vtvIMJVc/s400/Anniversary+60th+(27).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526918805787926562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOPmnvsrfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zk10JaMIr84/s1600/Anniversary+60th+(20).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOPmnvsrfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zk10JaMIr84/s400/Anniversary+60th+(20).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526919061380574706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I am wearing a coat on the last week in June...INSIDE the house?  It is cold in Bandon--but it didn't snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in August all of our children headed to Nauvoo.  It was our first family reunion in almost 4 years.  It was a blast!!  We rented a home big enough for all of us and we had a great time together.  We prepared meals together, we played together, and we were touched by the spirit that permeates the place. We went on wagon rides and ox cart rides...and didn't need a coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOS886r29I/AAAAAAAAAIg/B4Kx5ec-eng/s1600/387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOS886r29I/AAAAAAAAAIg/B4Kx5ec-eng/s400/387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526922743555808210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOTrAMYLFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8bbQl5rjRSo/s1600/388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOTrAMYLFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8bbQl5rjRSo/s400/388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526923534709304402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOWmJ82nLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IASN9yttfXg/s1600/copy+of+540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOWmJ82nLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IASN9yttfXg/s400/copy+of+540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526926749964082354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved being with my children and my grand-children.  I am so glad they all made the effort to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-762765989831510556?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/762765989831510556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=762765989831510556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/762765989831510556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/762765989831510556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2010/10/june-august.html' title='June-August'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOOscCSBxI/AAAAAAAAAII/TLZ0EMbiaJY/s72-c/Anniversary+60th+(46).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-4451007115974654629</id><published>2010-10-11T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:20:47.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April-May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOKsQY6NTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YX5seeOLy3c/s1600/2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOKsQY6NTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YX5seeOLy3c/s400/2353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526913660632053042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in April, Andrew went to visit his siblings.  We were able to be there for Natalie's graduation...And SNOW IN APRIL!!  A big shocker for those of us that live in Houston or just spent two years in Samoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOLDIZmPzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1OlK2_bYGhg/s1600/2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOLDIZmPzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1OlK2_bYGhg/s400/2350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526914053624446770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did a short hop to Denver to celebrate Matthew's birthday with Matthew and Debbie.  Did I mention I have poor photography skills?  We will need to do a retake next time we are in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOMGzM9D6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vOm7yTQqDAE/s1600/2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOMGzM9D6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vOm7yTQqDAE/s400/2372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526915216165375906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLONkIJlQjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yc3g582OuJQ/s1600/2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLONkIJlQjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yc3g582OuJQ/s400/2387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526916819516211762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-4451007115974654629?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/4451007115974654629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=4451007115974654629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4451007115974654629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4451007115974654629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2010/10/april-may.html' title='April-May'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLOKsQY6NTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YX5seeOLy3c/s72-c/2353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-1437974137559667795</id><published>2010-10-11T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:31:03.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long long time ago...</title><content type='html'>I used to write on this blog occasionally. If you were worried we are fine. I just didn't have the enthusisam to try to remember how to post pictures and commentary without it being a jumbled mess. We will see if I am successful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLMM-YSYBhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/H-NlOqnaHGI/s1600/Samoa+Trip+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526775433524676114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLMM-YSYBhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/H-NlOqnaHGI/s400/Samoa+Trip+139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few highlights from the last 7 months or so has to include our trip to Samoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April...We went to Samoa to pick up our missionary son. It was an amazing trip. We were able to experience the culture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526775722725935154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLMNPNpVCDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WcNpdGvvuME/s400/Samoa+Trip+164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;admire the beauty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLMNZ8YkCxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/n6652C1ohn8/s1600/Samoa+Trip+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526775907070774034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLMNZ8YkCxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/n6652C1ohn8/s400/Samoa+Trip+318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet wonderful people, and hug our son a lot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLMMZUIYiYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/S8u_y6cCTjQ/s1600/Samoa+Trip+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526774796753865090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLMMZUIYiYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/S8u_y6cCTjQ/s400/Samoa+Trip+097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was waiting for us at the airport and he saw me coming through customs before I saw him. One of the other Elders asked him if he thought I knew he was waiting for us on the other side of the partition.   Andrew replied, "No, she hasn't seen me, yet." The Elder asked, "how do you know?" He replied, "She isn't crying!!  (Ignore my red tear stained eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-1437974137559667795?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1437974137559667795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=1437974137559667795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/1437974137559667795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/1437974137559667795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-long-time-ago.html' title='A long long time ago...'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/TLMM-YSYBhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/H-NlOqnaHGI/s72-c/Samoa+Trip+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-8260361885600660215</id><published>2010-03-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:09:22.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished a project!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/S6JeFpQglkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6V3Y3cPbTDM/s1600-h/purses+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450021950139176514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/S6JeFpQglkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6V3Y3cPbTDM/s400/purses+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/S6JeEzYatuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YYQUC1PH1os/s1600-h/purses+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450021935676831458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/S6JeEzYatuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YYQUC1PH1os/s400/purses+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/S6JeEeo3n1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/8I7p6Ybzuug/s1600-h/purses+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450021930108690258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/S6JeEeo3n1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/8I7p6Ybzuug/s400/purses+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Christmas, the girls and I (WOW did I wait a long time to say that) went to the fabric store. It was one of my favorite parts of the family visit. I loved watching them pick out their fabrics. I loved the fun they had helping each other and tossing around ideas. It was a great girl bonding experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made their purses. It was nice to finish a project and to have them seem so happy with the results. Happy day!&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/7480251401233068258-8260361885600660215?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8260361885600660215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=8260361885600660215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/8260361885600660215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/8260361885600660215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-finished-project.html' title='I finished a project!!'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/S6JeFpQglkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6V3Y3cPbTDM/s72-c/purses+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-3078790711154156319</id><published>2010-03-05T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:31:35.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquakes in Chile</title><content type='html'>I served a mission in Chile Concepcion many years ago.  The destruction there made me feel so very sad.  This article http://www.ldsmag.com/churchupdate/100303chile.html is a nice testimony that the Lord LOVES His missionaries.  My son in Samoa is also fine--the threatened tsunami did not materialize!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-3078790711154156319?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3078790711154156319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=3078790711154156319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/3078790711154156319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/3078790711154156319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2010/03/earthquakes-in-chile.html' title='Earthquakes in Chile'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-2881583002703838838</id><published>2009-10-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:17:30.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/StTCUYp7pAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jqcKHSHP5rI/s1600-h/Joe%27s+80th+Birthday+Party+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/StTCUYp7pAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jqcKHSHP5rI/s400/Joe%27s+80th+Birthday+Party+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392148309340824578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated my Dad's 80th birthday last weekend. I loved having us all together. It may have been a party for him, but I think we all got a present of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/StTDAO2vUoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TKd9itjK4os/s1600-h/Joe%27s+80th+Birthday+Party+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/StTDAO2vUoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TKd9itjK4os/s400/Joe%27s+80th+Birthday+Party+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392149062624432770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of his children and grandchildren were there except for the three young men on missions.  So we had them represented in cardboard form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/StTD5x5KSRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a6-Chz5O5Ho/s1600-h/Joe%27s+80th+Birthday+Party+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/StTD5x5KSRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a6-Chz5O5Ho/s400/Joe%27s+80th+Birthday+Party+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392150051282372882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One big happy family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-2881583002703838838?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2881583002703838838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=2881583002703838838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/2881583002703838838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/2881583002703838838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dad'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/StTCUYp7pAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jqcKHSHP5rI/s72-c/Joe%27s+80th+Birthday+Party+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-4650960969024273032</id><published>2009-10-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:39:16.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can now breathe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;As you have probably heard, on Tuesday, September  29,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;  magnitude 8.3 quake struck off &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Samoa&lt;/st1:place&gt; at 6:48  a.m. local time. The islands felt the earthquake and about 15 minutes later the  islands were engulfed by four tsunami waves 15 to 20 feet high that reached up  to a mile inland.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It appears that  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;American Samoa&lt;/st1:state&gt; was hit hard as was the south  side of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Upolu&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, Andrew, is an LDS missionary in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Pago Pago&lt;/st1:city&gt; on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;American Samoa&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The stories I have been hearing from some of the other missionary moms have been scary.  Elders climbing trees to avoid the water, homes moved off of the foundation with missionaries inside, cars washed around like pin balls with missionaries inside, and missionaries on a ferry in the ocean during the earthquake/ tsunami.  It is truly miraculous that every single missionary is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew called home to assure us of his safety and emailed us details today.  He said that having never experienced an earthquake--he watched Elder Pepe jump over the bed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; under the table and just sit there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;After watching him under the table for about 30 seconds, Elder Pepe said "come under the table lest you get hit by a  falling ceiling..." (translated exactly)  So Andrew moved under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the safety of all the missionaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-4650960969024273032?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/4650960969024273032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=4650960969024273032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4650960969024273032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4650960969024273032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-now-breathe.html' title='I can now breathe!'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-3010137624385070607</id><published>2009-09-06T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:35:14.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More simple joys...</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking today of more simple pleasures or memories that bring me joy.  For example, in our Sacrament meeting today a member of our ward who is from Mexico bore his testimony in Spanish.  It was so beautiful! (And rather amazing that I understood most of it!!) I was flooded with with such joy and memories of a time when I bore my testimony in Spanish on a daily basis.  (Back when I could "speak" Spanish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the joy of holding a new grandchild for the first time.   In July,  we welcomed our second granddaughter.  Even though Lily spent five days in NICU and was hooked up to so many monitors that it took a lot of caution and help to get her into your arms--WOW it was worth it.  Can't you tell I was thrilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQSvVoEXoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3pfZ_vK9ldE/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birth+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQSvVoEXoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3pfZ_vK9ldE/s400/Lily%27s+birth+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378444459455569538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                  Yes, I can honestly say that one of my favorite joys/blessings is being a grandmother.    One of my favorite memories this summer was when Ally wanted to help me embroider the label I was making for her quilt.  I was dubious that a 3-year old would be much help--but she was actually very good at pulling the needle and thread after I had poked it through the material.  She cheered and clapped every time!!  She turned a routine task into a celebration!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQVTs8CgYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V7bpiSC4XkA/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birth+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQVTs8CgYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V7bpiSC4XkA/s320/Lily%27s+birth+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378447283211895170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking was also a lot more fun with her help.  Even when she kept sneaking nibbles of the cobbler dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQX_FIDv9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/zMMuvcjRxBU/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birth+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQX_FIDv9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/zMMuvcjRxBU/s400/Lily%27s+birth+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378450227462389714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Then when the rest of my children arrived to meet the newest member of the family...and play with Ally.  Every day brought happy joys and lovely memories.     Ahhh, such happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQaSVBwmOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/shwl1Ensyzs/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birth+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQaSVBwmOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/shwl1Ensyzs/s400/Lily%27s+birth+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378452757171706082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQaDKXxUWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZQfsCBCe6K4/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birth+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQaDKXxUWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZQfsCBCe6K4/s400/Lily%27s+birth+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378452496613200226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQdfTXbjRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p0yXTE4OF0Y/s1600-h/105_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 401px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQdfTXbjRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p0yXTE4OF0Y/s400/105_1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378456278598913298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved talking "quilts" with Natalie.  She did a beautiful job on the quilt she made for Lilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQahKJtXxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NT7yx4Y4d7k/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birth+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQahKJtXxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NT7yx4Y4d7k/s400/Lily%27s+birth+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378453011950296850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching Nathan tenderly hold Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the hair bows Debbie made... and seeing both their smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Matthew, president and founder of the "naughty" uncle's club.  They all delight in spoiling their nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQd4XTFaQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hzA-kM_Wmi8/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birth+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQd4XTFaQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hzA-kM_Wmi8/s400/Lily%27s+birth+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378456709151156482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam would hold Lily or play airplane or scary monster with Ally.&lt;br /&gt;And even when Grandpa is exhausted, he still loves to hold his granddaughters.  (We have an identical photo of him holding Ally when she was a newborn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQZzwj2QdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3h3UBuxX3CA/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birth+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQZzwj2QdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3h3UBuxX3CA/s400/Lily%27s+birth+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378452231986495954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-3010137624385070607?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3010137624385070607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=3010137624385070607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/3010137624385070607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/3010137624385070607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-simple-joys.html' title='More simple joys...'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SqQSvVoEXoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3pfZ_vK9ldE/s72-c/Lily%27s+birth+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-8782698687269727493</id><published>2009-09-01T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:36:47.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy in simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/Sp1bXkB6HLI/AAAAAAAAADs/7_-81rSs650/s1600-h/!cid_818C52429C0E451A813929E9FB6453EE%40saltfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/Sp1bXkB6HLI/AAAAAAAAADs/7_-81rSs650/s400/!cid_818C52429C0E451A813929E9FB6453EE%40saltfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376553990517038258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of happiness or joy in this life, I think of the those I love and the times we share.  Steve and I were trying to decide what big exciting thing to do for our 30th wedding anniversary!  We considered a trip to Bryan College Station to see the George Bush presidential library.  But Texas A&amp;M was starting its fall classes so we figured the place would be a zoo with all the returning students.  We thought maybe a trip to San Antonio, but the weather forecast was 103 for the weekend and most of the tourist things in San Antonio are outside—not a lot of fun taking the river walk and visiting the Alamo in 103 degree weather.   Dallas might have been fun, but it is a long drive for a 2-day trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we end up doing?  Well, drum roll please… we decided NOT to stay over anywhere.  We took a day trip to Brenham to the Bluebell Creamery. It is only an hour drive away.  We paid to take the tour. Steve was quite happy that he qualified for the senior priced ticket. lol.  He kept telling me that his ticket cost less than mine.    Then at the end of the tour, they give you a “free” scoop of yummy ice cream.  I had pralines and cream MMMM, Steve had mint chocolate chip.  That's my adventurous sweetheart—he had that flavor in the freezer at home. lol  Then we drove over to the museum at Washington on the Brazos and spent an hour or so touring the museum.  We were the only ones in the place (I guess with school starting this week, no school kids were visiting yet.)  It was actually very interesting.  It was a lovely happy way to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I got an email from my missionary son in Samoa.  He has not written for the last 3 weeks.  It is funny how 600 words can brighten your day.  What little things are you happy about!  I sent him this picture to let him know how happy he made me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-8782698687269727493?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8782698687269727493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=8782698687269727493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/8782698687269727493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/8782698687269727493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy-in-simple-things.html' title='Joy in simple things'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/Sp1bXkB6HLI/AAAAAAAAADs/7_-81rSs650/s72-c/!cid_818C52429C0E451A813929E9FB6453EE%40saltfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-2691776796548288831</id><published>2009-05-19T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:58:24.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Matthew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ShMOFtUtQFI/AAAAAAAAADk/T9cWDIhKXaw/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ShMOFtUtQFI/AAAAAAAAADk/T9cWDIhKXaw/s400/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337625474592751698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ShMOFR3NlUI/AAAAAAAAADc/nV5Ubfs9vUY/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ShMOFR3NlUI/AAAAAAAAADc/nV5Ubfs9vUY/s400/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337625467221284162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this month, we flew to Denver to celebrate Matthew's birthday.  We planned it to coincide with Nathan and Natalie's visit as they were heading to Iowa for the summer.  My dad and Annette also joined us so he could ordain Matthew a high priest.  Debbie is a lovely hostess and we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Matthew’s birthday by spending the morning moving rocks.  Who says that the Salt family doesn’t know how to have a fun time?  The rock moving extravaganza was part of some landscaping efforts in their back yard.  &lt;br /&gt;Later we went to a movie and we played a lot of games together.  As usual I lost EVERY game—but I loved every minute of playing together.  Well, ALMOST every minute—losing Quiddler by nearly 200 points was not exactly my favorite part of the game playing. HAHA &lt;br /&gt;Even though we enjoyed working together no one thought to take pictures of us covered with dirt.  These pictures of us all cleaned up will have to do.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-2691776796548288831?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2691776796548288831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=2691776796548288831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/2691776796548288831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/2691776796548288831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-matthew.html' title='Happy Birthday Matthew'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ShMOFtUtQFI/AAAAAAAAADk/T9cWDIhKXaw/s72-c/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-3230404450424100488</id><published>2009-05-19T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:25:42.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A rainy day full of joy'/><title type='text'>A rainy day full of joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ShKlNkI59wI/AAAAAAAAADE/VjXdJEBufwg/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ShKlNkI59wI/AAAAAAAAADE/VjXdJEBufwg/s400/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337510160845371138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we had a rain day and schools were closed.  So, I used the day to make quilt squares for a fund raiser for MD Anderson.  The project is to raise money to help cure ovarian cancer. I had decided to make the squares in memory of my mother.  As I am learning to quilt, it was fun making the squares.  It is also a good cause but it mostly it made me feel close to my mother. I had been thinking a lot about her because I had recently heard a lesson about how from the beginning of time, God has used angels as His messengers to convey love and concern for His children. Elder Jeffrey Holland said, “Usually such beings are not seen. Sometimes they are. But seen or unseen they are always near… But I testify that angels are still sent to help us, even as they were sent to help Adam and Eve, to help the prophets, and indeed to help the Savior of the world Himself. I ask everyone within the sound of my voice to take heart, be filled with faith, and remember the Lord has said He “would fight [our] battles, [our] children’s battles, and [the battles of our] children’s children.” And what do we do to merit such a defense? We are to “search diligently, pray always, and be believing. Then] all things shall work together for [our] good, if [we] walk uprightly and remember the covenant wherewith [we] have covenanted.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me feel like my mother would really be someone who would volunteer to come be near us whenever we needed love and comfort.  She did a great job of that while on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-3230404450424100488?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3230404450424100488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=3230404450424100488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/3230404450424100488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/3230404450424100488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainy-day-full-of-joy.html' title='A rainy day full of joy'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ShKlNkI59wI/AAAAAAAAADE/VjXdJEBufwg/s72-c/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-4296447195851596932</id><published>2009-04-10T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:36:50.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to "my" shoes?!?</title><content type='html'>It’s official.  I am a dinosaur---  My Sunday shoes died two weeks ago. (Or rather, it is probably more correct to say that I NOTICED they were dead.)  Who knows how long I have been wearing them with chunks of leather missing and cracks like wrinkles in a very old woman's face.  I tend to have an arrangement with my shoes.  If they do not bother me--I will provide them a good home for a long time.  Case in point, these shoes were purchased 10 years ago when I started teaching seminary.  I needed nice "Sunday" shoes that were COMFORTABLE.  (I was on my feet teaching at 6 AM— Who needs sore feet at 6 AM?!?)  They needed to be flat or have LOW heels—  Who needs to fall off their shoes? And they had to be neutral colors.  I don't match my shoes to my outfit (though I do admire those who do.)  I am NOT like Imelda Marcos with her collection of over 2500 pairs of shoes.  (Actually my collection is about 6 pair-- 2 pair for work, 2 pair for church, sandals and keds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed off this week to the store to get new Sunday shoes.  Did you hear me weeping and wailing?!?  Store after store after store of shoes… NOT one pair like my old tried and true Sunday shoes.  And the looks the clerks gave me when they asked "Can I help you?" and I replied,  "Yes, I am looking for some shoes like the ones I bought ten years ago!  Flat, comfortable, dressy."  (You could see they thought I was a dinosaur!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples of what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/Sd__m1X4flI/AAAAAAAAACE/YEd-npijelo/s1600-h/3701773273758080_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/Sd__m1X4flI/AAAAAAAAACE/YEd-npijelo/s400/3701773273758080_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323254327202578002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/Sd__1P90WCI/AAAAAAAAACM/qPgh409CO7k/s1600-h/0266_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/Sd__1P90WCI/AAAAAAAAACM/qPgh409CO7k/s400/0266_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323254574859180066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm- these are not flat.  I have pictures in my head of me with casts on both my broken ankles when I fall off of these.  (And I do mean WHEN, not IF!)  Neither are they neutral--  They definitely do not match any of my Sunday dresses!!   :)  Besides I am getting feet cramps just looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeACMxeCheI/AAAAAAAAACk/GGQkmVGlmkA/s1600-h/ROCK090908_083121_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeACMxeCheI/AAAAAAAAACk/GGQkmVGlmkA/s400/ROCK090908_083121_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257178012943842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on a pair of these and they do not only LOOK comfy --they are comfy.  Not dressy, or neutral BUT comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeACpGL7U7I/AAAAAAAAACs/U6l_MOn5NvM/s1600-h/97b6_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeACpGL7U7I/AAAAAAAAACs/U6l_MOn5NvM/s400/97b6_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257664610456498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW now these are perhaps the MOST dressy shoes I have ever seen!!  But they are not neutral.  Besides what would I do in a Texas downpour with these on my feet?!!  I'd have to take off my shoes and put them safely in a waterproof bag.  Sort of defeats the whole purpose of wearing shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeAAXZLbkVI/AAAAAAAAACU/zKqSW5iL7Uw/s1600-h/15e5_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeAAXZLbkVI/AAAAAAAAACU/zKqSW5iL7Uw/s400/15e5_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323255161447747922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These look like they would take me a VERY long time to get on and off.  And, if I fell off of them would they act like tourniquets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeABcJ3VTdI/AAAAAAAAACc/H6h7eDr_K6s/s1600-h/10942-762965-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeABcJ3VTdI/AAAAAAAAACc/H6h7eDr_K6s/s400/10942-762965-d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323256342747893202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These look like they mean business--No one would mess with a woman in these shoes--they would know her feet were not happy!! or comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps I will just have to make my own. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeAC5fFnXeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/07BU0xIjrYY/s1600-h/FNOLHDVFNI3VV9V_MEDIUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SeAC5fFnXeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/07BU0xIjrYY/s400/FNOLHDVFNI3VV9V_MEDIUM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257946172775906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-4296447195851596932?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/4296447195851596932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=4296447195851596932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4296447195851596932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4296447195851596932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-official.html' title='What happened to &quot;my&quot; shoes?!?'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/Sd__m1X4flI/AAAAAAAAACE/YEd-npijelo/s72-c/3701773273758080_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-4113870070463703716</id><published>2009-03-29T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:39:37.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that smell?</title><content type='html'>I LOVE SMELLS!!  My sense of smell has returned and I am so GRATEFUL for smells.  I went to Bath and body Works this week.  The lady asked me when I walked in if she could help me.  I said, No--I just came in to sniff!!  I walked around smelling all the different scents.  It was amazing so many different pleasant aromas.  When I am making dinner, I can smell dinner cooking and it smells wonderful.  Chicken baking.  Soup boiling.  Onions frying. MMMMMM  Dishwashing detergent smells so clean!!  I actually like scrubbing the dishes just so I can enjoy the aroma of the soap.  Laundry detergent and fabric softener also smell clean--and the clothes when they come out of the drier.  It is fun to fold them as they smell so GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is not just the good smells...it is so nice to know when the trash NEEDS to be emptied.  Or the toast is burning.  Or that casserole is really not edible.  Or to be able to tell if those socks on the floor fell off the laundry pile or need to go into the laundry.  It has been a fun week to really be grateful for a small yet truly wonderful part of Heavenly Father's world.  What are your favorite smells?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in church an 8 year old autistic boy with such a wonderful spirit shared his feelings about life.  His message was full of wonder and joy at things he found amazing.  I was so touched by his awe and sweet spirit.  Maybe because I have been so apppreciative of some of the little things in life this week.  As he listed some of the things he was grateful for...My personal favorite was that he was grateful that Joseph Smith and Brigham Young were friends!!...My heart smiled and I thought...So am I!!  What are you grateful for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-4113870070463703716?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/4113870070463703716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=4113870070463703716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4113870070463703716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4113870070463703716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that smell?'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-2262202664160604985</id><published>2009-03-18T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:56:23.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ScFtZDSqUtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KHmX6py055Q/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ScFtZDSqUtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KHmX6py055Q/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314649312421630674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wild and crazy fun week I have had! (Please note the heavy sarcasm.)  Actually all went well with the surgery.  I slept through the whole thing!  :) Then I slept most of the rest of the day. Because I knew you would want to see it and as revenge for all of the wisdom teeth pictures that I took of my children—Adam took this picture for you.    I did have to wear this truly lovely nose sling for several days.  Some more good news was that I did not have a lot of swelling--so technically I could breathe through my nose.  However, breathing through a nose that is covered with a lovely nose sling is not a lot easier than breathing through a nose full of nasal polyps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everyone always asks if I was in a lot of pain.  Actually, it didn’t hurt at all until my follow up visit this week.  The nurse forgot to spray my nose with the numbing spray and when the doctor got busy cleaning the surgical debris out of my sinuses—I got busy crying.  My nose bleed for the next three hours and ached the rest of the day.  Next week I am going to be SURE I get numbed first!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-2262202664160604985?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2262202664160604985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=2262202664160604985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/2262202664160604985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/2262202664160604985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/03/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/ScFtZDSqUtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KHmX6py055Q/s72-c/IMG_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-3748419603127539612</id><published>2009-03-09T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:38:30.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's batman!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SbXR2GEybAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JOfzGe81Jpw/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SbXR2GEybAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JOfzGe81Jpw/s400/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382062827203586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew sent me some pictures this week.  One was of him holding a bat!! What's up with that?!?  It is hard to believe that in the intensive safety training that his dad gave him every day of his life with us --did we leave out the part where people should not touch bats!?!  I did not even show the picture to Steve--or I'd have to give him CPR.  :)  Seriously, in Texas they tell you if you see a bat not to touch it or get near it.  I don't know if it is the same everywhere but bats in Texas spread rabies and the only ones that will let you near them are usually sick.  Oh well at least rats aren't gnawing on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nicest experience today was when I announced to my AMI third graders that because I am having nasal surgery on Wednesday today would be my only day with them this week.  I expected cheering or big happy smiles at least!!  After all, these kiddos have missed their "specials" classes almost every day since January to attend math tutoring with me.  But instead of cheering, they were sad. AHHHH  They are the sweetest kids ever.  I am going to keep praying they pass that test.  The fifth graders cheered but I will pray for them too.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-3748419603127539612?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3748419603127539612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=3748419603127539612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/3748419603127539612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/3748419603127539612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-batman.html' title='It&apos;s batman!!'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SbXR2GEybAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JOfzGe81Jpw/s72-c/Andrew%27s+memory+card+%235+297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-7305696180598635892</id><published>2009-03-03T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:26:50.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear me now?</title><content type='html'>Happy March!!   If you wonder why I am whispering :) I have had a bout of laryngitis this week.  It made teaching school a lot more interesting.  I really need to be able to talk when my job is to tutor children for their math TAKS..  One day I put my hand on my chest as I tried to suck in enough air to speak loud enough to be heard.  One of my little sweeties very seriously asked, "Mrs. Salt are you having a heart attack?"  It made me laugh so hard that I started coughing and I still didn't get to say what I needed to.  Can you imagine 6 little third graders trying to give me CPR if I was really having a heart attack?  But I am doing much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school I work at is so great at trying to build the confidence and encouragement of the children that they CAN pass the TAKS.  They have been holding assemblies and all kinds of attivities to give them confidence.  Friday they had the final assembly to wish them well.  The little kids (K-2) made posters and lined the halls cheering for the older kids (3-5) as they marched into the gym.  Then at the start of the assembly they said they had a surprise...the gym doors opened up and in marched the high school drum line!!!  WOW!  They were amazing and the kids were pumped--lets hope they pass those tests!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-7305696180598635892?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/7305696180598635892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=7305696180598635892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/7305696180598635892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/7305696180598635892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-march-if-you-wonder-why-i-am.html' title='Can you hear me now?'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-4282013157145643862</id><published>2009-02-12T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:29:16.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SZUTIqqZCfI/AAAAAAAAABs/ga7H7fYjva8/s1600-h/Christmas+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SZUTIqqZCfI/AAAAAAAAABs/ga7H7fYjva8/s400/Christmas+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302165175910599154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-4282013157145643862?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/4282013157145643862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=4282013157145643862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4282013157145643862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4282013157145643862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBwSxUKSaFg/SZUTIqqZCfI/AAAAAAAAABs/ga7H7fYjva8/s72-c/Christmas+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-2826217049293670639</id><published>2009-02-12T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:47:57.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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What you say in a letter may very well be the highlight of the week.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmm, doesn’t that seem like a lot of EXTRA pressure to put on a mother just trying to keep in touch with her own child?!?&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also, the article said that I should try “to limit describing what is going on at home.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HMMM let me see if I have this correct—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; 1) I should try to make my letters “like spring water to a thirsty soul” but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; 2) not tell him anything we are doing?!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  Is it just me or does th&lt;/span&gt;at seem a little difficult?? Well, it has made me ponder and reminisce about letters that I received from home while serving on my mission.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started thinking how much I liked to get letters from my dad telling me about his garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One time he even sent me a picture of himself standing in his potato patch!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I laughed out loud.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was just so much like my dad to be so proud of his potato patch!!&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I plan on continuing to send my letters filled with happenings at home AND I sent him a &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;picture of me with my quilt squares!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-2826217049293670639?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2826217049293670639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=2826217049293670639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/2826217049293670639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/2826217049293670639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480251401233068258.post-4332418185771698802</id><published>2009-01-18T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:07:46.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is really my first blog post...(maybe my last)</title><content type='html'>So Matthew decided I should set up my own blog page...I wonder if he is seeking revenge for a comment that I made on his.  :)  More likely he is trying to drag me into the world of modern technology.  He has no idea how challenged I am.  Or how boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7480251401233068258-4332418185771698802?l=mommasalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/feeds/4332418185771698802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7480251401233068258&amp;postID=4332418185771698802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4332418185771698802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7480251401233068258/posts/default/4332418185771698802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalt.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-really-my-first-blog-postmaybe.html' title='This is really my first blog post...(maybe my last)'/><author><name>Momma Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763414855916707193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
