<?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-1491870620138305685</id><updated>2011-09-18T16:47:35.726-04:00</updated><category term='humankind'/><category term='Centerpieces'/><category term='Puerta Vallarta Pro-Am'/><category term='Marion D. Hanks'/><category term='Alice Haddow'/><category term='Persevere'/><category term='Faust'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='Dr. Oz'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Oprah Winfrey'/><category term='Leighoda'/><title type='text'>Alice Haddow:  Bits and Pieces</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog to express ideas about life through the bits and pieces of scattered thoughts, however fragmented they may be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-8405436537451431990</id><published>2009-10-18T23:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:50:59.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys and Sorrows</title><content type='html'>My oldest brother was taken home today to that God who gave him life.  While I seek to come to terms with the profound lessons intrinsic to the experience of losing a sibling, how appropriate that tonight I would stumble onto a quotation I had not read in many years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We knew before we were born that we were coming to the earth for bodies and experience and that we would have joys and sorrows, ease and pain, comforts and hardships, health and sickness, successes and disappointments, and we knew also that after a period of life we would die. We accepted all these eventualities with a glad heart, eager to accept both the favorable and unfavorable. We eagerly accepted the chance to come earthward even though it might be for only a day or a year. Perhaps we were not so much concerned whether we should die of disease, of accident, or of senility. We were willing to take life as it came and as we might organize and control it, and this without murmur, complaint, or unreasonable demands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;--Kimball, Faith Precedes the Miracle, 106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;May we all take life as it comes, "and this without murmur, complaint, or unreasonable demands."  May we all see the big picture, reflecting in our actions the understanding that comes therefrom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-8405436537451431990?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8405436537451431990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=8405436537451431990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/8405436537451431990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/8405436537451431990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/10/joys-and-sorrows.html' title='Joys and Sorrows'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-4168870615966028922</id><published>2009-10-10T15:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:41:00.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Quotation and an Update</title><content type='html'>I stumbled onto another uplifting quotation for difficult times today, and I did not wish to pass it by without finding a permanent home for it.  Bits and Pieces is as good a storage place as any, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord gives us a spirit of hope and a feeling of comfort and confidence that we can overcome the obstacles we face. He has shown the way to gain strength during our struggles. With His assistance, we have the ability to succeed. Listen to His words of counsel and comfort: 'Fear not, little children, for you are mine, and I have overcome the world and none of them that my Father hath given me shall be lost.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;--L. Lionel Kendrick, "Strength During Struggles," Ensign, Oct 2001, 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not before heard the name of Lionel Kendrick, but he is clearly a wise man.  I will do my best to take his words to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject, for those who may still wonder about my fried brain from last March, I have recovered nicely.  Despite the grueling nature of the Praxis II test, I managed to score 199 out of 200.  Trust me, no one was more surprised than I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very pleased to receive in the mail a Certificate of Excellence for my efforts on that test, but I was even happier with the results of my writing test for the VCLA exam.  I spent hours in front of a computer in DC taking the Virginia Communication and Literacy Assessment for potential teachers. As I left the center when my time was up, the center director said, "Let me print out your score."  Almost immediately her printer began to spit out a document that had my name and identification numbers written boldly at the top.  In the middle of the document, the printer ink had formed these words:  "Percentage of multiple-choice questions answered correctly on the Writing subtest:  100%."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried and tried to think of another time that I might have achieved a perfect score on a standardized test.  Sorry, but there isn't one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-4168870615966028922?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4168870615966028922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=4168870615966028922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/4168870615966028922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/4168870615966028922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-great-quotation-and-update.html' title='Another Great Quotation and an Update'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-7678286331901945766</id><published>2009-03-15T00:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:13:23.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will my brain ever recover?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SbyMnChBncI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uXGTe1Ilm6E/s1600-h/71R71TFVVYL._SL500_AA240_.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SbyMnChBncI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uXGTe1Ilm6E/s200/71R71TFVVYL._SL500_AA240_.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313276262708518338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions of the day:  Who is the author of Wide Sargass Sea and for what piece of classic literature does this book claim to act as a prequel? No looking, no cheating, no checking Google; just read and answer the above in one minute or less.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the important part:  When you've correctly answered this question with no looking, no cheating, and no checking Google, please send the answer to ETS and tell them to put it in my test booklet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you're at it, you can help with a few more:  What is the name of the first epistolary novel ever written?  In what century was that epistolary novel written?  Does anyone know what an epistolary novel is?  Just tell me; no looking, no cheating, no checking Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If, off the top of your head, you can answer these and 118 other obscure literary questions in fewer seconds than 60 with no looking, no cheating, and no checking Google, you should ask to take the Praxis II ELLC test.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I did on Saturday morning WITHOUT the Arco guide pictured--not that the Arco guide would have done me any good beyond the picture of the sliced-into-fragments brain on the cover.  That's what the test did to my own brain: fragment it and then fry it.  As of tonight I don't think I'll ever recover, but at least I'll forever remember, sliced up brain and all, the names of Jean Rhys, Samuel Richardson, and an 18th century &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt;, topped off with one we all love:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm still wondering, however, about that strange "epistolary" word, which, despite an adult life completely immersed in the world of words, I had never read nor heard prior to Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we're already caught in this grind, go ahead and check the title of my post.  Does its structure reflect MLA or APA guidelines?  If you can answer that one with no looking, no cheating, and no checking Google, you will have answered perhaps the easiest question of the day.  Shall we keep going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry.  Can't do it.  For now, I need a good night's sleep and a brain surgeon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-7678286331901945766?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7678286331901945766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=7678286331901945766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7678286331901945766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7678286331901945766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-my-brain-ever-recover.html' title='Will my brain ever recover?'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SbyMnChBncI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uXGTe1Ilm6E/s72-c/71R71TFVVYL._SL500_AA240_.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-5651882941979738468</id><published>2009-03-04T07:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:25:08.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zealotry or Old Age?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/Sa58brM2X7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/RAmz-8vhkLw/s1600-h/hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/Sa58brM2X7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/RAmz-8vhkLw/s200/hunter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309317825611325362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking at the blogs of my friends whose children are still at home.  If I were in the same season of life, I have no doubt my blog--whenever I could get to it--would contain pictures of my young children living their completely adorable lives. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have looked at my own blog only sporadically of late and realize it has become of string of thoughts from General Authorities.  I stopped adding to it for awhile (a) because work has become more and more time consuming and (b) because I felt as though I might appear just a little zealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized this morning, however, old age has its perks:  First, concern about appearance matters much, much less than it did in earlier years.  Second, the gift of time (whenever work schedules don't interfere) reappears, allowing for the kind of reflection one cannot engage in when the house is full of five children under the age of six.  Third, old age is a reminder that heaven is not far away, so why not get ready for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this is a prelude to the thought I stumbled across this morning and wanted to save on my blog.  Written in 1989 by the much beloved Howard W. Hunter, here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To fully understand this gift of agency and its inestimable worth, it is imperative that we understand that God's chief way of acting is by persuasion and patience and long-suffering, not by coercion and stark confrontation.  He acts by gentle solicitation and by sweet enticement. He always acts with unfailing respect for the freedom and independence that we possess.  He wants to help us and pleads for the chance to assist us, but he will not do so in violation of our agency.  He loves us too much to do that, and doing so would run counter to his divine character.--"The Golden Thread of Choice," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ensign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, November 1989, 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strung together beautifully, these words portray a magnificent concept--one that no doubt has the power to change lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of change, my next effort will involve a computer tutoring session to learn how to add blog pictures in the precise spot intended, as opposed to whatever spot the computer decides.  I don't know whether this will help me get ready for heaven or not, but even in old age having at least a few skills is a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-5651882941979738468?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5651882941979738468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=5651882941979738468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/5651882941979738468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/5651882941979738468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/03/zealotry-or-old-age.html' title='Zealotry or Old Age?'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/Sa58brM2X7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/RAmz-8vhkLw/s72-c/hunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-9088757551610952024</id><published>2009-02-26T13:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:42:45.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Mercies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SabiOgcZCWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OTHK4kZaiW4/s1600-h/bednar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SabiOgcZCWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OTHK4kZaiW4/s200/bednar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177949757770082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When words cannot provide the solace we need or express the joy we feel, when it is simply futile to attempt to explain that which is unexplainable, when logic and reasoning cannot yield adequate understanding about the injustices and inequities of life, when mortal experience and evaluation are insufficient to produce a desired outcome, and when it seems that perhaps we are so totally alone, truly we are blessed by the tender mercies of the Lord and made mighty even unto the power of deliverance.--David A. Bednar, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ensign&lt;/span&gt;, May 2005.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me, or do these words bring the comfort of warm blankets in winter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-9088757551610952024?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/9088757551610952024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=9088757551610952024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/9088757551610952024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/9088757551610952024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/02/tender-mercies.html' title='Tender Mercies'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SabiOgcZCWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OTHK4kZaiW4/s72-c/bednar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-1189270644426516087</id><published>2009-01-27T15:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:51:43.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE--a little late, as usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SX93PXtc6XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DchrdF1bxz4/s1600-h/UchtdorfDFApril08_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SX93PXtc6XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DchrdF1bxz4/s200/UchtdorfDFApril08_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296082792757389682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I admit it.  Now that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; has come back to television, Monday night FHE's in the empty nest of Alice Haddow consist mostly of TV-tube face time with none other than Jack Bauer.  To offset our over-indulgence in stories surrounding the greatest American (albeit fictional) hero of all time, Alice Haddow is adding to her blog the following thought, one that is actually appropriate for FHE, from Dieter Uchtdorf:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The things we hope for lead us to faith, while the things we hope in lead us to charity.  The three qualities faith, hope, and charity working together . . . lead us to abound in good works."--"The Infinite Power of Hope," &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ensign, &lt;/span&gt;November 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, there is nothing fictional about Dieter Uchtdorf.  He is the real deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-1189270644426516087?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1189270644426516087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=1189270644426516087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/1189270644426516087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/1189270644426516087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/fhe-little-late-as-usual.html' title='FHE--a little late, as usual'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SX93PXtc6XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DchrdF1bxz4/s72-c/UchtdorfDFApril08_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-5535363974249843678</id><published>2009-01-24T07:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:15:12.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Post - 16 hours early!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SXsPUDHSz7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JmMbgH05hr8/s1600-h/james_e_faust_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SXsPUDHSz7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JmMbgH05hr8/s200/james_e_faust_md.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294842624011849650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Forgiveness is freeing up and putting to better use the energy once consumed by holding grudges, harboring resentments, and nursing unhealed wounds.  It is rediscovering the strengths we always had and relocating our limitless capacity to understand and accept other people and ourselves."--James E. Faust, "The Healing Power of Forgiveness," May 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ensign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Judging from recent Sunday posts, as well as miscellaneous thought cards stashed here and there, Alice Haddow has concluded she finds great wisdom in the words of James Faust. This is quite surprising, given her understanding that he was a life-long Democrat while Alice Haddow remains faithful to the other side of politics.  Alice Haddow's father and grandfather, however, were also life-long Democrats, and she loved them, too. Many parts of our existence obviously transcend politics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Alice Haddow is thinking it would be great if ALL parts of our existence transcended politics. Unfortunately, thoughts like these are the stuff dreams are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-5535363974249843678?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5535363974249843678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=5535363974249843678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/5535363974249843678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/5535363974249843678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-post-16-hours-early.html' title='Sunday Post - 16 hours early!'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SXsPUDHSz7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JmMbgH05hr8/s72-c/james_e_faust_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-8596786948192132306</id><published>2009-01-14T22:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:38:08.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Me</title><content type='html'>I stumbled onto a fantastic blog tonight.  I thought it would serve as a nice companion to the "Biggest Loser" contest going on among my friends.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry.  I would have joined the contest if my work schedule would allow it.  Instead, I am going to enjoy this great find and the links that go with it.  If this lady can lose 100 pounds (and it looks as though she's already lost 42), I can certainly lose four--definitely, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to share.    Here is the link:  &lt;a href="http://anewmeitsuptome.blogspot.com"&gt;http://anewmeitsuptome.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and sorry about the recent dearth of pictures on my blog.  I need my hubby to teach me how to insert them again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-8596786948192132306?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8596786948192132306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=8596786948192132306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/8596786948192132306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/8596786948192132306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-me.html' title='A New Me'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-3986163249086215886</id><published>2009-01-07T12:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:11:42.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Haddow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persevere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faust'/><title type='text'>42 hours late, but still an FHE thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Perseverance is demonstrated by those who keep going when the going gets tough, who don't give up even when others say it can't be done."--James E. Faust, "Perseverance," Ensign, May 2005, 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought expressed in the quotation above is dedicated to my remarkable husband, whose strength of spirit seems nearly unmatched among those whom I've had the pleasure of meeting in this world.  No matter how difficult the circumstances might be, he remains willing at all times to work through problems and to persevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nit-picky details of the quotation above are left to Alice Haddow, ever the editor, who couldn't help but notice the typist of the original quotation had inserted unnecessary commas and, adding insult to injury, placed the sentence period outside the quotation marks when everyone knows that's against the rules.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The appearance of the word "persevere" also strikes Alice Haddow as extremely odd and causes her to wish to pronounce the word incorrectly. Decades ago, Alice Haddow's college friends referred to her as their "computer speller," but age has now deprived her of that once appropriate moniker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt our computer savvy friends are saying, "Just look it up online, already!"  However, no one has ever, for good reason, referred to Alice Haddow as computer savvy.  Obviously, she will have to break down, get out her dictionary, and report her findings, for which she is certain you simply cannot wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-3986163249086215886?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3986163249086215886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=3986163249086215886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/3986163249086215886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/3986163249086215886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/18-hours-late-but-still-fhe-thought.html' title='42 hours late, but still an FHE thought'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-701358918204045724</id><published>2009-01-05T00:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:06:31.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Minutes Late but Still a Sunday Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SXsR5qAsgsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ut21EOxwLzk/s1600-h/Holland_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SXsR5qAsgsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ut21EOxwLzk/s200/Holland_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294845469131571906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closely related to our own obligation to repent is the generosity of letting others do the same. . . . We don't want God to remember our sins, so there is something fundamentally wrong in our relentlessly trying to remember others' sins. . . . It is one of those ironies of godhood that in order to find peace, the offended as well as the offender must engage the principle of forgiveness."--Jeffrey R. Holland, "The Peaceable Things of the Kingdom," &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ensign&lt;/span&gt;, Nov. 1996, 82.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-701358918204045724?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/701358918204045724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=701358918204045724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/701358918204045724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/701358918204045724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/eleven-minutes-late-but-still-sunday.html' title='Eleven Minutes Late but Still a Sunday Thought'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SXsR5qAsgsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ut21EOxwLzk/s72-c/Holland_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-2595938781292936378</id><published>2008-12-28T15:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:56:40.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice admires her friend's creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SVfkBoz_R7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uEV1xdUG58A/s1600-h/another+centerpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SVfkBoz_R7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uEV1xdUG58A/s320/another+centerpiece.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284943404529043378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SVfkBTNhP2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/uhfM8LlK5lI/s1600-h/centerpiece+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SVfkBTNhP2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/uhfM8LlK5lI/s320/centerpiece+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284943398730547042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SVfkA_eMXdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mwAKtH9baaw/s1600-h/centerpiece+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SVfkA_eMXdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mwAKtH9baaw/s320/centerpiece+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284943393431772626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Haddow has found more of Leighoda's lovely centerpieces to display.  Leighoda artfully took care of most of the tables at the ward Christmas breakfast, providing many reminders (with thanks to John Keats) that "a thing of beauty is a joy forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-2595938781292936378?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2595938781292936378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=2595938781292936378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/2595938781292936378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/2595938781292936378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/12/alice-admires-her-friends-creativity.html' title='Alice admires her friend&apos;s creativity'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SVfkBoz_R7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uEV1xdUG58A/s72-c/another+centerpiece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-8829963267225496425</id><published>2008-12-18T00:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:26:45.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centerpieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Haddow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leighoda'/><title type='text'>Leighoda's Centerpiece(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUndqRbKUbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uIxd76Z8WQk/s1600-h/Leighoda%27s+Centerpiece.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/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUndqRbKUbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uIxd76Z8WQk/s320/Leighoda%27s+Centerpiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280995756370186674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had promised the sons and daughter-in-law of my friend Leighoda that I would publish pictures of her beautiful Christmas centerpieces on my blog.  After a week of trying to figure out to which computer they had been downloaded, I finally found at least some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the first of hopefully multiple pictures displaying the wonderful artistry of an amazingly giving lady.  All of the greenery she cut from her own yard to create dozens of centerpieces for the ward breakfast.  Without her efforts, the room would not have been nearly so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Leighoda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-8829963267225496425?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8829963267225496425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=8829963267225496425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/8829963267225496425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/8829963267225496425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/12/leighodas-centerpieces.html' title='Leighoda&apos;s Centerpiece(s)'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUndqRbKUbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uIxd76Z8WQk/s72-c/Leighoda%27s+Centerpiece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-3171665761985035395</id><published>2008-12-14T16:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:46:29.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humankind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Haddow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marion D. Hanks'/><title type='text'>More Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUV3xmUW8dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FphtdwbjnpY/s1600-h/hanksmd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUV3xmUW8dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FphtdwbjnpY/s320/hanksmd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279757832145007058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have stumbled across many eloquent statements today, not the least of which includes the following from Marion D. Hanks.  He asks, "What is our response when we are offended, misunderstood, unfairly or unkindly treated, or sinned against, made an offender for a word, falsely accused, passed over, hurt by those we love, our offerings rejected?  Do we resent, become bitter, hold a grudge?  Or do we resolve the problem if we can, forgive, and rid ourselves of the burden?  The nature of our response to such situations may well determine the nature and quality of our lives, here and eternally.  A courageous friend, her faith refined by many afflictions, said to me only hours ago, 'Humiliation must come before exaltation.'  It is required of us to forgive.  Our salvation depends upon it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are more than words of wisdom.  They are Sunday-forever thoughts designed as balm to soothe the souls of all humankind, with emphasis on the "kind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-3171665761985035395?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3171665761985035395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=3171665761985035395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/3171665761985035395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/3171665761985035395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-words-to-live-by.html' title='More Words to Live By'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUV3xmUW8dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FphtdwbjnpY/s72-c/hanksmd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-7201507201694978612</id><published>2008-12-14T15:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:31:49.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Haddow and the PV Pro-Am Final Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUVrr2D4boI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uJ56KMMdgxw/s1600-h/CIMG0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUVrr2D4boI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uJ56KMMdgxw/s320/CIMG0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279744539152117378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In deference to those who are surely wondering after viewing the extraordinary pictures in the most recent Bits and Pieces post, Alice Haddow is pleased to announce the final results of the Vallarta flight in the 2008 Puerto Vallarta Pro-Am Golf Tournament.  The handsome group above managed in the end to eek out a victory, outlasting many other fat old guys on the course.  They took home some pretty big money--at least enough to pay for 15 minutes of their wives' shopping--and saw no reason in the end to exhibit humility in any form.  Go Summerhays, Haddow, Bake, Miller, and Wallin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-7201507201694978612?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7201507201694978612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=7201507201694978612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7201507201694978612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7201507201694978612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/12/alice-haddow-and-pv-pro-am-final-report.html' title='Alice Haddow and the PV Pro-Am Final Report'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUVrr2D4boI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uJ56KMMdgxw/s72-c/CIMG0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-782012690585123973</id><published>2008-12-10T22:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:34:20.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puerta Vallarta Pro-Am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Haddow'/><title type='text'>Alice Haddow and the PV Pro-Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUCOvKma_lI/AAAAAAAAADw/4TtzEx-EOl0/s1600-h/CIMG0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUCOvKma_lI/AAAAAAAAADw/4TtzEx-EOl0/s320/CIMG0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278375704228724306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Val and Chris: The picture speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUCN_8L--CI/AAAAAAAAADo/fszJvAAX8d4/s1600-h/CIMG0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUCN_8L--CI/AAAAAAAAADo/fszJvAAX8d4/s320/CIMG0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374892905887778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew with their wives at the PV Pro-Am, tied for first place and trying to remain humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-782012690585123973?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/782012690585123973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=782012690585123973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/782012690585123973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/782012690585123973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/12/alice-haddow-and-pv-panorama-restaurant.html' title='Alice Haddow and the PV Pro-Am'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SUCOvKma_lI/AAAAAAAAADw/4TtzEx-EOl0/s72-c/CIMG0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-5722961966899208188</id><published>2008-12-08T15:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:28:54.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Haddow and the Humidity in Puerto Vallarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/ST2HcPUnK8I/AAAAAAAAADY/I8R-CuTVvsM/s1600-h/humidity-smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/ST2HcPUnK8I/AAAAAAAAADY/I8R-CuTVvsM/s320/humidity-smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277523257567161282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I arrived in Puerto Vallarta yesterday, grateful for the perfectly straight hair generously provided to me prior to my departure, courtesy of my talented hairdresser and her trusty Conair 1600.  Less than 24 hours later, my hair no longer appears as the blonde version of the girl on the phone in the image above.  The dog's hair?  Well, that's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that all my friends have baseball caps with "Bad Hair Day" written in rhinestones.  Do you think they sell such things in Puerto Vallarta?  If not, I will open a cap store here.  I will make a fortune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-5722961966899208188?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5722961966899208188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=5722961966899208188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/5722961966899208188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/5722961966899208188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/12/alice-haddow-and-humidity-in-puerta.html' title='Alice Haddow and the Humidity in Puerto Vallarta'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/ST2HcPUnK8I/AAAAAAAAADY/I8R-CuTVvsM/s72-c/humidity-smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-7580727668813031596</id><published>2008-11-30T22:09:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:57:31.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Leftovers - Good Enough for the Science Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STNkJougmZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OjwW64ZLsro/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STNkJougmZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OjwW64ZLsro/s200/thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274669705295075730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to report my findings on a highly scientific experiment conducted in my kitchen this very afternoon.  In order to fully explain this scientific experiment, I must first provide the predicate upon which it is based, with said predicate also appropriately requiring a switch to third person.  (Throat clears; predicate begins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know Alice Haddow will concur that she often has great difficulty keeping a schedule.  This is not to say she is irresponsible; she, in fact, often demonstrates tendencies 180 degrees the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of the often-required juxtaposition of an overdeveloped sense of responsibility with a complete inability to maintain a schedule typically wreaks havoc on Alice Haddow and those around her.  Case in point:  Thanksgiving. Citizens of the United States treat this as a holiday to be celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November.  After years and years of trying to meet this schedule by cooking a dinner intended to be complete by said Thursday, Alice Haddow finally gave up a few years ago and began dialing the telephone number to International Country Club for Thanksgiving reservations.  She did this much to the chagrin of her son-in-law Emron, who has vowed never, ever, ever to eat Thanksgiving dinner anywhere other than the confines of a home, assuming, of course, he is located in the United States when turkey day rolls around.  If he is outside the country, all bets are off, although Mexico this year did not seem too large an obstacle for a Prattastic in-home meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, years of feasting at the ITCC buffet, unfortunately without Emron, not only nourished Alice Haddow's sense of responsibility but it also let her off the hook with regard to meeting a schedule.  She was, after all, dutifully paying homage to the holiday while simultaneously limiting her scheduled obligations to getting dressed in time to leave for the 3 p.m. sitting.  Thanks to an invitation from Uncle John and Aunt Kathy, the Haddow family experimented this year with the buffet at Fairfax Country Club to find similar, but improved (because the food was better), results.  The only downside to either choice of location boils down to one thing after dinner is done:   ZERO leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter this yea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STNlc-3gjRI/AAAAAAAAADA/zgvib7utVws/s1600-h/dinnerdonebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STNlc-3gjRI/AAAAAAAAADA/zgvib7utVws/s200/dinnerdonebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274671137167543570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r's big experiment:  How to enjoy turkey day at a country club and get some leftovers to boot. This is an experiment one cannot possibly conduct without Dinner Done in Centreville, Virginia.  Having noticed an "Everything but the Turkey" ad, Alice Haddow telephoned Dinner Done to inform them she would be picking up their entire EBT kit on Wednesday afternoon, the day before Thanksgiving.  Alas, this meant that Alice Haddow must again meet a scheduled obligation, but as long as the obligation remained minimal, Alice Haddow convinced herself she could get to Dinner Done sometime before closing time at 9 pm on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan:  Eat a feast in Fairfax on Thursday; enjoy pie from Pie Gourmet on Thursday night; on Friday pop the EBT from Dinner Done into the oven for some fast but very delicious "leftovers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only glitch:  Keeping the schedule.  Alice Haddow couldn't get around to cooking the EBT until Sunday, but even then it was well worth it.   Knowing she could not possibly predict in advance when the EBT would come out of the oven, Alice Haddow invited three of the coolest girls in the Langley Ward to show up and enjoy them with her sometime--say--between 4 and 5:30 p.m. on Sunday afternoon.  The girls arrived at 4:15 p.m., apparently happy to act as guinea pigs in this grand experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Haddow wa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STNpHyDC1BI/AAAAAAAAADI/4wYz2emKblc/s1600-h/ThanksgivingFeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STNpHyDC1BI/AAAAAAAAADI/4wYz2emKblc/s200/ThanksgivingFeast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675170995524626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s pleased to conclude the experiment with a big thumbs up from everyone. Henceforth, Thanksgiving for the Haddows will include not only a trip to a CC on Thursday but an EBT kit from Dinner Done as leftovers for Friday (or whenever Alice Haddow can get around to cooking it).  Any sons-in-law who insist on turkey in a home simply need to show up three or fewer days after Thanksgiving to enjoy juicy turkey with cranberry sauce and raisin-almond stuffing, buttermilk mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, corn souffle, sweet potatoes, and pumpkin chiffon cheesecake, put together, baked, eaten and cleaned up in six hours or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmm. A deliciously successful experiment.  No schedules required.  Alice Haddow would offer it for submission to a local science fair, but then she'd have to write it down on the calendar and remember to get everything done on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-7580727668813031596?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7580727668813031596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=7580727668813031596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7580727668813031596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7580727668813031596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-leftovers-good-enough-for.html' title='Thanksgiving Leftovers - Good Enough for the Science Fair'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STNkJougmZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OjwW64ZLsro/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-4910727615101567405</id><published>2008-11-26T15:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:22:53.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Diva Dedications</title><content type='html'>This is a shout out for the many Martha Stewarts with whom I've had the great honor of associating lo these multiple decades.  Though you may think there's only one Martha Stewart, I beg to differ.  I am related to a bunch of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SS9Vmx5ctYI/AAAAAAAAACI/5I_IA7xyDrM/s1600-h/DSC01428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SS9Vmx5ctYI/AAAAAAAAACI/5I_IA7xyDrM/s320/DSC01428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273527813391824258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first would include my very own Annie, who has spent the week working on a traditional Thanksgiving dinner for many new friends and business associates in Mexico City.  This will be a major feat, given that (a) most of the ingredients necessary for Thanksgiving dinner are often nowhere to be found in Mexico and (b) her kitchen has a single oven and a microwave that must be unplugged if one wishes to use the toaster.  Theirs is a very fancy place, but whoever planned the penthouse kitchen wasn't thinking about Thanksgiving dinner when they did it.  More power to you, Annie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of power, think about my niece Kelsey who is planning Thanksgiv&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SS9VyR63-ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1P_Tu8kZRI4/s1600-h/Kelsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SS9VyR63-ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1P_Tu8kZRI4/s320/Kelsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273528010966301074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing dinner for 30 or more.  Yikes!  I cannot help but remember the fiascos from decades ago when Kelsey's mom and I would collaborate on the holiday meals.  One year, with nine little children under foot, we decided to feed the kids first.  What were we thinking?!  The adults ended up eating cold turkey (literally), along with cold everything else.  Best of luck to you, my domestic diva darling Kelsey.   I can't imagine the work involved in your current undertaking.  Trust me, there's a reason Kathy and I think there's nothing better than the telephone number to the country club when turkey day rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there's my good friend Judy who is also assisting with three meals for 30 people at each meal.  As one of the best cooks I know and one of the best sources of advice on any subject imaginable, Judy let me in on a little secret today:  Pie Gourmet in Vienna.  She promised me I would never be able to make a pie that compares, so today I stopped by to test her theory.  Ummm-ummmm.  If any of you Martha Stewarts get tired of all the work, find your way to Pie Gourmet, and just pretend you're Martha Stewart.  It'll work, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-4910727615101567405?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4910727615101567405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=4910727615101567405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/4910727615101567405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/4910727615101567405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/domestic-diva-dedications.html' title='Domestic Diva Dedications'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SS9Vmx5ctYI/AAAAAAAAACI/5I_IA7xyDrM/s72-c/DSC01428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-1048623780307294958</id><published>2008-11-25T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:14:22.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STc88ZiU1tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_e97kaQVCq8/s1600-h/form-big.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STc88ZiU1tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_e97kaQVCq8/s200/form-big.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275752496832501458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-two years ago I student taught at a West Valley City middle school.  I’ll never forget the sign above my cooperating teacher’s desk:  "Nothing’s complete in life until the paperwork is done." If this constitutes yet another live-by-the-words adage, then I am obligated to consider my life not only incomplete but downright hollow.  I have months and months of HCFA 1500 forms to catch up on.  I’d say I should stop burning time on the computer and start burning time on my insurance forms.  Here’s to making my life complete.&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-1048623780307294958?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1048623780307294958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=1048623780307294958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/1048623780307294958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/1048623780307294958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/thirty-two-years-ago-i-student-taught.html' title='Paperwork'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/STc88ZiU1tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_e97kaQVCq8/s72-c/form-big.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-7783604183264786679</id><published>2008-11-24T00:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:37:45.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tivo Backtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSo_XETtGjI/AAAAAAAAABY/ThYC1Ho6n1U/s1600-h/tivo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSo_XETtGjI/AAAAAAAAABY/ThYC1Ho6n1U/s320/tivo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272095979316517426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my Aha! moment with Charlie the other evening (see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; post from November 22), my instincts told me that Charlie wasn't pontificating; he was quoting--or at least attempting to quote--someone else. This, of course, led to yet another Aha! moment (with thanks to Oprah for the phrase). If today's under 20 (or even under 30) crowd were to observe the cumbersome research methods required of students and professionals even two decades ago, they would no doubt cover their faces and walk away appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this age of instant gratification in many areas, including but not limited to research, this is what I did to find out if my instincts about Charlie and his message were correct. First, I got out my trusty Tivo and rescued &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; from the "recently deleted" category. With a single push of a button, I instructed my machine not to put it in the trash again until I so directed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wrote down verbatim Charlie's words (yikes! I used a pen), knowing the sentence so praised in yesterday's post almost surely did not belong to Charlie at all. I took the verbatim sentence to yet another machine, called up the Yahoo search engine, and in 0.13 seconds flat found that nothing in the Yahoo universe matched. Ditto the process with Google; same results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find, after adjusting my quotation marks, a multitude of concepts similar to Charlie's utterance, beautifully and poetically written. I wanted to press "select all" and in yet another fraction of a second post all of them to this blog. Thank heavens for copyright laws with which I have just enough familiarity to render me simultaneously dangerous and very, very cautious. My cautious side stopped all of that foolishness in its tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did find was a comment attributed to Edward Gardner, described as an "American business leader." The precise quotation, supposedly, follows: "It's not what you take but what you leave behind that defines greatness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Edward Gardner? I have no idea. And which of my informants, Charlie or Chuck (see link below) came closest to quoting verbatim the concept that had affected me enough to write about it yesterday? Can't answer that. But thank heavens for Tivo and the Internet because I'll find the answers in five minutes or less, discover more questions as a result of that search, and then spend all day long digging for an avalanche of answers, each arriving at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll take a quick break here and go chat on my cell phone.  I take it back; Skype is calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. The link for the Edward Gardner info, with thanks to Chuck, is http://www.personal-development.com/chuck/great2.htm. See? I told you I'm careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-7783604183264786679?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7783604183264786679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=7783604183264786679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7783604183264786679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7783604183264786679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/tivo-backtrack_24.html' title='Tivo Backtrack'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSo_XETtGjI/AAAAAAAAABY/ThYC1Ho6n1U/s72-c/tivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-9120246441064257987</id><published>2008-11-22T14:34:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:52:46.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpBKPokSGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LMvk8AM_4CY/s1600-h/life_nbc_tv_show_damian_lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpBKPokSGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LMvk8AM_4CY/s320/life_nbc_tv_show_damian_lewis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272097958041765986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am beginning to get the gist of this blogging stuff.  When I have stumbled upon intriguing quotations in the past, I have simply typed them into a Word document, stored them on my computer, and hoped at some future date I might find them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having heard an eye-opening, ear-opening, head-turning quotation spoken just last night, I opened up Word this morning to paraphrase it as closely as possible.  When I wondered where I might save it for future reference, my mental lightbulb flashed:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Word isn't where this belongs&lt;/span&gt;, I thought.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This kind of thing belongs on Bits and Pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, reiterating all the mental processes that brought me here today.  The purpose is far more simple.  Near the end of the most recent episode of Life, Charlie says, "It is not what we carry with us but what we leave behind that defines who we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have complained since my first encounter with this particular show that the makeup artists put too much black mascara on Damian Lewis, the actor that plays Charlie. Last night, however, when he spoke that one sentence of pure brilliance, I decided to leave the complaints behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Charlie/Damian.  And thanks to any writers and directors who deserve credit for finding the words to put in his mouth.  They are, indeed, words to live by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-9120246441064257987?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/9120246441064257987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=9120246441064257987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/9120246441064257987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/9120246441064257987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpBKPokSGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LMvk8AM_4CY/s72-c/life_nbc_tv_show_damian_lewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-565772494879107854</id><published>2008-11-19T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:06:42.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shout Out</title><content type='html'>After socializing with Jack and Lauren for the past two days (yes, I have chosen to use the word "socialize" when it comes to my grandbabies; it seems far superior to the word "babysitting," for reasons that must be obvious), I wanted to send a shout out to some of the most loyal, lovely, and dependable family members in the whole world.  When I need you, all I have to do is ask, and you come through for me. Aunt Chris, Ashley, Annie, Karmnella, and KT, you are the best.  Thank you for helping me in my time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next step will be learning how to make all this blog stuff interesting with PICTURES and everything.  Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-565772494879107854?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/565772494879107854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=565772494879107854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/565772494879107854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/565772494879107854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/shout-out.html' title='A Shout Out'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-6925337020848903107</id><published>2008-11-14T11:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:33:37.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpCSBdowjI/AAAAAAAAABw/l0iVTKQc1Kk/s1600-h/youbeingbeautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpCSBdowjI/AAAAAAAAABw/l0iVTKQc1Kk/s320/youbeingbeautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272099191188406834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I confess.  For the first time ever, I was a little (maybe more than a little) disappointed in Dr. Oz in his most recent appearance Oprah show.  The trailers for the show tantalized potential viewers with promises of many kinds beauty treatments that would actually help keep us young. When the show actually aired, very few of the earlier promises ended up being fulfilled.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the new book by co-authors Roizen and Oz is better than the show.  The good news and the bad news is that I may or may not purchase the latest book, despite the fact that I have in the past purchased each of the others.  This is bad news only because it indicates my current (and unexpected) level of disappointment, something that no doubt will subside over time.  It is good news because maybe--just maybe--as the grandmother of four, I am content in the notion that the vanity, money, and time that goes into maintaining an outward appearance really should remain among the least of our concerns.  That is not to say that we should stop brushing teeth and washing hair; neatness and cleanliness obviously count.  But worries about wrinkles and the perfect creams to make them disappear should not consume the time and money currently devoted to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the other Roizen-Oz books teach us to become experts at living vibrantly healthy lives from the inside out.  Those I will keep to read over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-6925337020848903107?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6925337020848903107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=6925337020848903107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/6925337020848903107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/6925337020848903107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpCSBdowjI/AAAAAAAAABw/l0iVTKQc1Kk/s72-c/youbeingbeautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-7514884364733777848</id><published>2008-11-11T11:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:59:54.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Oz TODAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpC00di-yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rIKEdet9Nc8/s1600-h/precor+elliptical+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpC00di-yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rIKEdet9Nc8/s320/precor+elliptical+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272099788993788706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fire up my tivo and get ready for a great workout on the elliptical today.  Dr. Oz is back!  I have realized after burning more than 15,000 calories to Oprah's compelling voice that my biggest reason for clicking O's name on my tivo guide button is none other than the great Dr. Mehmet Oz.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos, too, to Dr. Roizen, frequent co-author with Dr. Oz and the orginator of the Real-Age website.  Dr. Oz often touts Dr. Roizen as a "walking encyclopedia."  I believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope both of them are on the show today.  Watch it with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-7514884364733777848?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7514884364733777848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=7514884364733777848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7514884364733777848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/7514884364733777848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/dr-oz-today.html' title='Dr. Oz TODAY!'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SSpC00di-yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rIKEdet9Nc8/s72-c/precor+elliptical+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491870620138305685.post-6523747892742121215</id><published>2008-10-28T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:26:04.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Haddow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah Winfrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><title type='text'>Alice Haddow's Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQcu_P93PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xnu-gmffjt0/s1600-h/Dr.+Oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQcu_P93PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xnu-gmffjt0/s320/Dr.+Oz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226353758354962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of Dr. Oz, who is a frequent guest on Oprah Winfrey.  I have even persuaded my husband that Dr. Oz makes some excellent points on health.  That, in spite of his disdain for Queen Oprah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1491870620138305685-6523747892742121215?l=alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6523747892742121215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1491870620138305685&amp;postID=6523747892742121215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/6523747892742121215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1491870620138305685/posts/default/6523747892742121215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicehaddowbitsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/10/alice-haddows-random-thoughts.html' title='Alice Haddow&apos;s Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Alice Haddow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300323041167170751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQctPCmHpGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eOlnSDVTohs/S220/DSC00615_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8FAlOb_3fg/SQcu_P93PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xnu-gmffjt0/s72-c/Dr.+Oz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
