<?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-7783560861120406105</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:26:00.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love'n from Grandma</title><subtitle type='html'>Becoming a grandmother is wonderful.  One moment you're just a mother.  The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.  ~Pam Brown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marciwestover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783560861120406105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marciwestover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12852313499381204203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkpBl7l83wg/SY48CK06BgI/AAAAAAAAABU/c9l8iex8aMI/S220/Grandma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783560861120406105.post-5589022386791927191</id><published>2009-03-21T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:27:37.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi again,  Well life gets busy.Our neighbor called to tell me that another neighbors sheep had gotten lose. The last she had seen them they were running across our field.When Harold saw the motion light going off and on ,he looked out to see what was going on,he saw two of the ewes going up our driveway.He stood in the garage and started baaa  ing to them. I think they were looking for their lambs. After they came in the gaage he shut the door.Boy were they ever agitated and loud. I heard the lambs out on our deck, so I herded the moms into the corner away from the door to the deck, while Harold rounded out the other ewe, and the two babies. Boy they ran around tipping over everything,and making a mess in general. Was I ever glad to see the neighbor come get his sheep.It was quite the rodeo to round them up one at a time and get them into the truck. Little did I know that my dear husband could talk to the animals. I think the neighbors got quite the big laugh out him capturing 3 big sheep and 2 lambs in his garage.quite the cowboy  don't you think? We are really quite boring I guess when chasing sheep around is as exciting as it gets. We've loved having our family come visit, and spring is coming so life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783560861120406105-5589022386791927191?l=marciwestover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marciwestover.blogspot.com/feeds/5589022386791927191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marciwestover.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-again-well-life-gets-busy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783560861120406105/posts/default/5589022386791927191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783560861120406105/posts/default/5589022386791927191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marciwestover.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-again-well-life-gets-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12852313499381204203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkpBl7l83wg/SY48CK06BgI/AAAAAAAAABU/c9l8iex8aMI/S220/Grandma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783560861120406105.post-13206145461674308</id><published>2009-03-06T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:47:50.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkpBl7l83wg/SbG164HGfUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/InI2HyElB40/s1600-h/westover%27s+pictures+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310225458745736514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkpBl7l83wg/SbG164HGfUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/InI2HyElB40/s200/westover%27s+pictures+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grand kids are dragging me kicking and screaming into the hi-tech world, but by darn if the school kids know how, why shouldn't I be up to it? I'm a rank beginner at this, but I'm good to go.If I can only remember how, the next time!! Well I have a huge family, by most standards. We have 7 children, 33 grandchildren, and 11 great grandchildren. hows that for big? My husband and I live on 30 acres and he (farms) .He's not making any money, but at least it gives him something to do. We are really blessed to have such a wonderful family and I constantly am amazed at all their talents. I'm a little lost for what to say , I'll need to think about this for awhile. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783560861120406105-13206145461674308?l=marciwestover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marciwestover.blogspot.com/feeds/13206145461674308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marciwestover.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-grand-kids-are-dragging-me-kicking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783560861120406105/posts/default/13206145461674308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783560861120406105/posts/default/13206145461674308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marciwestover.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-grand-kids-are-dragging-me-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12852313499381204203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkpBl7l83wg/SY48CK06BgI/AAAAAAAAABU/c9l8iex8aMI/S220/Grandma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkpBl7l83wg/SbG164HGfUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/InI2HyElB40/s72-c/westover%27s+pictures+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
