<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Amy @ primodonna.blog-city.com</title><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link><description>(Amy) </description><copyright>Copyright 2008 primodonna.blog-city.com</copyright><generator></generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 22:44:00 GMT</lastBuildDate><image><title>Amy @ primodonna.blog-city.com</title><url>http://server1.blog-city.com/images/bc_v5_logo_small.gif</url><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link></image><ttl>360</ttl><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss</docs><item><title>1 Year Blogoversary</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/1_year_blogoversary.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/1_year_blogoversary.htm</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 00:18:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p>We missed my Mom's 1 year of blogging.&nbsp; She has been a blogger since April 30th, 2005!&nbsp;&nbsp; Wooo hoooo!</p>
<p>I am so glad that she started since I have learned so much about her!&nbsp; Keep it up Mom!!!</p>
<p><font size="1">(guest posted by her daughter, Amy)</font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Donna&apos;s in the house!  (or close to it!)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/donnas_in_the_house__or_close_to_it.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/donnas_in_the_house__or_close_to_it.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 23:52:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Talked to my Mom today during her stop over at the DFW Airport.&nbsp; Too bad we couldn't have worked out a visit.&nbsp; She is very excited to get home and I am excited for her.&nbsp; Since she has been traveling that means she may not want to come up here before her Retirement party.&nbsp; Wah!]]></description></item><item><title>Clothing Allowance - Memories from Amy</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/clothing_allowance__memories_from_amy.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/clothing_allowance__memories_from_amy.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 01:27:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p>Once&nbsp;in Jr. High my brother and I were&nbsp;given on a clothing allowance.&nbsp; We got a certain amount of money each month and if we did not spend it, it carried over to the next month.&nbsp; That gave us the option to save up for something we really wanted.&nbsp; We also had to buy our socks, shoes and underwear with this money.&nbsp; I was not crazy about it at first, but once I got used to it, all was fine.&nbsp; I could buy what I wanted.&nbsp; I learned to find sales.&nbsp; And buying something with your own money is a lot different than blowing my parents cash.&nbsp; I thought twice before I bought something and I was sure that I liked it.&nbsp; I can even remember one of the first blouses that I bought.&nbsp; It had a big red&nbsp; breaking heart on it and little hearts coming out of the break.&nbsp;&nbsp;It was very liberating when I asked my Mom if she like it and she said &quot;Do you like it?&quot;&nbsp; (YES!) &quot;Then buy it!&quot;&nbsp; And name brand stuff&nbsp;was not that big of a deal.&nbsp; So what if it is Izod?&nbsp; It cost too much money!!!!!&nbsp; It was&nbsp;one Izod shirt or a bunch of&nbsp;other things.&nbsp; &nbsp;The lessons learned carried on to my adulthood and I do a good job with my clothing budget.&nbsp; I love buying stuff on sale.&nbsp;&nbsp;(I just&nbsp;bought 3 sweaters this week at Wal-mart for $20!)&nbsp;</p>
<p>I appreciate my Mom (and Dad) teaching me money management skills.&nbsp; That is way better than just giving me clothes.</p>]]></description></item><item><title>More Mom Memories from Amy</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/more_mom_memories_from_amy.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/more_mom_memories_from_amy.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 02:38:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p>One of the things I always liked to do was visit my Mom's work.&nbsp; It seemed to always be a very proud occasion.&nbsp; On both sides.&nbsp; I could always tell her co-workers and boss were proud of my Mom, genuinely liked her, and were very interested in us kids.&nbsp; And she was obviously proud of us and liked showing us off.&nbsp; </p>
<p>She worked for a newspaper and would put our names or something cute about us as filler.&nbsp; They even had a cat in the driveway that was runover so many times it was flatter than a pancake.&nbsp; All you could really see was the outline of it.&nbsp; Just like a cartoon.</p>
<p>She worked at a place in Hawaii and had a cube for a desk.&nbsp; When we visited it was raining on one side of the building and sunny on the other.&nbsp; </p>
<p>The only place that I did not get good vibes was when she worked at an Army Hospital in Hawaii.&nbsp;The office seemed drab.&nbsp; And I may have gotten that feeling from her since I don't think it was one of her favorite places to work.</p>
<p>When she retires next month, I will be going to her ceremony.&nbsp; I am excited.&nbsp; And I already know how proud they are of her since we have visited several times.&nbsp; </p>]]></description></item><item><title>A Memory of My Mom (aka Donna)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_memory_of_my_mom_aka_donna.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_memory_of_my_mom_aka_donna.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Guest poster here!&nbsp; I thought I would share a memory of my Mom since she is away.&nbsp; This memory is totally random and I am not sure why it sticks out in my mind.<br /><br />It is a memory about asking my Mom if I would be able to do something.&nbsp; I was in high school probably my freshman or sophmore year.&nbsp; I say this because I was asking to go to an event (not sure what) that would require her driving me.&nbsp; She was working at her desk in her bedroom paying bills.&nbsp; The desk was in front of a window, so the lighting was good. I remeber the hard linolium floors found in most military housing.&nbsp; She still has the desk she was working at. &nbsp; When I asked her, she said &quot;I doubt it.&quot;&nbsp; So I went away for awhile but could not take not really knowing.&nbsp; So I went back and asked &quot;Does &quot;I doubt it' really mean no, maybe or yes?&quot;&nbsp; She replied &quot;It probably means no.&quot;&nbsp; I remember walking away from that answer thinking &quot;Probably?&quot;.&nbsp; And I think I knew all along what &quot;I doubt it&quot; meant and asked because I wanted the answer to be yes.]]></description></item><item><title>Hopes for the Future - Guest Post by Amy</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/hopes_for_the_future__guest_post_by_amy.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/hopes_for_the_future__guest_post_by_amy.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2005 03:12:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p>On with the theme before Mom comes back to Fort Worth on Thursday.  When I think of my Mom moving up here I get very excited.  I think of us visiting for no particular reason.  Maybe we can exercise together.  We have talked of picking a weekly show to watch.  I will be glad to have family so close, since we have always moved around or lived away from each other.  Living close to Mark's parents has been nice.  And I will probably see my brother more when they get here, even though he only lives 15 minutes away from me now.  </p><p>My Mom jokes about having to buy a house that has doors for wheelchairs.  They are not even close to that.   But it does make me think that I want to be close to her and Dad as they grow older and may need help.  I love to joke with my anti-Father-in-law about putting everyone in the same home so we can combine our visits.  Wouldn't want to waste time going to different places, you know!  </p>]]></description></item><item><title>Post of the Present - Guest Post by Amy</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/post_of_the_present__guest_post_by_amy.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/post_of_the_present__guest_post_by_amy.htm</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2005 01:54:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p>To keep in line with the theme of my Mom's blog, I want to post about the present.  I like Top Ten Lists, so here are the Top Ten Things I like about my Mom.  <sub>(Note to Mom:  Top Ten means there are more than just ten things!!!)</sub></p><p><strong>Number 10:</strong> She works hard at all that she does and like doing a good job.  I did not realize this until we started sharing work stories and problems.  I am not sure how she passed that hard working attitude on to my brother and me, but I need to figure it out so I can teach my daughters.  </p><p><strong>Number 9:</strong> She is also very attentive to the little things.  She knows I love iced tea and splenda.  She always has that on hand when we visit.  She knows the girls like girly-things, so she buys them inexpensive girly gifts that go a long way to making them happy.  </p><p><strong>Number 8:</strong>  She takes care of her skin and has very soft hands.</p><p><strong>Number 7:</strong>  She does a family newsletter for both sides of her family to keep everyone in touch.</p><p><strong>Number 6:</strong>  She takes the time for others.  She makes intricate gifts for her co-workers at Christmas.  She has made me a <a href="http://procheinamy.mu.nu/archives/2004_10.php">t-shirt quilt</a> and a scarf.  She made the girls blankets.  All these things take time and effort to make.  And that is the only recent stuff I can think of.</p><p><strong>Number 5:</strong>   She treats me like an adult.</p><p><strong>Number 4:</strong>  She is honest in how she feels, but not opinionated or over bearing.</p><p><strong>Number 3:</strong>  She likes to hug.</p><p><strong>Number 2:</strong>  She knew when to be a parent and now knows she can be my friend.  And is.  One of my best.</p><p>And the Top Reason I like my Mom......</p><p><strong>Number 1:</strong>  She may not have supported my choices, but she has always supported me.  She is my <a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jessica-andrews/70668.html" target="_blank">biggest fan</a>!!!</p>]]></description></item><item><title>My First Memories of My Mom (aka PrimoDonna)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/my_first_memories_of_my_mom_aka_primodonna.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/my_first_memories_of_my_mom_aka_primodonna.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2005 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p>I figured since Mom was away, I would guest post.  I don’t have any pictures to go with my memories, but when she gets to this time period, I am sure she will.</p><p>My first memories of my Mom are when we lived on Fort Hood.  We lived there 6 years and left after I finished the 1st grade.  I remember her letting me make cakes with my Easy Bake Oven.  I remember sitting on her bed while she read me stories.  I remember the time I tried to catch a cat that a “friend” dropped from the top of her porch enclosure.  It was very tall and the cat was not happy.  She tried to catch herself on my face.  I remember crying back to the house and my Mom taking care of me.  And the time she made me a hop-scotch shaped cake for my birthday.  It took her forever, but ended up really cool.  I think after that we just had round cakes with M-n-M’s for decorations.  She also took some classes at the local college.  We went with her to the campus once and they had sweet smelling honeysuckle.  I ended up going to college there after high school.  <br /></p>]]></description></item><item><title>When Mom Is Away.....</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/when_mom_is_away.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/when_mom_is_away.htm</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2005 01:34:00 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p>....this kid will play!!!</p><p>Don't you love this picture of my parents eating snow cones with the girls?</p><p>Note to Mom:  You can't ground me anymore!!!</p>]]></description></item></channel></rss>