<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Your Biggest Fan @ primodonna.blog-city.com</title><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link><description>(Your Biggest Fan) </description><copyright>Copyright 2008 primodonna.blog-city.com</copyright><generator></generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 13:44:00 GMT</lastBuildDate><image><title>Your Biggest Fan @ 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>My Son, The Artist</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/my_son_the_artist.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/my_son_the_artist.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 13:01:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=my%5Fson%5Fthe%5Fartist</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">Since it is October, I thought I&#39;d show you a drawing that my son did in 1981.&nbsp; He was 7 years old.&nbsp; What an artist!</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/leepumpkin1981small.jpg" alt="" title="leepumpkin1981small.jpg" width="339" height="259" /></div><div style="text-align: center"><br />&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center">///////////////</div><div style="text-align: center"><em><font color="#800080">You are the light of the world.&nbsp; A city that is set on a hill <br />cannot be hidden.&nbsp; Nor do they light a lamp and <br />put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and <br />it gives light to all who are in the house.<br />Let your light so shine before men, that they may <br />see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.<br />Matthew 5:14-16</font></em></div></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Special Valentines</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_special_valentine.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_special_valentine.htm</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Fspecial%5Fvalentine</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">Since tomorrow is Valentine&#39;s Day, I thought I&#39;d post&nbsp;pictures of&nbsp;two special valentines that I received from my children when they were growing up.&nbsp; The one of the left is from <a href="http://procheinamy.mu.nu/">my daughter</a>.&nbsp; She&nbsp;gave it to me in 1984 when she was 11 years old.&nbsp; The one of the right is from my son.&nbsp; It don&#39;t remember how old he was.</font></p><p align="left">&nbsp;&nbsp;<img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/valentinesamy1984_small.jpg" alt="valentine amy 1984" width="290" height="400" />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/leebemine_small.jpg" alt="valentine lee" width="299" height="400" /></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Artwork From 1977</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/artwork_from_1977.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/artwork_from_1977.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=artwork%5Ffrom%5F1977</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">Last week, I posted a drawing by my son.&nbsp; Today I&#39;m posting a photo of a butterfly that <a href="http://procheinamy.mu.nu/">my daughter</a> made for me on Mother&#39;s Day in 1977.&nbsp;&nbsp;She was five years old.&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></p><p align="left">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/mothersamy1977_small.jpg" alt="mother&#39;s day amy 1977" width="400" height="255" /></p><p align="left"><font size="3">Note: Do you see a recurring theme emerging?</font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Son&apos;s Self Portrait</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/sons_self_portrait.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/sons_self_portrait.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 14:01:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=sons%5Fself%5Fportrait</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">In preparation for our move, I was going through more of our stuff.&nbsp; I ran across some cards and drawing that my kids had made, most of them when they were growning up.&nbsp; Below is one that my son drew about four years ago.&nbsp; I consider it a self-portrait.</font></p><p><font size="3">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/leeselfportraitxmas2002_small.jpg" alt="lee self portrait" width="388" height="400" /></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Love Ya!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/love_ya.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/love_ya.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2007 15:47:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=love%5Fya</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">My new year started out great!&nbsp; On the 2006 calendar in our kitchen, I have two of those little dental appointment reminder cards for my husband and me for March 2007.&nbsp; As I was transferring those cards to my new&nbsp;Texas wildflower calendar, I noticed a tiny piece of blue paper.&nbsp;&nbsp;Our daughter must&nbsp;have put it there sometime during the football season when they were here.&nbsp; I can see her asking herself with an ornery twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face, &quot;I wonder how long it will take them to find this?&quot;&nbsp; Here is the note that she wrote.</font></p><p align="left"><font size="3">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/loveya_small.jpg" alt="Love ya!" width="400" height="115" />&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></p><p align="left"><font size="3">Thanks, Amy!&nbsp; We love you, too!</font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Three Things About Her</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/three_things_about_her.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/three_things_about_her.htm</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 13:52:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=three%5Fthings%5Fabout%5Fher</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">I got up early this morning.&nbsp; When I did, I checked out my usual Web sites.&nbsp; Then I decided to check out <a href="http://procheinamy.mu.nu/">my daughter&#39;s blog</a> more thoroughly.&nbsp; I started reading her bio.&nbsp; In it she has a list called &quot;100 Things About Me.&quot;&nbsp; When I got down to numbers 58 and 59, I got tears in my eyes.&nbsp; Maybe that is because it is almost Christmas, maybe because I saw my twin sister last weekend and had a great time, maybe because I&#39;m excited about moving near family next year and being able to see them more often, or maybe it is because I&#39;m just a plain ole sappy person.&nbsp; Maybe it is because of ALL of the above.&nbsp; Here they are--</font></p><p align="left"><font size="3">58. My Dad gave me a good sense of humor.<br />59. My Mom gave me a sense of strength.</font></p><p align="left"><font size="3">Also, I would love it if my daughter did number 23 -&nbsp;<em>I am double jointed in all my fingers and can balance coins in my knuckles. (I will take a picture of this someday.)</em></font></p><p align="left"><font size="3">If you want to know more about my daughter, read <a href="http://procheinamy.mu.nu/archives/114438.php">this</a>.<br />&nbsp;</font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Cool Glasses</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/cool_glasses.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/cool_glasses.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=cool%5Fglasses</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font face="Verdana" size="2">I thought I'd take a break from talking about my past and show you an old photo from my daughter&nbsp;</font><a href="http://procheinamy.mu.nu/"><font face="Verdana" size="2">Amy</font></a><font face="Verdana" size="2">'s past.&nbsp;&nbsp;She was 3 years old when I took this photo.&nbsp;&nbsp;We were at my parents' house in Arkansas.&nbsp; She got the&nbsp;glasses&nbsp;out of&nbsp;a box of cereal.&nbsp; On the side of each eye (the wide part in front) there were &quot;mirrors&quot;&nbsp;so that she could see behind her.&nbsp; How cool is that?!<br /><br /></font></p>
<p align="center"><img height="400" alt="" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amy_1975_small.jpg" width="383" align="middle" /></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Happy Birthday, Lee!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/happy_birthday_lee.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/happy_birthday_lee.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2005 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=happy%5Fbirthday%5Flee</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font face="Verdana" size="2">Today is my son Lee's birthday.&nbsp; I'm taking my daughter <a href="http://procheinamy.blog-city.com/today_you_are_4.htm">Amy's idea</a> and writing an open letter to him.<br /><br />Dear Lee, thank you for being in my life.&nbsp; When you were born,&nbsp;it was like an early Christmas present.&nbsp; The day that I&nbsp;found out that you were going to be born in December, I said to your dad that we would have another deduction on our income taxes for that year.&nbsp; You were a good baby.&nbsp; You always played quietly by yourself with your toy soldiers and&nbsp;Star Wars characters.<br /><br />My life has been more interesting and loving because you are in it.&nbsp; You like to give and receive hugs.&nbsp; I like that because you always let me hug you when I want to.&nbsp; <br /><br />You are a generous person.&nbsp; You help your friends out whenever they need something--be it a place to sleep temporarily, help moving, or a ride somewhere.&nbsp; <br /><br />You are a fun uncle, always playing with your nieces.&nbsp; They love you to come around and jump on you when they first see you.&nbsp; I love listening to them laugh and say, &quot;Unca Lee!&quot;&nbsp; <br /><br />You tell the funniest jokes.&nbsp; You are so upbeat that I feel better just being around you.<br /><br />You seem to happy with yourself.&nbsp; When I think about you, I realize that I should enjoy what I have (material and otherwise) and not worry about what I don't have.&nbsp; You have the self-confidence that&nbsp;your dad and I&nbsp;worked to give you when you were growing up.&nbsp; I feel that&nbsp;we have succeeded.<br /><br />I took forward to living near you so that we can spend more time together.&nbsp; I can't wait until we take some art classes together, go to the art museums,&nbsp;and go to yard sales.&nbsp; Maybe we can hear your band play because we won't have to get up early the next day because we'll be retired.&nbsp; You can come over to our house and hang out even if it is for a short period of time (or a long time). <br /><br />Happy birthday, Lee!&nbsp; I love you with all my heart!&nbsp; Love, Mom</font></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><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=when%5Fmom%5Fis%5Faway</comments><dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator><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><item><title>Amy, I Love You Too!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/i_love_you_too_amy.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/i_love_you_too_amy.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 01:33:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=i%5Flove%5Fyou%5Ftoo%5Famy</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left">This is a spur-of-the-moment entry.  I am working on future entries and deciding dates that I want to post them.  I just turned to November on the little calendar here by our computer.  My eyes filled with tears and at the same time I laughed with joy.  There is a post-it from my daughter Amy that says, &quot;Hi!  Mom, I love you!&quot;  </p>]]></description></item><item><title>Amy Made My Birthday EXTRA Special</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/amy_made_my_birthday_extra_special.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/amy_made_my_birthday_extra_special.htm</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 05:59:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=amy%5Fmade%5Fmy%5Fbirthday%5Fextra%5Fspecial</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Last week for the Karnival of Kidz I told a cute story about my daughter (Prochein Amy).  This week I want to say something wonderful about her!  Below is a letter that she wrote to me on my birthday in 1989.  She was in high school.  When you read it you will get an inkling of why I think she is so beautiful inside and out, why I am crazy about her.<br /><br /><em>Dear Mom, you are the best mom anyone could ask for.  I am glad you are my mom.  You care for me and love me very much.  You have an open mind and are cool about a lot of things.  I know this because some of my friends complain about their parents and I can't say I understand how they feel.  I feel so lucky.  Sometimes I can't tell how much I appreciate you and I wish I could.  You are a cool mom and I love you very, very, very, very, very much!  Happy birthday!  Love, Amy xo<br /><br /></em>Note:  This week's Karnival of Kidz is hosted by <a href="http://boudicca.mu.nu/archives/081989.html">Boudicca</a>.  Thanks!<br /></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Karnival of Kidz</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/karnival_of_kidz.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/karnival_of_kidz.htm</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2005 05:59:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=karnival%5Fof%5Fkidz</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[Since <a href=" http://procheinamy.blog-city.com/read/1260239.htm">ProcheinAmy </a>is hosting KOK this week, I thought I would write about her.  When she was 4 years old, we went to visit her great grandma in the country.  She was walking with her dad and younger brother to the mailbox, which was probably a half mile away from the house.  Near the mailbox, they saw an ant on the ground and stopped to look at it.  Then they continued on, got the mail, and started walking back to the house.  As they neared the house, they saw another ant.  Amy said, &quot;Daddy, that ant is following us!&quot; ]]></description></item></channel></rss>