<?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-8518550283721157500</id><updated>2012-02-27T16:11:19.764-05:00</updated><category term='Henry'/><category term='imp'/><category term='Bjork'/><category term='Valerie'/><category term='fairy tales'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Holly'/><category term='Heights Toy Center'/><category term='Jacques'/><category term='Martha'/><category term='Hannah'/><category term='Owlina'/><category term='Frith'/><category term='Lucy'/><category term='Daphne'/><category term='Alice Mouse'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Lucy and Ethel'/><category term='Pridy'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='bedbugs'/><category term='CT Bear'/><category term='Caruthers'/><category term='Henry D'/><category term='Mack'/><category term='Jack the Packrat'/><category term='fairies'/><category term='Winkles'/><category term='fashion show'/><category term='Mr. Twig'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Weberpal'/><category term='Dona Cristina'/><category term='Bay'/><category term='puppet show'/><category term='Gnome'/><category term='letter'/><category term='Gretchen'/><category term='Crabby Apple'/><category term='Valentino'/><category term='Jane'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='Tobasco'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Sweatered Cat'/><category term='Oz'/><category term='Andy Elf'/><category term='Beakman'/><category term='Valerie.'/><title type='text'>Martha and Jane</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories of two friends 
who live far apart but stay in touch!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-8068427720614286049</id><published>2012-02-27T06:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T06:28:51.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentino'/><title type='text'>Super Valentino To The Rescue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Look, Baby Bedbug!! Gramma made me a SUPER VALENTINO CAPE!! Now I have Super Powers!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewfpUAlk2dg/T0tkpPym9FI/AAAAAAAAGng/A0-C7w4hsMM/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewfpUAlk2dg/T0tkpPym9FI/AAAAAAAAGng/A0-C7w4hsMM/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OOOOUUUUUU! It’s Tho Thparkly, Valentino!! But what are your Thuper Powerth?” asks Baby Bedbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“HAH! Just you wait and see! You and Bazil and Blankie- Come Watch!! See..I can LEAP Wide Sinks at a Single Bound!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6yIt1xW5BDc/T0tkvVbYHxI/AAAAAAAAGno/bjBsz3ay7kI/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6yIt1xW5BDc/T0tkvVbYHxI/AAAAAAAAGno/bjBsz3ay7kI/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; “And I can Run Faster than a Speeding Fairy GodMother Easter Egg!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARdMbwDRN8E/T0tk261_pSI/AAAAAAAAGnw/1Zk_YQ0Z-c4/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARdMbwDRN8E/T0tk261_pSI/AAAAAAAAGnw/1Zk_YQ0Z-c4/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“And Look, Bazil...Thuper Valentino can balanthe a thpoon on hith Nothe for a long long time.&amp;nbsp; Be very very Quiet...He’th gotta Concentrate!!!” Whispers Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sduF0cx7B3o/T0tk81BtVJI/AAAAAAAAGn4/et30DbE8lQU/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sduF0cx7B3o/T0tk81BtVJI/AAAAAAAAGn4/et30DbE8lQU/s320/026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;“And that’s why YOU, Super Valentino, want to volunteer to help us catch the Bad Imp?&amp;nbsp; We sure could use the Help of a Famous Super Hero about now” says Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHAX19XUqaE/T0tlC3fp5-I/AAAAAAAAGoA/x3rj7VDewHo/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHAX19XUqaE/T0tlC3fp5-I/AAAAAAAAGoA/x3rj7VDewHo/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay...just the way we did it last time, Baby Bedbug.&amp;nbsp; We’ll hide over here, and I’ll pull the String when The Imp goes under the box to get the Tabasco Sauce!” instructs Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“But Thith Time Thuper Valentino will be ready to POUNTHE when the box Fallth! And he’ll be INTHIDE the Box in cathe the Bad Imp needth OVERPOWERING!!!!! And thith time, I took Auntie Valerie’th advithe and made a trail of thomething Icky for the Imp- PEPPERCORNTH!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Okay...me and Bwankie and Bazil are Ready!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“LET’S DO THIS THING!!!!!!!” Shouts Super Valentino!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Shhhhhhh...Quiet, I think the Bad Imp is coming!&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;” warns Martha.&amp;nbsp; Please notice, Ladies and Gentlemen, that The bad Imp tried to Destroy this photo!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWVkrNhJqvw/T0tlMtyXg6I/AAAAAAAAGoI/aTu25zG3Qes/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWVkrNhJqvw/T0tlMtyXg6I/AAAAAAAAGoI/aTu25zG3Qes/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BANG!!!!! THUD!!!!!!!! THE BOX FALLS WITH A GIANT THUMP!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh NO!!! BABY, LOOK!!! I think they BOTH got knocked Out Flat!!!” yells Martha! “SUPER VALENTINO!!!! CAN YOU HEAR US??????!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; OH NOOOOOOO!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA6QF3XFLCs/T0tlRyZmBNI/AAAAAAAAGoQ/HsdMZv3Xtv8/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA6QF3XFLCs/T0tlRyZmBNI/AAAAAAAAGoQ/HsdMZv3Xtv8/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Will Super Valentino be Okay???&amp;nbsp; Did any of the glue or glitter fall off his Super Cape?&amp;nbsp; Did the Bad Imp eat too many pepper corns?&amp;nbsp; Are they sharing a gourmet salad under the box?&amp;nbsp; Was that REAL Tabasco Sauce?&amp;nbsp; Will it snow anymore in Connecticut??&amp;nbsp; TUNE IN NEXT TIME!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="lw_beacon_1330340987067"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr class="messageHeaderDivider colorK2" noshade="noshade" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-8068427720614286049?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8068427720614286049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=8068427720614286049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8068427720614286049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8068427720614286049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2012/02/super-valentino-to-rescue.html' title='Super Valentino To The Rescue!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewfpUAlk2dg/T0tkpPym9FI/AAAAAAAAGng/A0-C7w4hsMM/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-5059067816288609178</id><published>2012-02-14T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T06:00:52.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy and Ethel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentino'/><title type='text'>Martha and Jane...Happy Valentine's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tante Helen is always doing such sweet, thoughtful things for Gramma!! For instance, just this week Gramma received not one but TWO Special gifts in the mail from Tante Helen!!&amp;nbsp; The first was something Gramma has ALWAYS WANTED..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q351H2UTxQ/Tzo6dxuXdpI/AAAAAAAAGkI/e8X1rqYPmcs/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q351H2UTxQ/Tzo6dxuXdpI/AAAAAAAAGkI/e8X1rqYPmcs/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guessed it!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YES......A Long- Snouted Polar Bear!!!!!! And her Wish was GRANTED!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only is “Valentino” the most handsome Polar bear in the WORLD, he has also spent a lot of waiting time (Till he got to live with Gramma) trying out various Chocolate recipes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in honor of Valentine’s Day, he decided to prepare his famous “Penguin” Cupcakes..with chocolate and a surprise cream cheese middle! And of course, Baby Bedbug HAD to help!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q351H2UTxQ/Tzo6dxuXdpI/AAAAAAAAGkI/e8X1rqYPmcs/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also a nice opportunity for the special Cupcake papers and toppers that Gramma received for Christmas (The British Collection being given to her by dear Auntie&amp;nbsp; Riley!) to be used!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Now that the cupcakes are baked and cooled, we can decorate them with the Toppers, Baby” said Valentino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“OOOUUUUUUUUUhhhhh...but we gotta do a Thtory cuz the Princeththeth want to have a Cupcake Ball! And there are the two mean Thtepthithterth! They won’t let thith one go to the Cupcake Ball and dance with the Handthome Prince Tholdier! ”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HNC7UpOhfY/Tzo6eVYzqPI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/yG1nElp3neM/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HNC7UpOhfY/Tzo6eVYzqPI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/yG1nElp3neM/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Then the Blue Fairy cometh cuz of MAGIC and she leth the girl go to the Ball!!! The Blue Fairy Yellth, ‘TAXI!!! TAXI!!!! Take thith Princethth to the Cupcake ball and I WILL PAY THE FARE CUTH I’M THE FAREEE!!!!’&amp;nbsp; HAHAHAHAHA..A Fairy Joke! But the Fairy tellth the Girl to be home by Midnight or the Taxi turnth into a Double Deck Buth!!!! THO.... WATCH OUT!!!!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdZ-xRPhjiA/Tzo6f916oLI/AAAAAAAAGkY/aQH0PbTigW0/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdZ-xRPhjiA/Tzo6f916oLI/AAAAAAAAGkY/aQH0PbTigW0/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“The girl Princethth&amp;nbsp; danceth at the Cupcake ball and maketh the Prince Tholdier LAUGH Cuth of a Funny Knock Knock Joke!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“ And when the Handsome Prince is done laughing he says to the beautiful Princess, ‘No one has ever made me laugh before....I have just fallen Madly in love with You, Princess!!! Let’s go make beautiful Valentine Cupcakes together!’ And so they dance and dance and bake and bake and before you know it, Baby, Big Ben strikes Midnight!” says Valentino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8uN6qe0F7A/Tzo6gh5swYI/AAAAAAAAGkg/3m70zhR0cos/s1600/016.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8uN6qe0F7A/Tzo6gh5swYI/AAAAAAAAGkg/3m70zhR0cos/s320/016.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“And OOPTH the Princethth forgetth and when the Big Ben doeth MIDNIGHT,&amp;nbsp; the Princethth rideth home on the top Of the Double Deck Buth!!! Then what happenth, Valentino???” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“ Well, the Handsome Soldier Prince finds some Penguin Cupcake crumbs on the Castle steps.&amp;nbsp; He puts them into a plastic bag and carries them to every house in the Kingdom. Finally he arrives where the beautiful dancing Princess lives.&amp;nbsp; Just as the Prince walks inside her home, she is wiping Penguin Cupcake crumbs from the corner of her lovely mouth. ‘STOP!’ cries the Handsome Soldier Prince, ‘STOP I SAY!!!!’&amp;nbsp; He runs up to the Gorgeous Princess and quickly compares the crumbs in his bag with the crumbs on the corner of her perfect lips... ‘ Come AWAY WITH ME, MY CUPCAKE PRINCESS AND LET US LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!’.&amp;nbsp; So they both eat another Cupcake and that’s The End Baby!” smiles Valentino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhMjIkPVZFc/Tzo6hkK3IAI/AAAAAAAAGko/mVZnTVsxfpc/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhMjIkPVZFc/Tzo6hkK3IAI/AAAAAAAAGko/mVZnTVsxfpc/s320/026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“OKAY!!! I LIKE THAT END!!! Now Let’th EAT!!! And Happy Valentine’th Day!!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh..and that was not all, remember!&amp;nbsp; Some of you know that Tante Helen and I refer to each other as “Lucy” and “Ethel” and because of that, Tante Helen (Lucy) discovered this Awesome find and Passed it along to Gramma (Ethel)!!!!&amp;nbsp; You can even push a button, near the Lucy doll, and hear her say, “Ethel, I think we’re fighting a losing game!” SO MUCH FUN!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15EMXa-uiTA/Tzo6k-6OhQI/AAAAAAAAGk0/28aevrZLbdE/s1600/031.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15EMXa-uiTA/Tzo6k-6OhQI/AAAAAAAAGk0/28aevrZLbdE/s320/031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if any of you forget the “I Love Lucy” episode, go to see it on Youtube &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NPzLBSBzPI"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NPzLBSBzPI" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NPzLBSBzPI"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1329214816_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for a yummy Valentine Gift, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/chocolate-surprise-cupcakes/detail.aspx"&gt;go here to “All Recipes”&lt;/a&gt; for the Delicious Cupcake Recipe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/chocolate-surprise-cupcakes/detail.aspx" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/chocolate-surprise-cupcakes/detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1329214816_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-5059067816288609178?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5059067816288609178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=5059067816288609178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5059067816288609178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5059067816288609178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2012/02/martha-and-janehappy-valentines-day.html' title='Martha and Jane...Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q351H2UTxQ/Tzo6dxuXdpI/AAAAAAAAGkI/e8X1rqYPmcs/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-5848165142319969836</id><published>2012-02-08T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:18:05.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>The Capture of the Imp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“What’s wrong, Baby Bedbug?” asks Martha, “Why are you and Bazil hiding in your Teepee?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Marfa.....me and Bazil ith Thcared! We don’t like that Unicorn that’th running around doing BAD Thingth!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd86c5-1iAk/TzJYtmjCnOI/AAAAAAAAGgo/K0t1bNmOq5U/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd86c5-1iAk/TzJYtmjCnOI/AAAAAAAAGgo/K0t1bNmOq5U/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“HAHAHHAHHAHAHA, oh Baby...he’s an IMP! Not a Unicorn!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“But he’th got the Horn on hith head!!!” Insisted Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“That’s true...he Does have a horn but Unicorns look like horses.&amp;nbsp; They’re&amp;nbsp; white and very preety..and do Magic.&amp;nbsp; But this guy..this guy is a BAD IMP!&amp;nbsp; Look, I’ll show you in Gramma’s&amp;nbsp; Creature Book I found.&amp;nbsp; See, it tells all about the&amp;nbsp; Imp...”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfCZnGAtkA/TzJYyUmHGPI/AAAAAAAAGgw/DeNRNJHdJnY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfCZnGAtkA/TzJYyUmHGPI/AAAAAAAAGgw/DeNRNJHdJnY/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“SO WE GOTTA TWAP HIM, MARFA!!!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“That’s what it says...let’s get a box and some string! We can DO THIS, BABY!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“An Bazil TOO!” smiled Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Okay....we just need to tie the string around the spoon and stand up the box. Then we put the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1328699449_0" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tabasco Sauce inside the box like this...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Are we gonna Whithtle for him to come, Marfa?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“No..we don’t want him to see us or hear us or he might get suspicious.&amp;nbsp; We gotta hide and be tricky. An we need something to LURE him in...hmmmmm...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“You mean... like to get him curiouth?&amp;nbsp; I GOT MARTHHMALLOWTH!!!!&amp;nbsp; He would like them!!!!&amp;nbsp; I’ll make a path, Marfa.&amp;nbsp; Come on, Bazil, you help me!”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay...shhhhhhh...now we’re ready...be quiet Baby and when we hear him come and go into the box, I’ll pull the string.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb_b0rptIWM/TzJY3NeCsBI/AAAAAAAAGg4/NTwU-5du_QM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb_b0rptIWM/TzJY3NeCsBI/AAAAAAAAGg4/NTwU-5du_QM/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I hear thomething, Marfa. He’th coming......HIDE!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; PULL THE THTRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“WE CAUGHT HIM, BABY!!!!!! WE CAUGHT THE BAD TABASCO IMP!!!!!!!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“He’th under there, Marfa!!!&amp;nbsp; Look, I think he’th gone athleep!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuzckME-rA4/TzJY7iKb6VI/AAAAAAAAGhA/Eb5ljF9cDa8/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuzckME-rA4/TzJY7iKb6VI/AAAAAAAAGhA/Eb5ljF9cDa8/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Careful...stay away, Baby!!! Let me lift the box! GET BACK!!!&amp;nbsp; Umph!!!!&amp;nbsp; LOOK!!! IT’S......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyeBTxnk0lA/TzJY_zo1BqI/AAAAAAAAGhI/ccS-MHYM8R8/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyeBTxnk0lA/TzJY_zo1BqI/AAAAAAAAGhI/ccS-MHYM8R8/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“HENRY D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“HENRY D...JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU”RE DOING IN OUR TRAP?” scolds Martha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Trap?&amp;nbsp; WHAT TRAP??? You got any chips to go with this Tabasco sauce?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8518550283721157500-5848165142319969836?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5848165142319969836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=5848165142319969836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5848165142319969836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5848165142319969836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2012/02/capture-of-imp.html' title='The Capture of the Imp!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd86c5-1iAk/TzJYtmjCnOI/AAAAAAAAGgo/K0t1bNmOq5U/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-3183309517828729641</id><published>2012-01-25T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:36:53.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crabby Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><title type='text'>This is IMP...OSSIBLE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMrT1PNx6gw/TyB0b2ajs_I/AAAAAAAAGcg/iNjw2Dn-Bp8/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“HEY!!!! SOMEONE TIED OUR TAILS TOGETHER WHILE WE WERE SLEEPING!!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMrT1PNx6gw/TyB0b2ajs_I/AAAAAAAAGcg/iNjw2Dn-Bp8/s1600/005.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMrT1PNx6gw/TyB0b2ajs_I/AAAAAAAAGcg/iNjw2Dn-Bp8/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“GET US OUTTA HERE!!!!!&amp;nbsp; WE’RE GONNA BE EATEN!!!!!&amp;nbsp; HURRY!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEOfLGPY3d4/TyB0rFinXiI/AAAAAAAAGco/10drapjx8P4/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEOfLGPY3d4/TyB0rFinXiI/AAAAAAAAGco/10drapjx8P4/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“OUCH!!!! Thombody banged down the Potty THEAT!!!&amp;nbsp; Me and Bazil ith THQUITHED!!!! COME GET UTH!!!!!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIxbSvWzJyY/TyB0xahfkcI/AAAAAAAAGcw/DXj6QZ6LAF0/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIxbSvWzJyY/TyB0xahfkcI/AAAAAAAAGcw/DXj6QZ6LAF0/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“HEEEEEELLLLPPPPPPPP!!!! GET ME DOWN!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I FELL INTO A TRAP!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; CUT ME DOWN!!!!!”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hISG4DGog8s/TyB02RWJxUI/AAAAAAAAGc4/cJkSL9ty-Ak/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hISG4DGog8s/TyB02RWJxUI/AAAAAAAAGc4/cJkSL9ty-Ak/s320/018.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“This is NOT FUNNY ONE LITTLE BIT!!!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzxCGCKb8hY/TyB067unNyI/AAAAAAAAGdA/84ZsRQvB6yk/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzxCGCKb8hY/TyB067unNyI/AAAAAAAAGdA/84ZsRQvB6yk/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Who in the Heck is messing sound with MY DRESSES?&amp;nbsp; SOMEBODY’S GONNA GET IT!!!!!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XntaaBMf-BQ/TyB0_FpFM2I/AAAAAAAAGdI/mIT3__B59u0/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XntaaBMf-BQ/TyB0_FpFM2I/AAAAAAAAGdI/mIT3__B59u0/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-3183309517828729641?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3183309517828729641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=3183309517828729641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3183309517828729641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3183309517828729641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-impossible.html' title='This is IMP...OSSIBLE!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMrT1PNx6gw/TyB0b2ajs_I/AAAAAAAAGcg/iNjw2Dn-Bp8/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-8925972643273492256</id><published>2012-01-15T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:19:39.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tobasco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crabby Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imp'/><title type='text'>TOTAL DESTRUCTION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hey who rang the doorbell?” asks Crabby Apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Ouuu...maybe it’s a Christmas present!” smiles Happy Apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Don’t be a Wormy Apple...Christmas is over!” grouches Crabby Apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Well... we’ll never know if we don’t Investigate!&amp;nbsp; Let’s go take a look!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hey...this is a Crummy box and someone wrote all over it.&amp;nbsp; Look, it says someone called ‘Dan Ger’ is wanting his key right away!&amp;nbsp; We don’t know anybody called Dan!&amp;nbsp; I think there’s something rotten about this box!” frowns Crabby Apple.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“But my sign says that you need to open..it’s good for you!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh let’s open the Box!!!!” grins Happy Apple!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6laNTKarqM/TxN5OGdwU8I/AAAAAAAAGbI/3mo0Lw1pzoA/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6laNTKarqM/TxN5OGdwU8I/AAAAAAAAGbI/3mo0Lw1pzoA/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hey nothing’s happening! I’m not gonna wait here all day! Sherlock Holmes is on TV any minute...let’s go back inside.” scowls Crabby Apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Sigh..maybe you’re right...we can come back after the show and check the box....” agrees Happy Apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWoCHfuVEk0/TxN5SKtuvvI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/Do40_uFJH4g/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWoCHfuVEk0/TxN5SKtuvvI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/Do40_uFJH4g/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Known to the Two Seed-Brained Brothers,&amp;nbsp; they have unleashed Havoc....Pandora’s Box was NOT THIS DESTRUCTIVE!! If you cannot stand naughtiness and even wanton devastation...then go away and pick flowers or something...I WARN YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside the box....INSIDE THE BOX is RUIN RUN AMOK!!&amp;nbsp; It is ‘Tobasco’ the IMP!!!!&amp;nbsp; Nothing Santa Claus would touch with a 10 foot pole, believe me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4izA8wxNbY/TxN5XbAKS1I/AAAAAAAAGbY/dniP2q6Ubk0/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4izA8wxNbY/TxN5XbAKS1I/AAAAAAAAGbY/dniP2q6Ubk0/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside Gramma’s house when no one else is at home!!!!&amp;nbsp; Tobasco’s FIRST MESS!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH NO!! Gramma just walked in from the back yard.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“MACK!!! YOU BAD BAD BOY!!!&amp;nbsp; WHAT A MESS!!!!” yells Gramma!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnd585DcII0/TxN5cPmBtOI/AAAAAAAAGbg/FKGZG5YyXVA/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnd585DcII0/TxN5cPmBtOI/AAAAAAAAGbg/FKGZG5YyXVA/s320/021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gramma is “Tut tutting” while she picks up all the paper towels.&amp;nbsp; “Now you can just stay out in the back yard while I drive to the grocery store!&amp;nbsp; We don’t need any more disasters!”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E63QFijI3Vo/TxN5gxO2E-I/AAAAAAAAGbo/XyaxiYbSofM/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E63QFijI3Vo/TxN5gxO2E-I/AAAAAAAAGbo/XyaxiYbSofM/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gramma grabs her purse but is back inside in a Flash!!! “I have a FLAT TIRE!!! I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Good thing I have just enough eggs for dinner..we can all have Omelets!”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rxwUQcP1iU/TxN5lmK9PiI/AAAAAAAAGbw/xcd-cbbwOIg/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rxwUQcP1iU/TxN5lmK9PiI/AAAAAAAAGbw/xcd-cbbwOIg/s320/032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh dear...Gramma better get back into the kitchen Quick!!!!!&amp;nbsp; A mischievous Imp can get into a LOT of TROUBLE in very Little Time!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4cs932cmBs/TxN5p9PNMuI/AAAAAAAAGb4/2RLQApp-sjo/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4cs932cmBs/TxN5p9PNMuI/AAAAAAAAGb4/2RLQApp-sjo/s320/049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be continued.......oh my!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-8925972643273492256?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8925972643273492256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=8925972643273492256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8925972643273492256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8925972643273492256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2012/01/total-destruction.html' title='TOTAL DESTRUCTION!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6laNTKarqM/TxN5OGdwU8I/AAAAAAAAGbI/3mo0Lw1pzoA/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-5564514175699138764</id><published>2012-01-08T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:55:00.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Baby and Angel Chimes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“LOOKIE BAZIL!!! Gramma’th got a thpecial gift from Auntie Crithtina!!!!&amp;nbsp; But I don’t know what it could be!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Ask your Guardian Angel, Honorine, she’ll probably know.&amp;nbsp; Being a bear, and not alive for very long, I have had no dealings with such things....” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“HONORINE!!!&amp;nbsp; COMMERE PLEATHE!! I NEED YOU! What ith&amp;nbsp; Thith?? It got&amp;nbsp; Angelth like you...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hello, Baby.&amp;nbsp; Why Auntie Cristina has sent Gramma ‘Angel Chimes.’&amp;nbsp; I used to see them on Christmas tree tops, long ago.&amp;nbsp; There were angel chimes on the top of the tree and the candles on the trees (There were no electric Christmas lights long ago, you see) would make the angels turn around and ring the bells. These you can place on the table and we’ll light them and watch....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwwqsb9JWck/TwosZCAccfI/AAAAAAAAGak/qAOy1CefgKQ/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwwqsb9JWck/TwosZCAccfI/AAAAAAAAGak/qAOy1CefgKQ/s320/001.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“OOOHHHHHHHHH They are THo&amp;nbsp; Beautiful!!! But I don’t hear the bellth twinkling...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“SSSHHHHHHHH..You have to be very quiet. See....it’s a quiet sort of magic..can you hear them now?” whispered Honorine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I can hear them!” said Bazil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Me too!&amp;nbsp; I can hear them now.&amp;nbsp; And are the bellth making More angelth?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yes, Baby, whenever a bell rings..and Angel gets its wings! Have fun watching...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Here comes your friend, Josephine,” smiled Bazil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Jothephine!!!!&amp;nbsp; Lookie! Ith an Angel- maker Auntie Crithtina thent from Dutch!!! And every time the bellth Ring, Angelth get wingth!!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“OH It’s like fairy magic, Baby!!! And look how pretty it is sparkling in the dark. And did she send these chocolates from Dutch too?&amp;nbsp; Ouuuuuu..they look good...White chocolate and dark and Milk chocolate. And they have pictures!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGVCXfbfkIg/TwosU-dyDlI/AAAAAAAAGac/PicU47h1Nyg/s1600/013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGVCXfbfkIg/TwosU-dyDlI/AAAAAAAAGac/PicU47h1Nyg/s320/013.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“We can play a game...every time the bellth have chimed 20 timeth, then we get to eat a chocolate cauthe there are 20 NEW Angelth!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Bears like chocolate too you know!” growled Bazil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Okay..let’s start counting...but I can only count to 10.” said Josephine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Me too.&amp;nbsp; We can count to 10 Two timeth and that will be 20!&amp;nbsp; That’th what Daddy told me!”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSRYkE5M-gM/Twosib2dmLI/AAAAAAAAGas/IHWQYaayil4/s1600/022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSRYkE5M-gM/Twosib2dmLI/AAAAAAAAGas/IHWQYaayil4/s320/022.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTUxgc-t9Ic/TwoqFTLrsZI/AAAAAAAAGaE/Zy4hJBJpFLY/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angel Chimes are such a lovely tradition..thank-you Auntie Cristina..and thank-you Auntie Sandrine for finding Baby’s Guardian Angel! And of course, Auntie Katharine for Baby’s New bear, Bazil. So many wonderful Christmas Gifts this year! Love to you all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-5564514175699138764?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5564514175699138764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=5564514175699138764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5564514175699138764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5564514175699138764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-and-angel-chimes_08.html' title='Baby and Angel Chimes!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwwqsb9JWck/TwosZCAccfI/AAAAAAAAGak/qAOy1CefgKQ/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-4747675575847239539</id><published>2011-12-31T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:36:19.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bjork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM MARTHA AND JANE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year One and All! Thank-you for a Fabulous Year, and we hope you will join us for more Fun and Stories with Martha, Jane, and pals for 2012!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are all waiting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for the Tennis Ball&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to Drop at Midnight!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avDOG-o80iQ/Tv-bWh3aWSI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/EJLyc7VX5IA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avDOG-o80iQ/Tv-bWh3aWSI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/EJLyc7VX5IA/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7m4HSh1_oc/Tv-bXSMkxeI/AAAAAAAAGWY/QeIo0vFcL4s/s1600/005-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7m4HSh1_oc/Tv-bXSMkxeI/AAAAAAAAGWY/QeIo0vFcL4s/s320/005-a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-4747675575847239539?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4747675575847239539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=4747675575847239539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/4747675575847239539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/4747675575847239539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year-one-and-all-thank-you.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM MARTHA AND JANE!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avDOG-o80iQ/Tv-bWh3aWSI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/EJLyc7VX5IA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-2941386553605455628</id><published>2011-12-24T06:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:20:58.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“Marfa! Would you read a Chrithtmath Thtory from the BIG book?” asks Baby Bedbug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Sure, Baby! Here’s my favorite...Ahemmmmm:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4SdeZ8jNVM/TvWzpiH9QII/AAAAAAAAGTg/gBYhThWhTGY/s1600/110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4SdeZ8jNVM/TvWzpiH9QII/AAAAAAAAGTg/gBYhThWhTGY/s320/110.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Twas the Night Before Christmas and all through the House,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the creatures were stirring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each and Every Mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was busy with baking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Cake, Scones, and Buns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tea Pot was steeping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were ready for Fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJGtfaMb1k/TvWz2b35-hI/AAAAAAAAGTs/9d7NZ7GNcIc/s1600/014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJGtfaMb1k/TvWz2b35-hI/AAAAAAAAGTs/9d7NZ7GNcIc/s320/014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;‘The Potter is Coming,’ they announced with a cheer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘We need to be ready! Chill the Stella...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potter’s beer!’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Magic arose from the BOOT made with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It filled the whole house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It flew like a dove...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iSOtPj2VOEY/TvW0BX0Cu-I/AAAAAAAAGT4/fJgl4y-jKVs/s1600/020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iSOtPj2VOEY/TvW0BX0Cu-I/AAAAAAAAGT4/fJgl4y-jKVs/s320/020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And lit upon presents from friends far away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Merry Christmas!’ they cried,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘We’re ALIVE...here to Play!’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were Snowmen and Gnomes, Reindeer and Cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jrxb2Zf1JIA/TvW0GbqurKI/AAAAAAAAGUE/KA52WzXG_B4/s1600/042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jrxb2Zf1JIA/TvW0GbqurKI/AAAAAAAAGUE/KA52WzXG_B4/s320/042.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were Hedgies and Angels and Warmth from afar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acorns,&amp;nbsp; a Beaded Bowl, a Scarf twinkling like Stars!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7ahV2nhtfw/TvW0MJQ69CI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/CGgf_NjhxM4/s1600/057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7ahV2nhtfw/TvW0MJQ69CI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/CGgf_NjhxM4/s320/057.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pressies to fill a Preety Bedbug tree&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--uZCsQq6nik/TvW0Tsl1dYI/AAAAAAAAGUc/sLA54M5Qxx4/s1600/092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--uZCsQq6nik/TvW0Tsl1dYI/AAAAAAAAGUc/sLA54M5Qxx4/s320/092.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a Scottie Mug, Cocoa, and Shortbread...Wowie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were gifts yet to open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting patiently by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Magic was Bursting-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘IT’S THE POTTER!’ They Cried!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When what to their wondering eyes should appear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a Sleigh with Three Cats, Two Dogs, and Good Cheer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Now Nemo, Now Brutus, Now Freddy- Lead on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Bessie, On Bob-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Thatched Roof we’re Upon!’&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCs_vUxI8TQ/TvW0ZGaCA-I/AAAAAAAAGUo/OwwBP5FI8dQ/s1600/107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCs_vUxI8TQ/TvW0ZGaCA-I/AAAAAAAAGUo/OwwBP5FI8dQ/s320/107.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Welcome!’ yelled the Mice To the Potter and Steeds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘We’ve Tea, Buns, and Stella- all for your needs!’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the broad, chubby Potter, with his little round belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settled down in the Shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To eat Buns smeared with jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his Cats and his Dogs, they had Biscuits and Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Temptations and Bones and as for the Mice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We heard them Exclaim as they Toasted the sight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!’”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0up0Pyea-E/TvW0o1pMj_I/AAAAAAAAGU0/F27zXNIzjAM/s1600/107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0up0Pyea-E/TvW0o1pMj_I/AAAAAAAAGU0/F27zXNIzjAM/s320/107.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Very Merry Christmas from all of us here at Martha and Jane! And a deep thank-you and burst of Love to our dear friends..all of YOU who have made this Christmas extra extra Special!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to especially give a Huge Hug to The Potter- the BEST IN THE WORLD- Martin Cowley!!! Thank-you for the most Enchanting Mouse Tea Room Boot in the whole USA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-2941386553605455628?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2941386553605455628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=2941386553605455628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2941386553605455628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2941386553605455628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the Night Before Christmas...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4SdeZ8jNVM/TvWzpiH9QII/AAAAAAAAGTg/gBYhThWhTGY/s72-c/110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-8473779276415033853</id><published>2011-12-07T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:06:42.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winkles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Twig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Mouse'/><title type='text'>Martha's Tea Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Gramma?” asks Martha, “Would you have a Tea Party with me?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTKAD8hmIJs/Tt-pVS4MCqI/AAAAAAAAGPs/KEwIU89IiH8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTKAD8hmIJs/Tt-pVS4MCqI/AAAAAAAAGPs/KEwIU89IiH8/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“No, sweetie, not right now.&amp;nbsp; Gramma has lots of wrapping to do, and then I need to take the boxes to the Post Office. Why don’t you ask Henry D.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“He’s at the Mall...probably standing in the chicken line. And Lucy’s with him, shopping. If Janie was here, SHE would have a Tea party with me....sigh....OH I KNOW!!! I’ll get Winkle, my Imaginary friend! He’ll have a Tea Party with me!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hi Martha! Winkle at your Service!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hi Winkle! Let’s have a Tea Party, okay?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-meJeRhSgmSM/Tt-pasUYZSI/AAAAAAAAGP0/aeoFBkBs44U/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-meJeRhSgmSM/Tt-pasUYZSI/AAAAAAAAGP0/aeoFBkBs44U/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“How do you have a Tea Party?” asks Winkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Well first we go and get something special to wear.&amp;nbsp; You Gotta dress UP for a Tea Party...and we gotta have PREETY Hats most of all!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaKSwvadpFM/Tt-pevYhoiI/AAAAAAAAGP8/5fyC6taed58/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaKSwvadpFM/Tt-pevYhoiI/AAAAAAAAGP8/5fyC6taed58/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“There...see...now it’s all set, and Gramma let us have Animal Cookies!&amp;nbsp; What’d you get?&amp;nbsp; I got a monkey and a elephant!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Mine looks like a Giraffe and a Tiger. Can I have Tea?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kY4u9Y1GgU/Tt-pj2ZCKkI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dzB19Hdyufg/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kY4u9Y1GgU/Tt-pj2ZCKkI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dzB19Hdyufg/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“MAY I have Tea, Please?&amp;nbsp; That’s what you gotta say.&amp;nbsp; You gotta use Manners at a Tea party...it’s the LAW! Here’s your cup... and would you like some cream? OH LOOKIE!&amp;nbsp; It’s Mr. TWIG!!!&amp;nbsp; Hi...are you tired from all the Christmas Sweeping?&amp;nbsp; Come have tea and cookies with me an Winkle!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1ql-EHK5ig/Tt-poNrrwuI/AAAAAAAAGQM/5c_k1GZINBU/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1ql-EHK5ig/Tt-poNrrwuI/AAAAAAAAGQM/5c_k1GZINBU/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“This is Fun, Martha!&amp;nbsp; I like Tea Parties!” smiles Winkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh LOOKIE! here comes Alice Mouse!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hello Martha, Hello Mr. Twig. I suppose that space must be where Winkle is sitting, Martha?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“That’s right, Alice! We’re having a Fancy Tea Party...come join us!!!&amp;nbsp; Would you like one lump or two?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVbBfbf88_0/Tt-qLKi-JxI/AAAAAAAAGQk/5tPKlThNeKw/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVbBfbf88_0/Tt-qLKi-JxI/AAAAAAAAGQk/5tPKlThNeKw/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Oh no lumps for me, Martha.&amp;nbsp; I don’t care for lumps!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Silly, Lumps are Sugar...you gotta ask, ‘One Lump or Two?’ an then I give you one or two sugar cubes!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“OOOHhhhhhhhh! I thought you meant Gravy Lumps! hee hee... Oh, in that case, yes indeed, Two lumps please! I am so tired of all that Christmas Baking!!! If I see another Cranberry bread, I’ll Scream!!!! This Tea party is just what I need to relax...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“And here is Lucy!!!!&amp;nbsp; I thought you and Henry D. were at the Mall?” asks Martha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“He’s Still There...waiting to get some Fried Chicken! But it was WAY TOO Crowded for me, so I decided to just come home.&amp;nbsp; Oh lovely Tea....just what I want!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBh1LtN-N6c/Tt-pvAWfgEI/AAAAAAAAGQU/m7DBP4vQsoE/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBh1LtN-N6c/Tt-pvAWfgEI/AAAAAAAAGQU/m7DBP4vQsoE/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“This is so Great, isn’t it? There is nothing better than a Tea Party at Christmas with my good friends!” grins Martha very Happily! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it turned into a lovely, cozy gathering and when Gramma returned from her errands, she had a Surprise for Martha!!!&amp;nbsp; A NEW Christmas Dress!!! Look how beautiful she looks!&amp;nbsp; She’s growing up, isn’t she?&amp;nbsp; But fortunately very slowly......Very Very Slowly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smBAu1MOpx8/Tt-p123Eg_I/AAAAAAAAGQc/JAn3uhHOzOo/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smBAu1MOpx8/Tt-p123Eg_I/AAAAAAAAGQc/JAn3uhHOzOo/s400/039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...don’t you forget to take time out, during this Busy Holiday Season, for a Cozy Tea party with Dear Friends!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-8473779276415033853?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8473779276415033853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=8473779276415033853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8473779276415033853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8473779276415033853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/12/marthas-tea-party.html' title='Martha&apos;s Tea Party!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTKAD8hmIJs/Tt-pVS4MCqI/AAAAAAAAGPs/KEwIU89IiH8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-5039702703364598032</id><published>2011-11-23T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:26:18.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>The True Story Of Thanksgiving Continued.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“AHOOOOOOOO...I think I fell athleep, Uncle Henwee D.” yawned Baby Bedbug, “Lookee.....I forgot to have Mr. Pilgrim Man and Tom Turkey lithten to the Thtory!&amp;nbsp; My card ith from Tante Helen,&amp;nbsp; who made it all by herthelf!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Tante Helen Ith an Artitht!!&amp;nbsp; Okay..now we wanna know what happened with the Thankthgiving Featht?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQMSIVKZ8qI/Ts2YzwcUxTI/AAAAAAAAGLY/EVyC0-zxksM/s1600/017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQMSIVKZ8qI/Ts2YzwcUxTI/AAAAAAAAGLY/EVyC0-zxksM/s320/017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Well, after Mr. Martin Pilgrim got his nose out of the Fudge the Indians had told him how to grow, his little wife, Mrs. Shorty Pilgrim, told him that the Indians would be coming over for a Delicious Feast! ‘The Indians will be our honored guests’, she said, ‘And this will be our way of thanking them for all their kindness and generosity in teaching us how to grow our own food!’ Mr. Pilgrim thought this was a fabulous idea and he set to work drooling while Mrs. Pilgrim dusted and swept and&amp;nbsp; vacuumed and did the laundry and set the table and colored her hair, and took the car in for an oil change,&amp;nbsp; and began the cooking of the Giant Turkey!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrhK57b3KQ4/Ts2Y6bKivTI/AAAAAAAAGLg/vJWAAyGph3U/s1600/026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrhK57b3KQ4/Ts2Y6bKivTI/AAAAAAAAGLg/vJWAAyGph3U/s320/026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“WAIT A MINUTE, UNCLE HENWEE D!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; TURKEY!!!! NO NO NO...THERE CAN’T BE TURKEY FOR THANKTHGIVING!!!!!&amp;nbsp; WHAT WILL TOM THINK??? OH HE WILL BE THCARED AND HE’LL BE EATEN!!!! How can he be Thankful if the Pilgrimth EAT HIM!!!!!! AN HE WON’T GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!!!!!! NO, UNCLE HENWEE D!” screamed BABY!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8V-BHQNjhAM/Ts2ZFhBHkUI/AAAAAAAAGLo/bT6SpXjqr6M/s1600/033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8V-BHQNjhAM/Ts2ZFhBHkUI/AAAAAAAAGLo/bT6SpXjqr6M/s320/033.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Hmmmmmmm, Tom, eh?&amp;nbsp; Okay...well, we don’t want to upset your Tom Turkey, do we? Well, we can change the Feast...Mrs. Shorty Pilgrim began the cooking&amp;nbsp; of the Giant&amp;nbsp; FRIED Chicken!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIQGZXsa6wo/Ts2ZN5hXbOI/AAAAAAAAGLw/wFHsB0x3snc/s1600/037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIQGZXsa6wo/Ts2ZN5hXbOI/AAAAAAAAGLw/wFHsB0x3snc/s320/037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“AAAUUGGGHHHHH!!! NOT FRIED CHICKEN!!!!!&amp;nbsp; That is the MOMMY CHICKEN!!!! The Little Red Hen!!!!&amp;nbsp; That’th the one that baketh the bread all by herthelf cauthe the other animalth are Lazy!!!!&amp;nbsp; THE PILGRIMTH CAN’T EAT HER!!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8IItMuxnCs/Ts2aT-FmukI/AAAAAAAAGL4/iu0-G11Fkv8/s1600/043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8IItMuxnCs/Ts2aT-FmukI/AAAAAAAAGL4/iu0-G11Fkv8/s320/043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OooooooKAY....well then...ummmmmm, Mrs. Shorty Pilgrim went out into the garden and picked some delicious, creamy Macaroni and Cheese and began cooking it...how about THAT??” sighed Henry D.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“That ITH PERFECT!!!! I LOVE MACARONI AND CHEETHE!!!!&amp;nbsp; That will be a GREAT THANKTHGIVING FEATHT!!!!&amp;nbsp; HOORAY!” yelled Baby!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSQwZf1iNag/Ts2YvOToCuI/AAAAAAAAGLQ/uDeWk71e_fk/s1600/048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSQwZf1iNag/Ts2YvOToCuI/AAAAAAAAGLQ/uDeWk71e_fk/s320/048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“So the Pilgrims and the Indians&amp;nbsp; got together and had a Delicious Thanksgiving Feast, starring the Macaroni and Cheese, and they all ENJOYED IT!” smiled Henry D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Thank-you, Uncle Henwee D.&amp;nbsp; We Loved that Thtory, and I LOVE YOU TOO!” hugged Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So with that, Henry D will end his story and we ALL want to Wish YOU a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! No matter what you may eat, let us remember to give THANKS for all we have in this life. And to give BIG Warm HUGS to everyone around you and Grab that last piece of Pie before they can!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRC8tpp005k/Ts2cNp8HVfI/AAAAAAAAGMA/Nv3ZuDd8WPc/s1600/050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRC8tpp005k/Ts2cNp8HVfI/AAAAAAAAGMA/Nv3ZuDd8WPc/s320/050.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&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/8518550283721157500-5039702703364598032?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5039702703364598032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=5039702703364598032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5039702703364598032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5039702703364598032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-story-of-thanksgiving-continued.html' title='The True Story Of Thanksgiving Continued.....'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQMSIVKZ8qI/Ts2YzwcUxTI/AAAAAAAAGLY/EVyC0-zxksM/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-1962149103628790192</id><published>2011-11-18T18:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:40:21.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>The True Story of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; display: inline; font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Uncle Henwee D. ? Will you tell me the&amp;nbsp; Thtory of Tankthgiving?” asks Baby Bedbug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“UH...ummm...Well Uh, Sure Baby...Let’s see....ummmm, as I recall....uh, WEll, Once Upon a Time, there were people who lived in England and they were very short.... and very grumpy and growly! Yeh, that’s how it was...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Why wath they grumpy, Uncle Henwee D.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Well, it all had to do with the uh, there uh being..... because there was no............... NO PUMPKIN!!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“UHHHHHHH, NO PUNKIN?” asked a wide-eyed Baby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That’s right! NO Pumpkin anywhere...not even in Norfolk!!!!! The people couldn’t make pumpkin pie or pumpkin bread or pumpkin cheesecake. And they didn’t have any toasted, salted pumpkin seeds and no Halloween Jack-O-Lanterns!” stated Henry D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnlGnHX3eiQ/TsbnCs7Er5I/AAAAAAAAGKI/2ZSSklsaHxQ/s1600/003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnlGnHX3eiQ/TsbnCs7Er5I/AAAAAAAAGKI/2ZSSklsaHxQ/s320/003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRGp6yPsKng/Tsbm8rufEMI/AAAAAAAAGKA/N98elEV1g4c/s1600/025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Tho...what did the little people do?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Well, one of them was a famous Sailor, and his name was Martin! Martin and his wife, Shorty, decided they would go across the pond in their vintage boat, the Mayflour, and take a picnic lunch in their pink and green dotty picnic basket...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Did Martin and Thorty get to a hotel in time for bedtime?” asked Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“No, hotels weren’t invented yet, Silly! And I’m afraid the pond was foggy and rough and topsy turvey, and Martin and Shorty just made land after 2 years! And by then their picnic was all eaten up and Martin was hungry for fried chicken!!! And Shorty wanted a cream tea but they were both very excited to see the famous Little Rock!! They knew this would be their new home!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLrbdnb1Asg/TsbnITCN9VI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/pbcF_UJZLfE/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLrbdnb1Asg/TsbnITCN9VI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/pbcF_UJZLfE/s320/006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VldC3hTjaIY/TsbnVDXPi4I/AAAAAAAAGKo/KE0OBiZqZC0/s1600/023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“And what wath the Little Rock like, Uncle Henwee D? Wath there people there?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yes, oh and I forgot, when Martin and Shorty landed at Little Rock, they changed their names to ‘Pilgrims’! And the new people they met were called ‘Indians’. They met a nice Indian family and they asked the Daddy, who was the Chief...they asked him, ‘HOW?’ ”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“How What?” asked Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“How to grow Pumpkin..and maybe fried Chicken too...” nodded Henry D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED57MLuBOAI/TsbnMyZq3AI/AAAAAAAAGKY/qRlnVJhNKrc/s1600/012.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED57MLuBOAI/TsbnMyZq3AI/AAAAAAAAGKY/qRlnVJhNKrc/s320/012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Did Mr and Mth. Pilgrim learn how to grow Punkin?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh Yes, the Indian family...especially the beautiful little Indian Princess, who was named Golden Sunshine, showed Mr. and Mrs. Pilgrim all about growing and canning and storage and stuff like that...” said Henry D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEggJA-eMGo/TsbnQ96q0UI/AAAAAAAAGKg/s8EVh6tSVy8/s1600/014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEggJA-eMGo/TsbnQ96q0UI/AAAAAAAAGKg/s8EVh6tSVy8/s320/014.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; “Tho...did they have a Thankthgiving Featht?”asked Baby, yawning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Not quite yet...but you’re close.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Pilgrim was looking at all the yummy goodies the Indians had helped them to grow, and he said, ‘Those Indians sure have been great neighbors!&amp;nbsp; This fudge is my Favorite!!!’ And then Mrs. Pilgrim came up with a plan...'Mr. Pilgrim..I have a wonderful idea!’ said Mrs. Pilgrim, ‘Why don’t we have the Indians over for a BIG FEAST!&amp;nbsp; It can be our way of saying, Thank-you!&amp;nbsp; Mr. Pilgrim...are you listening to me?&amp;nbsp; Get your head out of that fudge!!!&amp;nbsp; It needs to last us ALL WINTER!’&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VldC3hTjaIY/TsbnVDXPi4I/AAAAAAAAGKo/KE0OBiZqZC0/s1600/023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VldC3hTjaIY/TsbnVDXPi4I/AAAAAAAAGKo/KE0OBiZqZC0/s320/023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“And so the Pilgrims started to plan a big fancy meal for when the Indians would come over....Thursday, November 24th!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzthzzzzzzzzzzzzzzthzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz” snored Baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh, so I see this little Princess has fallen asleep. Well, Thanksgiving is a few days away yet...we’ll finish the story next time...”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRGp6yPsKng/Tsbm8rufEMI/AAAAAAAAGKA/N98elEV1g4c/s1600/025.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRGp6yPsKng/Tsbm8rufEMI/AAAAAAAAGKA/N98elEV1g4c/s320/025.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be Continued because Baby Bedbug is asleep and Henry D. has put her gently in her bed while he is off to the kitchen for a small Feast...it’s HUNGRY WORK telling stories!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs and smooches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRGp6yPsKng/Tsbm8rufEMI/AAAAAAAAGKA/N98elEV1g4c/s1600/025.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-1962149103628790192?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1962149103628790192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=1962149103628790192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/1962149103628790192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/1962149103628790192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-story-of-thanksgiving.html' title='The True Story of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnlGnHX3eiQ/TsbnCs7Er5I/AAAAAAAAGKI/2ZSSklsaHxQ/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-2057228791336211538</id><published>2011-11-10T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:05:22.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bjork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>Dear Martha...guess what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear Martha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guess what?!&amp;nbsp; There is a wild animal living in our house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bjork and I were going upstairs when we saw something we never saw before.&amp;nbsp; There was bowl of water and some funny looking food. &amp;nbsp; It was on the stairway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QP97aMtRH1o/TrwBRJMmyMI/AAAAAAAAGEs/Hh_WvOp8l4g/s1600/002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QP97aMtRH1o/TrwBRJMmyMI/AAAAAAAAGEs/Hh_WvOp8l4g/s320/002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We looked closer at it...who could this be for?&amp;nbsp; Tiny Hank has dishes in a different place...why is this food on the stairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WZwC2sfaUcM/TrwBX_DDLtI/AAAAAAAAGE0/Wo94XSlgBqo/s1600/010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WZwC2sfaUcM/TrwBX_DDLtI/AAAAAAAAGE0/Wo94XSlgBqo/s320/010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just then we heard a roar and looked up!&amp;nbsp; It was a tiger at the top of the stairs!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cnjj9BzpIY/TrwBpyLw4tI/AAAAAAAAGE8/TLJbV1tbqmM/s1600/zephyr+on+stairs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cnjj9BzpIY/TrwBpyLw4tI/AAAAAAAAGE8/TLJbV1tbqmM/s320/zephyr+on+stairs.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;EEEEEK!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; We ran screaming into the hallway and Tante Helen came running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Oh, you silly geese! That is Zephyr who has come to live with us.&amp;nbsp; We adopted her and now she has found her forever home...just like you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe we scared Zephyr. She ran up the stairs and hid!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now we see her once in a while but Tante Helen says it takes time for a three year old girl kitty to get used to her new home and all the animals who live here.&amp;nbsp; Well, I can tell you, she has a very loud ROAR and she is as pouncy as you would expect a tiger to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Miss you bunches and hope you have a story for us soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BFF forever, your friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;XX&amp;nbsp; Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;Martha and Jane &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/8518550283721157500-2057228791336211538?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2057228791336211538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=2057228791336211538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2057228791336211538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2057228791336211538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-marthaguess-what.html' title='Dear Martha...guess what?!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QP97aMtRH1o/TrwBRJMmyMI/AAAAAAAAGEs/Hh_WvOp8l4g/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-3720063137696117161</id><published>2011-10-31T05:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:07:53.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--XbCNgPi9bE/Tq5ianpCQ6I/AAAAAAAAGCk/nh5D2XQ34Zs/s1600/witch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_K_l521Fcog/Tq5iaFuidiI/AAAAAAAAGCc/Fg8B0yAWKng/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_K_l521Fcog/Tq5iaFuidiI/AAAAAAAAGCc/Fg8B0yAWKng/s400/030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Henry D, Martha, Winkle, and Lucy All&amp;nbsp; Wish you all a &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt; (And Henry D. asks, “Is it okay if I EAT my Costume after we Trick-Or-Treat?”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--XbCNgPi9bE/Tq5ianpCQ6I/AAAAAAAAGCk/nh5D2XQ34Zs/s1600/witch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--XbCNgPi9bE/Tq5ianpCQ6I/AAAAAAAAGCk/nh5D2XQ34Zs/s400/witch.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jane, Hannah, Hester, and Bjork and everyone at Tante Helen's wishes you a spooky, treat- filled, safe, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;from New England...where the snow is covering the pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--XbCNgPi9bE/Tq5ianpCQ6I/AAAAAAAAGCk/nh5D2XQ34Zs/s1600/witch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-3720063137696117161?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3720063137696117161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=3720063137696117161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3720063137696117161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3720063137696117161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_K_l521Fcog/Tq5iaFuidiI/AAAAAAAAGCc/Fg8B0yAWKng/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-7372970685680393219</id><published>2011-10-28T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:05:19.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Baby and Josephine Go Exploring Part 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“Look Baby...we’re upstairs and here’s another door...let’s go Explore...” whispers Josephine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“But we gotta hurry...ith almoth 4:00” says Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“HAHAHHAHAHA, BABY!!! That’s not a real clock...it’s paper, remember?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh yeh...heheheheheh...” giggles Baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ3CXcfEPjs/Tqr8IvtlbII/AAAAAAAAGB0/cvHKGciWHNo/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ3CXcfEPjs/Tqr8IvtlbII/AAAAAAAAGB0/cvHKGciWHNo/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“EEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! EGADS!!!!!! A....................MAN!!!!!” Yells Josephine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, Jumping Jothephine!!! Ith only Paper...remember? He’th NOT REAL!!!!” laughs Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh yeh, I forgot...but he looks real...really nice! He must be The Daddy,” puzzles Josephine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“He’th Handthome!&amp;nbsp; And he’th got a PIPE!!!! LIKE THANTA CLAUTH!!!!” screams BABY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Df2q8qo7N-k/Tqr8PeKYurI/AAAAAAAAGB8/jVRphkkwSqQ/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Df2q8qo7N-k/Tqr8PeKYurI/AAAAAAAAGB8/jVRphkkwSqQ/s320/039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Com’on...let’s see what’s in here,” says Josephine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Lookie! The Bathroom! I’m gonna take a Bath and YOU thit on the Potty!” laughs Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“The Potty lid really opens, Baby!&amp;nbsp; This is great!” smiles Josephine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WkUVVpofmI/Tqr8TnDw7jI/AAAAAAAAGCE/DIMc-XsuFGs/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WkUVVpofmI/Tqr8TnDw7jI/AAAAAAAAGCE/DIMc-XsuFGs/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Now I’m gonna dry off and Let’th thee wha’th in the next room...” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“It’s the kid’s room, Baby! And look...a big sister and a brother and a little sister. Do you think they come alive?” asks Josephine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh Yeth! But it’th the Doll Law that they only come alive when real people aren’t here. They won’t come alive till you and me are gone home,” says Baby nodding her head. “ Let’th give them nameth!” suggests Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I think the Big sister should be Alice,” says Josephine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“And the brother can be Ian..like Ian Grapeth!” says Baby, “You do the other thithter, “ says Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Okay, the little sister can be Emma,” decides Josephine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkQi2q-qWXM/Tqr8Y4pT-AI/AAAAAAAAGCM/5whvObfwY8A/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkQi2q-qWXM/Tqr8Y4pT-AI/AAAAAAAAGCM/5whvObfwY8A/s320/049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“You know what we can do now...we can go up to the Roof!” says Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Let’s take the Daddy with us.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Look! We can Thee far far away! Lookie...a Kitty ith here too!&amp;nbsp; Hith name ith Nemo!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoQOBq9X-so/Tqr8c6M2E7I/AAAAAAAAGCU/lIg9B49bib4/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoQOBq9X-so/Tqr8c6M2E7I/AAAAAAAAGCU/lIg9B49bib4/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“OH BABY!&amp;nbsp; Do you know what I just thought...there’s NO MOMMY! Oh that’s so sad!!!&amp;nbsp; What happened to the Mommy?” asks Josephine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Maybe the Mommy ith working.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe on a trip to Dithneyworld like Uncle Beamer!” says Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Or maybe the Mommy got lost!” frowns Josephine, “Oh poor Daddy and kids!!!&amp;nbsp; They need a Mommy!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I can fix that!” smiles Baby, “I’ll make the family a Mommy!!!! Here’th thome paper and a marker...”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUx8r3kttNA/Tqr76qVV9EI/AAAAAAAAGBk/AIQQ07RE-0U/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUx8r3kttNA/Tqr76qVV9EI/AAAAAAAAGBk/AIQQ07RE-0U/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Make her pretty,” says Josephine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“TA DA!!!!&amp;nbsp; The MOMMY!” smiles Baby, “Now they can all be a family again!!!&amp;nbsp; Okay, we better get home or Mommy will worry...come on Jothie!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy_OBOuKejU/Tqr8AKfxurI/AAAAAAAAGBs/UiOApwC7eYA/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy_OBOuKejU/Tqr8AKfxurI/AAAAAAAAGBs/UiOApwC7eYA/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come back and see us here, at Martha and Jane, on Halloween...and again, thank-you to Riley Emma Dawe for giving Gramma such a wonderful Opportunity for Baby and Josephine! We LOVE you, Riley!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Martha&amp;nbsp; and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4N9D-bM_gAY/Tqr7rst9FZI/AAAAAAAAGBc/XxMngAe7Fv0/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-7372970685680393219?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7372970685680393219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=7372970685680393219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/7372970685680393219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/7372970685680393219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/baby-and-josephine-go-exploring-part-2_1388.html' title='Baby and Josephine Go Exploring Part 2!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ3CXcfEPjs/Tqr8IvtlbII/AAAAAAAAGB0/cvHKGciWHNo/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-2274533629469005225</id><published>2011-10-20T17:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:37:51.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Cristina'/><title type='text'>Baby and Josephine go Exploring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Thank-you for letting me spend the night, Mrs. Bedbug!” says little Josephine Kangaroo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Can we go exthploring now, Mommy?” asks Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Yes, girls...just don’t go too far,” says Donna Cristina Bedbug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaQouNuhouw/TqCTWD5oRqI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/vReT3GWZp40/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaQouNuhouw/TqCTWD5oRqI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/vReT3GWZp40/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Let’s put on Exthplorer Capes!” shouts Baby, “Here, Jothephine...you can uthe my apron!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“What’s over there, Baby?&amp;nbsp; I see colors!!!&amp;nbsp; Let’s go look!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Thith muth be Gramma’th Gifths from Auntie Wiley!!! I heard her talking about them lath night!!! Gramma wath ALL HAPPY!!! LOOKIE, Jothie.....a cardth and the Ocean!!!!! And Auntie Wiley painted theethe all by hand!!!! Auntie Wiley ith a Painter!!!! And she decorateth chairth and tableth and writes the poem and drawth the pictureth!!&amp;nbsp; Look...a Flower Keychain!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“And a teapot with a hook....I bet your Gramma will put this on the wall! OOUUUhhh...I’m gonna pretend I can go up to the top of that Lighthouse!” says Josephine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3JyA4xmNoo/TqCTcWjOBzI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/6JkIF5blfPw/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3JyA4xmNoo/TqCTcWjOBzI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/6JkIF5blfPw/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“And letth be Mermaith too!! We can THWIM in the Ocean!!!!! Now keep your Legth together...like the Mermaidth do!!!!&amp;nbsp; I’m Thwimming by the Octoputh!” (Photo #11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OH BABY!!! WHAT IS THAT?” Screams Josephine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“IT’TH A HOUTHE!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; A REAL HOUTHE!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Look...thith ith the Kitchen!!!!&amp;nbsp; Wanna Go in?” asks Baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeHhcBrW3RA/TqCTj_tLvkI/AAAAAAAAF-g/Jlh0w8IDlAU/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeHhcBrW3RA/TqCTj_tLvkI/AAAAAAAAF-g/Jlh0w8IDlAU/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OH BABY!!!&amp;nbsp; All the doors open! Oh I LOVE THIS!” yells Josephine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“An LOOKIE, Jothie!&amp;nbsp; The Door openth to another ROOM!!! LETH EXPLORE!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbC5pJ4M1sg/TqCTo8TAfoI/AAAAAAAAF-o/C5Ph5OIVuvM/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbC5pJ4M1sg/TqCTo8TAfoI/AAAAAAAAF-o/C5Ph5OIVuvM/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“It’s the Dining Room!&amp;nbsp; I’ll be the Princess at the table and you serve, Okay?&amp;nbsp; We can take turns, Baby.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zn1wnEtQz1k/TqCTubJLkbI/AAAAAAAAF-w/QQZbwwCQRIc/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zn1wnEtQz1k/TqCTubJLkbI/AAAAAAAAF-w/QQZbwwCQRIc/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Look at thith room...ooouuuhhhhh...a Fireplathe!!!!!Now I’m the Princeth and you are the Famouthe Piano Player! You can play Chopthickth for me!” smiles Baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8GYTvLfrmU/TqCTztUtp1I/AAAAAAAAF-4/CjHN4q0u6Us/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8GYTvLfrmU/TqCTztUtp1I/AAAAAAAAF-4/CjHN4q0u6Us/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“BABY!!!! OH MY GOSH!!! STAIRS!!! OH COME ON!! WE GOTTA EXPLORE UPSTAIRS!!!!!” yells Josephine!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JfM5wzRrxQ/TqCT5BsBQiI/AAAAAAAAF_A/nbiLXVc2iiY/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JfM5wzRrxQ/TqCT5BsBQiI/AAAAAAAAF_A/nbiLXVc2iiY/s320/032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh MY! What will Baby and Josephine find upstairs????&amp;nbsp; A Ghotht?&amp;nbsp; OOPS........ a Ghost?&amp;nbsp; Or maybe an Explorer-Eating Monster? Or a GOAT- with Three Sharp Horns????&amp;nbsp; Come back Next time and FIND OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And a Special HUGE HUG and THANK-YOU TO AUNTIE RILEY EMMA DAWE, ARTIST (FOLLY BEA)&amp;nbsp; EXTRAORDINARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8518550283721157500-2274533629469005225?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2274533629469005225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=2274533629469005225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2274533629469005225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2274533629469005225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/baby-and-josephine-go-exploring.html' title='Baby and Josephine go Exploring!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaQouNuhouw/TqCTWD5oRqI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/vReT3GWZp40/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-3784968842757414216</id><published>2011-10-12T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T05:45:34.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dear Maker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What are we gonna do, Marfa?” asks Baby Bedbug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Today, Oct. 12th,&amp;nbsp; is the Most Special Day, Baby!!!! It’s Our Maker’s Birthday!!!! And to celebrate..we’re gonna make a Pumpkin Pie!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Punkin Pie!!!&amp;nbsp; Mmmmmmm...can we have thom or doth The Maker eat all da pie?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“No...Our Maker won’t really get any of this pie because she lives far far away in some sort of State of ILL Annoy, Gramma says...but WE get to eat lots to celebrate her Birthday!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Thoooo, we make da pie but The Maker dothn’t get any!!!!&amp;nbsp; An we open Prethies and Cardth for her that The Maker dothn’t get ,an we get a year older that The Maker dothn’t get an we get THick from all the thweets The Maker dothn’t get....RIGHT?” smiles Baby, “But we don’t hafta get the Thpankings!!!! Right?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yeth...I mean, Yes, sort of...let’s start the No Fail Pie Crust recipe.&amp;nbsp; We need three cups of flour, 1 tsp. salt, and 1 Tb. sugar,” reads Martha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwXHbJnnPAw/TpVbNPSkjEI/AAAAAAAAF74/hE8KWKZXhPI/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwXHbJnnPAw/TpVbNPSkjEI/AAAAAAAAF74/hE8KWKZXhPI/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“LOOK WHOTH IN THE THUGAR!!!!! Ith Carl Cucumber!!!!” Yells Baby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“How come you’re in the sugar, Carl?” asks Martha, “Oh, would you measure out a Tablespoon for the pie dough please.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I’m HIDING!” Grunts Carl, “They grew me out in the back yard. I heard birds sing and saw the sun rise every morning.&amp;nbsp; I saw flowers bloom and felt the coolness of rain upon my green skin! I trembled when my prickles developed and my muscles grew large.&amp;nbsp; I saw the squirrels scamper and KNEW LIFE and JOY and WONDER! And Now they want to..................EAT ME!!!!! OH HELP ME!!!! HELP AN INNOCENT YOUNG CUKE!!!!” screams Carl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbBNdMVHgIo/TpVbTYsmQcI/AAAAAAAAF8A/isWSzlnlt1o/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbBNdMVHgIo/TpVbTYsmQcI/AAAAAAAAF8A/isWSzlnlt1o/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hmmmmmm..I know someone who had the same problem,” thinks Martha outloud, “The silly Goose in the movie, BABE! He decided it would be Best if he became Useful...then the family wouldn’t eat him!&amp;nbsp; Maybe you need to become useful, Carl.&amp;nbsp; Here...help us with the Pie.&amp;nbsp; Now I need to cut in 1 1/4 cup shortening...you can Help!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM3bRaWHXog/TpVbclcf90I/AAAAAAAAF8I/jlc-VAk2AK8/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM3bRaWHXog/TpVbclcf90I/AAAAAAAAF8I/jlc-VAk2AK8/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Now that’s done...we need to add 1 egg beaten, 1 Tb. Vinegar, 5 Tb. very cold water (Or more if need be, to make a soft dough). Okay...stir it all together and see...the dough is ready to rock and roll!” says Martha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Can me and Carl roll too, Marfa?&amp;nbsp; Dat looks like fun!!!!” laughs Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrfFoqs2xtU/TpVgPVdsZpI/AAAAAAAAF8w/QWTSaIWkAK4/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrfFoqs2xtU/TpVgPVdsZpI/AAAAAAAAF8w/QWTSaIWkAK4/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM3bRaWHXog/TpVbclcf90I/AAAAAAAAF8I/jlc-VAk2AK8/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Okay...now the pie crust is ready, and I have to do the Pumpkin Filling.&amp;nbsp; Gramma says the recipe on the can of pumpkin is her favorite.&amp;nbsp; While I do that, Carl, you and Baby can have some dough to use!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What should we make?” asks Carl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I KNOW! I KNOW!” screams Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzM6DT1_-OA/TpVbspGrlCI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/GiM03unwIFQ/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzM6DT1_-OA/TpVbspGrlCI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/GiM03unwIFQ/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Okay...the pie is in the oven! And we’ll bake some pie strips for us to eat in the meantime..we can use the leftover dough. If we didn’t use the rest of the dough for strips, we could freeze it for another Pie Crust!” says Martha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Look what Baby and I made!” says Carl, “Will this be enough to save me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Of courth!” insists Baby, “Thith ith a Mathterpiece!!!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slxK6k_bQ7U/TpVbxtTjZdI/AAAAAAAAF8g/O78eRAsrNYI/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slxK6k_bQ7U/TpVbxtTjZdI/AAAAAAAAF8g/O78eRAsrNYI/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Pie’s DONE!” shouts Martha!! “Time for our Group Photo!!!!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our DEAREST Maker, Valerie Weberpal, without whom there would be NO Martha and Jane!!! WE ADORE YOU From the bottom of our colorful Fabric toes to the tops of our&amp;nbsp; Adorable Monster Ears!!! And all our love from (left to right)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ryTa3ucqEJ0/TpVb2ng6phI/AAAAAAAAF8o/fxAiupN0sKY/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ryTa3ucqEJ0/TpVb2ng6phI/AAAAAAAAF8o/fxAiupN0sKY/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back Row: Ghostie, Witch Wilomeana, Winkle, Martha, Henry D. and a lovely Fall Pillow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Middle Row: Little Witchie, Little Elf, Beakman Bedbug, Baby Bedbug, Carl Cucumber, and Billie Bedbug (Still looking for a home!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front Row: Woolie Mittens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these wonders, ummmm except for Carl Cucumber, have been created by OUR MAKER!!!!&amp;nbsp; Thank-you, Dearest Valerie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Happy BIRTHDAY!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;Jane, Holly, Ivy, Frith,&amp;nbsp; Bjork, who live at Tante Helen's, also wish Valerie Weberpal, of Harvest Moon, a very happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8518550283721157500-3784968842757414216?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3784968842757414216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=3784968842757414216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3784968842757414216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3784968842757414216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-dear-maker.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dear Maker!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwXHbJnnPAw/TpVbNPSkjEI/AAAAAAAAF74/hE8KWKZXhPI/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-8205855867238598352</id><published>2011-10-03T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:16:50.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>Martha takes Mack and Henry D. to the Vet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cg_msg_content"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqqJvNW2HoE/TopAYhcn5NI/AAAAAAAAF6k/7m8A6oly1h4/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“For goodness sake, Mack and Henry D!!!&amp;nbsp; What is wrong?” frowns Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Our EARS HURT!!!!!” wails Henry D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Ick!!!&amp;nbsp; It looks like you BOTH have infections! We better go see the Vet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Okay, boys..we’re here!&amp;nbsp; Why do doggies like to stick their heads out the window?” giggles Martha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56PMJNenltM/Too_cfN8-SI/AAAAAAAAF6I/P_eKAKbQ6wk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56PMJNenltM/Too_cfN8-SI/AAAAAAAAF6I/P_eKAKbQ6wk/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“I think it’s cause of our heredity...being in the Un-Tamed Wolf Pack!” says Henry D. “ Wolves would always be in a pack and whenever they drove somewhere in a car,&amp;nbsp; they stuck their heads out the window to smell for Wild Animals nearby!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Boy, you’re Smart, Henry D!” smiles Martha, wide-eyed!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Okay...let’s go inside..it’s almost time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Wait a minute, Martha.&amp;nbsp; Me and Mack got DOG Stuff to attend to....don’t we Bro?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDR46LYmCWQ/Too_i-WBn9I/AAAAAAAAF6M/DEpNtZs6LQ8/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDR46LYmCWQ/Too_i-WBn9I/AAAAAAAAF6M/DEpNtZs6LQ8/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Now that we’re inside, you can read a magazine while we wait....” says Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“I think I’m too nervous,” whispers Henry D. “What will the Vet do to me and Mack?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Az6lZ7C3QAY/Too_ngFWH3I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/dNCOwikbclE/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Az6lZ7C3QAY/Too_ngFWH3I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/dNCOwikbclE/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But then it’s time to go back to see Dr. Hamilton!&amp;nbsp; The dogs always get weighed first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Henry D..you weigh 8 Ounces!!!!&amp;nbsp; You need to cut back on that fried Chicken!” scolds Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEd7Wgy6WDk/Too_weUscjI/AAAAAAAAF6U/Sxle56qjw1M/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEd7Wgy6WDk/Too_weUscjI/AAAAAAAAF6U/Sxle56qjw1M/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dr. Hamilton checks out Mack first...POOR MACK gets a Shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OH NO!!!! I KNOW I’M GOING TO FAINT!” quivers Henry D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mr. Drew comes in to check out Henry D.&amp;nbsp; “Let’s look in the good ear first,” he says.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Bcwv4KDpk0/TopASHWggtI/AAAAAAAAF6g/kGN-9HsRe6c/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Bcwv4KDpk0/TopASHWggtI/AAAAAAAAF6g/kGN-9HsRe6c/s320/018.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;‘DO I HAFTA HAVE A SHOT????? DO I????!!!!!” SCREAMS Henry D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Now now..let’s look in this other ear and we’ll see,”says Mr. Drew.&amp;nbsp; “Hmmmmmm..not so bad.&amp;nbsp; I think ear drops will take care of things.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Oh THANK Goodness!!!!” Sighs Henry D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlUnNwhM5M8/TopAC2D0OoI/AAAAAAAAF6c/ueWY_ruL3jI/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlUnNwhM5M8/TopAC2D0OoI/AAAAAAAAF6c/ueWY_ruL3jI/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“And could you clip his nails please, Mr. Drew?” asks Martha, “He jumped up and scratched me on accident yesterday.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Sure thing, Martha!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVC-NlHdt-o/Too_3MvqcpI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/M8EAZQcPQLA/s1600/015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVC-NlHdt-o/Too_3MvqcpI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/M8EAZQcPQLA/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“There... now you’ll be able to go to the Mall and enjoy your Fried Chicken again before you Know it!” smiles Mr. Drew.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqqJvNW2HoE/TopAYhcn5NI/AAAAAAAAF6k/7m8A6oly1h4/s1600/019.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqqJvNW2HoE/TopAYhcn5NI/AAAAAAAAF6k/7m8A6oly1h4/s320/019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“SSSSShhhhhhhh...not so loud...Miss Bossy Pants is listening,” whispers Henry D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Time to pay up, and since you were both SO GOOD, we’re getting Greenies!!!” smiles Martha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWcVILSq5ps/TopAl-n-JRI/AAAAAAAAF6o/IdHrhYcZco4/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWcVILSq5ps/TopAl-n-JRI/AAAAAAAAF6o/IdHrhYcZco4/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Thank-you Dr. Hamilton!!!&amp;nbsp; Thank-you, Mr. Drew!!!” Shout Martha and Henry D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Bark bark!!!” says Mack!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let’s hope the doggies will be better soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs and Smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-8205855867238598352?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8205855867238598352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=8205855867238598352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8205855867238598352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8205855867238598352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/10/martha-takes-mack-and-henry-d-to-vet.html' title='Martha takes Mack and Henry D. to the Vet...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56PMJNenltM/Too_cfN8-SI/AAAAAAAAF6I/P_eKAKbQ6wk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-8972104587040015457</id><published>2011-09-28T06:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T06:54:42.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heights Toy Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>More Marfa and Baby at Heights Toy Center!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Martha is babysitting Baby Bedbug, and they are having a Blast at the &lt;a href="http://www.heightstoycenter.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1317206064_0"&gt;Heights Toy Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;While Martha Has big eyes over Mr. Jeff, Baby Bedbug finds something Yummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTc9RznNIs8/ToL6wFPFDbI/AAAAAAAAF4U/tK7Wh4rRu6g/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Lookie, Marfa, Shakes n’Thstaws!!! We can get stawberry fo me and nilla fo you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTc9RznNIs8/ToL6wFPFDbI/AAAAAAAAF4U/tK7Wh4rRu6g/s1600/042.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTc9RznNIs8/ToL6wFPFDbI/AAAAAAAAF4U/tK7Wh4rRu6g/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OOuuuhhhhhh..that’s not real milkshake, Baby..it’s lip gloss!&amp;nbsp; Maybe Jeffie would find me irresistible with vanilla lips!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“But you don’t got lips, Marfa...&amp;nbsp; OOOUUUH...a PLAYHOUSE!!! COMON!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“I’ll be Mommy and you can be Baby and Jeffie can be the Mailman!” smiles Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“And me and Bwankie can sigh ou names!!!! I LOVE dis house....and it got Windows and we can eat snack wite inside ou own home!” yells Baby!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKCCk9qGFlQ/ToL6_jNRggI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/tRT3ijR4OWk/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKCCk9qGFlQ/ToL6_jNRggI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/tRT3ijR4OWk/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mr. Jeff takes Martha and Baby over to the puppets because he knows Gramma has lots of puppets at her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Martha and Baby tell Mr. Jeff to “Turn Around!” and they’re going to have a Surprise for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OKay....Miste Jeff.....FIND ME!” Screams BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Watch my Puppet Show with the Little Mermaid, Jeffie!” smiles Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUgGWJ0WdIc/ToL7GXP6a6I/AAAAAAAAF4c/1dBoExVNl94/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUgGWJ0WdIc/ToL7GXP6a6I/AAAAAAAAF4c/1dBoExVNl94/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After Jeff finds Baby and they watch Martha’s Puppet show, Baby makes a Discovery... “LOOKIE, Marfa, A POTTY!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHA...That’s just for dolls so DON’T DO ANTHING, BABY!” warns Martha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiVcKRRQ0Ec/ToL7MAyZrgI/AAAAAAAAF4g/KCoNRymSnJs/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiVcKRRQ0Ec/ToL7MAyZrgI/AAAAAAAAF4g/KCoNRymSnJs/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Baby..here’s the Train! ALL ABOARD!&amp;nbsp; Going to Neverland, Narnia, and the Emerald City of Oz!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcjahPhn_p0/ToL7Sc7On4I/AAAAAAAAF4k/HJBTKWeziA0/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcjahPhn_p0/ToL7Sc7On4I/AAAAAAAAF4k/HJBTKWeziA0/s320/053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Ahhhhhhh, I’m getting Sweepy, Marfa.&amp;nbsp; Would you wead me a book?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Sure, Baby...come snuggle over here,” says Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zymFKPcgy1A/ToL7XxgvzlI/AAAAAAAAF4o/GwBkZPn-yDo/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zymFKPcgy1A/ToL7XxgvzlI/AAAAAAAAF4o/GwBkZPn-yDo/s320/059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Baby gently falls asleep while Martha reads the board book.&amp;nbsp; When she wakes up, she sees someone else was listening to Martha read the story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPDqe7DrpqU/ToL7dZuYWpI/AAAAAAAAF4s/PVEYtQs3E60/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPDqe7DrpqU/ToL7dZuYWpI/AAAAAAAAF4s/PVEYtQs3E60/s320/066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It’s just about time for Martha and Baby to go home..the Toy Center closes at 6:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OH Marfa and Miss Ruby and Mr. Jeff...Dat was SO MUCH FUN!!!!! Can we come again and maybe show Mommy and Daddy next time?” asks Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Sure, Baby!” laughs Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Baby, why don’t you ride home on this Lady Bug for fun!” suggests Miss Ruby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OH Tank You, MISS Wuby!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE DIS LADY BUG!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Goodbye Baby!&amp;nbsp; Goodbye Martha!&amp;nbsp; Come again!” Smile Ruby and Jeff&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-1PTOnNTfE/ToL7jmboDmI/AAAAAAAAF4w/HWpbq5tXOLM/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-1PTOnNTfE/ToL7jmboDmI/AAAAAAAAF4w/HWpbq5tXOLM/s320/071.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What a GREAT TIME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JONBQBidbew/TnXSKMaCe-I/AAAAAAAAF1g/hPNuY1MfykA/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dona Cristina Bedbug and her husband, Beakman Bedbug, want to have a little time to themselves today, and Martha Jumps at the chance to babysit Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Is it okay if take Baby to “&lt;a href="http://www.heightstoycenter.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1316344236_0"&gt;The Heights Toy Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”?” asked Martha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dona Cristina and Beakman think this is a Fabulous idea so off goes Martha with Baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Here we are BABY!!!  Ouuuhhhhh..this is the BEST Place in all Little Rock!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“De got BIG ANTS!” screams BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Those are just Picnic Ants for the window..they’re not real,”laughs Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0vBmkHhZh0/TnXRyOmtoxI/AAAAAAAAF1U/AcRrlVlom2o/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0vBmkHhZh0/TnXRyOmtoxI/AAAAAAAAF1U/AcRrlVlom2o/s320/001.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay...hold onto your Blankie...here we GO!!!!!” smiles Martha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpwbFqEo0ts/TnXS4CZCUyI/AAAAAAAAF1w/DHOUqeqFCKs/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpwbFqEo0ts/TnXS4CZCUyI/AAAAAAAAF1w/DHOUqeqFCKs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“LOOKIE MARFA!!!! A Giant’s Ball!!!  Can you put me on da top?” yells Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I think Ruby can..she works here,” says Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Here WE ARE, BWANKIE.... on Da top of Da WORLD!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2avWHX-h1EY/TnXR3E_4MuI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/D7qLGlTqk_0/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2avWHX-h1EY/TnXR3E_4MuI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/D7qLGlTqk_0/s320/026.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Martha...bring baby over here and I’ll show you both how to play this game,” says Ruby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I gonna sit wite here so I can see weal good!” says Baby, “OOOUUUUUUuu.....I wanna woll da Dice!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJoL3J0Dw4U/TnXR8Ezj3VI/AAAAAAAAF1c/biSTA-0XlKM/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJoL3J0Dw4U/TnXR8Ezj3VI/AAAAAAAAF1c/biSTA-0XlKM/s320/031.JPG" border="0" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Marfa!!! LOOKIE!!! A GIANT NEMO FISH FLY BY!!!!! Can I SEE, MISS Wuby? I WANNA WIDE!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“It’s an ‘Air Swimmer’, Baby. I’m not sure the Fish can fly with you...try sitting here and we’ll see,” says Ruby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I’m weady to go but I’m afwaid I fall off.  Can I hang on instead?” asks Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JONBQBidbew/TnXSKMaCe-I/AAAAAAAAF1g/hPNuY1MfykA/s1600/017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JONBQBidbew/TnXSKMaCe-I/AAAAAAAAF1g/hPNuY1MfykA/s320/017.JPG" border="0" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I’m not sure your Mom and Dad would think that’s too safe, Baby,” frowns Martha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“It’s okay...I’ll be right here,” says Ruby, “I can catch Baby if she starts to slip...don’t worry!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“LOOKIT ME!!! LOOKIT ME!!!!! I’M FWYING WIF NEMO!!!!!!!” Screams Baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0XSs0CSjPs/TnXSPCkbxlI/AAAAAAAAF1k/k-8GFez3r0A/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0XSs0CSjPs/TnXSPCkbxlI/AAAAAAAAF1k/k-8GFez3r0A/s320/023.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Was that fun, Baby?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh YES!!!!! And I saw a Band!!!  Oh I wanna do da drums...PWEASE!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Here you go,” says Martha, “You better play loud now cause I don’t think your Mom and Dad will let you have this at home!” laughs Martha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3eNcNNlbXs/TnXST1rAOnI/AAAAAAAAF1o/t2Z1sGZaT7A/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3eNcNNlbXs/TnXST1rAOnI/AAAAAAAAF1o/t2Z1sGZaT7A/s320/028.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, Jeff comes back from Lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh IT’S JEFF!!!!!!” grins Martha!  Ssssshhhhh...don’t tell but Martha has a Big crush on Jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Jeff!!!  Can you push me on the Air Pogo?” giggles Martha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Sure, Martha!” smiles Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVYDqw73E4Y/TnXSdQ_0FwI/AAAAAAAAF1s/ouRAyK5ocOI/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVYDqw73E4Y/TnXSdQ_0FwI/AAAAAAAAF1s/ouRAyK5ocOI/s320/040.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to see and do...Martha and Baby have just gotten started..so we’ll leave Baby playing the drums for now and Martha with Jeff and we’ll Continue Next Time!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-4284548598898896077?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4284548598898896077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=4284548598898896077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/4284548598898896077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/4284548598898896077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/dona-cristina-bedbug-and-her-husband.html' title='Martha Babysits!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0vBmkHhZh0/TnXRyOmtoxI/AAAAAAAAF1U/AcRrlVlom2o/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-5254182363450687734</id><published>2011-09-14T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:20:47.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>Dear Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear Martha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was such a good story!&amp;nbsp; We we loved it so much!&amp;nbsp; Please tell Gramma that her stories make us smile!&amp;nbsp; The ending was so exciting!&amp;nbsp; And now some bedbugs will be going to new homes where they can start their bedbug lives with new people who will love them very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSR7sH7jNpg/TnEyKsL0oVI/AAAAAAAAF0s/9oDxkuf5bVA/s1600/Letter.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSR7sH7jNpg/TnEyKsL0oVI/AAAAAAAAF0s/9oDxkuf5bVA/s400/Letter.JPG" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had some excitement here!&amp;nbsp; There is a bed bug romance happening in our house!&amp;nbsp; Bjork has fallen in love with Boris and they became engaged after a whirlwind long distance romance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then Boris arrived!!!&amp;nbsp; He brought Bjork so many presents, including a most beautiful necklace she will wear on the BIG WEDDING DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVIH9Qz351o/TnEyJB2nu2I/AAAAAAAAF0g/4HrdaBINR2o/s1600/baubles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVIH9Qz351o/TnEyJB2nu2I/AAAAAAAAF0g/4HrdaBINR2o/s320/baubles.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns_8fPCx3eI/TnEyItsNX7I/AAAAAAAAF0c/34ql4kThPzs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After photos were taken, they dined &lt;i&gt;al fresco &lt;/i&gt;on a lunch of fast food.&amp;nbsp; Bjork CAN cook but she was too excited and she know that most guys love hamburgers and fries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns_8fPCx3eI/TnEyItsNX7I/AAAAAAAAF0c/34ql4kThPzs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJY0qzEOnBY/TnEyLN7Cu8I/AAAAAAAAF0w/r47HS62bhqA/s1600/picnic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJY0qzEOnBY/TnEyLN7Cu8I/AAAAAAAAF0w/r47HS62bhqA/s320/picnic.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns_8fPCx3eI/TnEyItsNX7I/AAAAAAAAF0c/34ql4kThPzs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After lunch they went for a long walk in the herb garden. Boris looks so handsome in his kilt and sporran made by the talented Ms. Katharine of Scotland. His shirt was made Ms. Sandy of Kentucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; We think he is so nice!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns_8fPCx3eI/TnEyItsNX7I/AAAAAAAAF0c/34ql4kThPzs/s1600/001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns_8fPCx3eI/TnEyItsNX7I/AAAAAAAAF0c/34ql4kThPzs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZrttxoBrlg/TnEyKJScPrI/AAAAAAAAF0o/wnxfy1JFzzs/s1600/herb-garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZrttxoBrlg/TnEyKJScPrI/AAAAAAAAF0o/wnxfy1JFzzs/s320/herb-garden.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They are planning a wedding!&amp;nbsp; Maybe we will be able to attend!&amp;nbsp; Oh, it is so exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns_8fPCx3eI/TnEyItsNX7I/AAAAAAAAF0c/34ql4kThPzs/s1600/001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns_8fPCx3eI/TnEyItsNX7I/AAAAAAAAF0c/34ql4kThPzs/s320/001.JPG" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boris is staying in the doll room and getting to know so many new friends, especially the monkeys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kL4KtxcZFo/TnEyJfGMKgI/AAAAAAAAF0k/eBrM5Bafz-I/s1600/goodnight2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kL4KtxcZFo/TnEyJfGMKgI/AAAAAAAAF0k/eBrM5Bafz-I/s1600/goodnight2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kL4KtxcZFo/TnEyJfGMKgI/AAAAAAAAF0k/eBrM5Bafz-I/s320/goodnight2.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kL4KtxcZFo/TnEyJfGMKgI/AAAAAAAAF0k/eBrM5Bafz-I/s1600/goodnight2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, my! &amp;nbsp; Look at the time!&amp;nbsp; It's time to go to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miss you so much Martha! Say hello to Gramma and all the friends at your house!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Your BFF,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs and smooches, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-5254182363450687734?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5254182363450687734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=5254182363450687734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5254182363450687734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5254182363450687734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-martha-that-was-such-good-story-we.html' title='Dear Martha'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSR7sH7jNpg/TnEyKsL0oVI/AAAAAAAAF0s/9oDxkuf5bVA/s72-c/Letter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-3798975062165420671</id><published>2011-09-06T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:18:26.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Cristina'/><title type='text'>YESSIR That's MY BABY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TODAY IS THE DAY, SEPTEMBER 6TH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The FIRST- EVER BABY BEDBUG IS DUE TO BE BORN ANYTIME NOW!!!!&amp;nbsp; But Poor Dona Cristina Bedbug is having a difficult labor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Bork Bork” frowns the Swedish Chef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Back Labor,” says the Nurse shaking her head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yX0PfTAs0Zw/TmaLDcJ4caI/AAAAAAAAFzU/NbfOy_-AiHw/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yX0PfTAs0Zw/TmaLDcJ4caI/AAAAAAAAFzU/NbfOy_-AiHw/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finally after hours and hours of Dona Cristina moaning, and Beakman pacing, and the Nurse reading “Golf Digest” (They never have good magazines in the waiting Rooms!), and The Swedish Chef sharpening his poultry shears and shining his kitchen tongs.......... IAN GRAPES SHOUTS THE NEWS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“HE’S HERE!!!!! HE’S HERE!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; SOMEONE LET HIM IN!!!! OH OH, THAT’S ME!!!! I’ll GET THE DOOR!!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQsKLWpBrso/TmaLITSk-3I/AAAAAAAAFzY/L0v0JsVZNr0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQsKLWpBrso/TmaLITSk-3I/AAAAAAAAFzY/L0v0JsVZNr0/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OH OH OH.....AND IN HE WALKS- Tall and straight and PROUD.......................................THE STORK!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All eyes are on him and finally Dona Cristina bedbug and her worried husband, Beakman, can breathe a sigh of relief.&amp;nbsp; Smiles are on all the faces as THE STORK presents:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWnckFuHheQ/TmaLN5r997I/AAAAAAAAFzc/Typ0TpJy-MY/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWnckFuHheQ/TmaLN5r997I/AAAAAAAAFzc/Typ0TpJy-MY/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Sorry it took me so long, “squawks THE STORK!&amp;nbsp; “There was that Hurricane coming up the coast, and I had to stay in a hotel a couple of nights!&amp;nbsp; Well, if she meets your approval, I’m off...lots of more kids to deliver today!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OH YES YES!!!!! WE ADORE HER!” Beams Dona Cristina, “OH BEAKMAN, WE HAVE A LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“BABY! OUR BABY!” coos Beakman, “YES, Sir MR. STORK, thank-you so very much!&amp;nbsp; We love her!!!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Hi Mommy and Daddy!!!&amp;nbsp; I like you both too! But I’m so so so sleepy...can I go to bed?&amp;nbsp; I didn’t get a wink of sleep in that hotel room! And eating from the Snacks Machine wasn’t very tasty.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Of of course, Baby, but first you need to open a very special gift all the way from Scotland.” smiles Dona Cristina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Yes, Baby..it’s been waiting for you a long time and our dear friend, Katharine Huggett, knitted it by hand-from Shetland Wool!” nods Beakman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Oh BOY!!!!!&amp;nbsp; A PRESSIE!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpQS7KxOVfU/TmaLULstiVI/AAAAAAAAFzg/V4jAIb3brc0/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpQS7KxOVfU/TmaLULstiVI/AAAAAAAAFzg/V4jAIb3brc0/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“OH LOOK MOMMY AND DADDY!!! A BLANKIE!!!! MY VERY OWN AND IT’S SO SOFT!!!!&amp;nbsp; OH I LOVE IT!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; THANK-YOU, MISS KATHARINE!!!!!” Smiles Baby!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iII556Om6xY/TmaLbgeruyI/AAAAAAAAFzk/t0NWAh1nARk/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iII556Om6xY/TmaLbgeruyI/AAAAAAAAFzk/t0NWAh1nARk/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“And it’s a special pattern just for you, sweetheart!&amp;nbsp; Now you are all ready for a nice nap.&amp;nbsp; And Daddy and I will watch over you while you sleep.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“And when you wake up, we’ll have PIZZA TO CELEBRATE!!!!” laughs Beakman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Goodnight Mommy and Daddy...I’m so so happy to be home.....Yawn.......”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJkJhWeTq0o/TmaLijfO2JI/AAAAAAAAFzo/isdz73z4o3I/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJkJhWeTq0o/TmaLijfO2JI/AAAAAAAAFzo/isdz73z4o3I/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Goodnight Baby,” smile Dona Cristina and Beakman, “Sleep tight...don’t let the Bedbugs Bite....sshhhhhhhh...she’s already asleep...” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay...since Baby is asleep, we won’t be too loud..but now it’s time for the Bedbug Drawing. Both Jane and Martha wanted to draw names so Tante Helen and Gramma decided to give away TWO bedbugs..also in celebration of Baby’s Birth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jane is going first and she is surrounded by her friends to pick the FIRST WINNER!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-Htv0AdPYY/TmaL9M-ZlNI/AAAAAAAAFzw/u5PyHkMCuIU/s1600/cup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-Htv0AdPYY/TmaL9M-ZlNI/AAAAAAAAFzw/u5PyHkMCuIU/s320/cup.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND the WINNER IS................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;..........................................BETH!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lc5cKGK5Lug/TmaMO0It4WI/AAAAAAAAFz0/TIaXCbVk2e8/s1600/drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lc5cKGK5Lug/TmaMO0It4WI/AAAAAAAAFz0/TIaXCbVk2e8/s320/drawing.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations, BETH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here goes Martha....and she picks.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;......................HELEN P!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU08pDO3H7o/TmaLsHEne5I/AAAAAAAAFzs/GyYb6giaxiQ/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU08pDO3H7o/TmaLsHEne5I/AAAAAAAAFzs/GyYb6giaxiQ/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We want Beth and Helen to pick out the Bedbug they would like to receive..so looking at the final photo...from left to right we have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Billie (With the big green dots), Brahm, Bliss, Beamer.&amp;nbsp; And sitting on the table is Baker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ladies, please let us know your favorites and we will send them on to you!&amp;nbsp; Tante Helen will get your addresses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THANKS ALL!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs and smooches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8518550283721157500-3798975062165420671?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3798975062165420671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=3798975062165420671' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3798975062165420671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3798975062165420671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/09/yessir-thats-my-baby.html' title='YESSIR That&apos;s MY BABY!!!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yX0PfTAs0Zw/TmaLDcJ4caI/AAAAAAAAFzU/NbfOy_-AiHw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-9067739304036594260</id><published>2011-08-31T05:57:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T06:23:06.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack the Packrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Cristina'/><title type='text'>The End is Near...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SabCje3tXS8/Tl4JBpyCthI/AAAAAAAAFyg/_Ozpn8JB2pA/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blimey! Jack Yer PackRat ‘ere and O’im afraid there’s Brawling  out on the path ta Gramma’s ‘ouse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GET ‘ER, GET THAT WITCH!!! JAB WIF YER LEFT!!!!! GET ‘ER  DOWN!!! THAT’S IT, MATE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s Wilomeana Witch VS. The Big Bad Wolf!!!! My Money’s on  the WOLF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fact is, Valerie Vulture ‘as ‘ad about enuf, and she SWOOPS  down and picks up Ian Grapes loike ‘ees nothin’ but a After Dinner Sweet!!! But  she doesn’t plan ta eat ‘im....she’s all about rescuing the Bloke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsONjn-ngrU/Tl4FzD1oeoI/AAAAAAAAFxo/6ZWr8xAnRdg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsONjn-ngrU/Tl4FzD1oeoI/AAAAAAAAFxo/6ZWr8xAnRdg/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646957357530905218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But neither the Witch nor the Wolf cares anything about wot’s  ‘appening in the sky.  OH NO!! Oh NOT ‘ER NOSE!!!  NOT THAT!   EUUUU! You GONNA SWALLOW ‘ER WHOLE????!!!  NOT THE GLASSES TOO..OH Oi CAN’T  LOOK!  IT’S ALL TOO GRUESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“RAAAAOOOOLLLLLLL!!!You can open your eyes now,  Jack!!!!  NOM NOM!!! That Old Witch Wilomeana was more tender than she  looked. GGRRRRRRRRRR.....Ah, sure is nice to have a Belly Full!  Don’t you  think the glasses make me look more intelligent? HA HA...Now down the path to  meet Little Red Riding Hood..I still have room for Dessert! GROWLLLL!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAGJS3wP7R8/Tl4H3q_iNDI/AAAAAAAAFxw/0jQjnd9Z-2U/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAGJS3wP7R8/Tl4H3q_iNDI/AAAAAAAAFxw/0jQjnd9Z-2U/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646959635784152114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD!!!! Which Old Witch?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILOMEANA WITCH!!!! Now that the old Gal is Gone, strange things start  ‘appening! The Gingerbread Bedbugs are coming back ta Loife!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrRFusTOvu8/Tl4IDBxmEPI/AAAAAAAAFx4/ezG5AuhAlzo/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrRFusTOvu8/Tl4IDBxmEPI/AAAAAAAAFx4/ezG5AuhAlzo/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646959830878261490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And taike a look at Martha and ‘Enery D!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ Hey!!!! What’s going on? Where are you two carrying  me?  WHO ATE ALL THE CHEERIOS?” barks ‘Enery D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH HENRY D!!!!! YOU’RE OKAY!!!! Oh!! OH!!!! Mr. Twig and me  were so worried!!! You were under a Magic Spell..but now you’re Henry D. safe  and sound!!! Oh,  Come On....let’s go home!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urpbaFoMYF0/Tl4IQTtjMII/AAAAAAAAFyA/cA_JeR3u208/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urpbaFoMYF0/Tl4IQTtjMII/AAAAAAAAFyA/cA_JeR3u208/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646960059031433346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ‘OPPING down the path is Clara Kangaroo an Beakman Bedbug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they’re just in toime ta see the other Gingerbread cookies come back ta  loife!!!! But there...amongst the treats..is somethin’ Clara thought she would  never see again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79-hg9tq390/Tl4IbnVwVsI/AAAAAAAAFyI/JYdSB5GjvdM/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79-hg9tq390/Tl4IbnVwVsI/AAAAAAAAFyI/JYdSB5GjvdM/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646960253278901954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OH MY JOEY... MY JOEY!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE ALIVE!!!! OH MY  BABY!!!! I KNEW I WOULD FIND YOU!!!! I KNEW YOU WOULD COME BACK TO YOUR MAMA!!!!  LOOK AT HIM, BEAKMAN!!! THAT’S MY BABY.......JOEY!!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“NO, MAMA.....I’M JOSEPHINE. I’M YOUR LITTLE  GIRL!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH...MY BABY GIRL!!!!!  JOSEPHINE!!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An Just as Clara Kangaroo and Baby Josephine is ‘ugging and  cuddlin’.....out o’ the Sky comes Ian Grapes in a Luvely Sky  Balloon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HEY HO!!!!  MISTER BEAKMAN!!!!  I’VE ORDERS TO  BRING YOU HOME IMMEDIATELY, SIR!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJjtsqgHyHA/Tl4IqqUvgjI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/aJG2CBRMjBk/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJjtsqgHyHA/Tl4IqqUvgjI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/aJG2CBRMjBk/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646960511777997362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beakman Bedbug says goodbye ta ‘is good friend, Clara  Kangaroo, and ‘er  baby, Josephine, and climbs up the rope Ian Grapes  throws overboard.  ‘EE reaches the basket of the Balloon and everyone waves  GOODBYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyIqluZyuD0/Tl4I06uvnpI/AAAAAAAAFyY/dexzVrn0sD8/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyIqluZyuD0/Tl4I06uvnpI/AAAAAAAAFyY/dexzVrn0sD8/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646960687980715666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An Beakman arrives ‘ome ta greet ‘is ‘appy Wife, Dona Cristina  Bedbug!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH DARLING!!!! OH I WAS SO WORRIED!!!!” says Dona  Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ MY LOVE!!! BUT LOOK!!! YOU’VE BEEN ENHANCED!!!!  YOU  CAN HUG ME NOW!!!! OH I LOVE THEM!” laughs Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But that’s not all my dear.  WE are having a baby...very  soon!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH... I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!  OUR BABY???!!!!  The  very FIRST BABY BEDBUG!!!! I LOVE YOU, DEAREST!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SabCje3tXS8/Tl4JBpyCthI/AAAAAAAAFyg/_Ozpn8JB2pA/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SabCje3tXS8/Tl4JBpyCthI/AAAAAAAAFyg/_Ozpn8JB2pA/s400/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646960906769446418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhhh..so let’s leave our littl’ Lovebirds and give a CHEER  to All’s Well that Ends Well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An one final SURPRISE!!!!  Since it was Tante ‘Elen’s  Birthday in August and Gramma’s Birthday coming in September...Oi Tink it’s  about toime ta ‘ave another BEDBUG DRAWING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘ERE’S WOT YA GOTTA DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YA gotta leave a comment on THIS Martha and  Jane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Ya gotta say wot you reckon the Bedbug Baby will  be--BOY OR GAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘Ere at Martha and Jane, we KNOW Wot the baby’s gonna be, so  if ya guess roite and if ya leave a comment, ya get ta be in the Drawing.....on  September 6th (The day the Bedbug Baby is due!). An if ya WIN, ya get yer choice  o’ bedbug too!!!! GOOD LUCK ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love and smooches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-9067739304036594260?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9067739304036594260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=9067739304036594260' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/9067739304036594260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/9067739304036594260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsONjn-ngrU/Tl4FzD1oeoI/AAAAAAAAFxo/6ZWr8xAnRdg/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-7765255117275177943</id><published>2011-08-23T06:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T06:46:52.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack the Packrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Cristina'/><title type='text'>To Market, to Market, to buy a Side Dish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oy there..Jack The Packrat ‘ere!  Whoile “Enry D. was stewing nicely  in the bowl, Witch Wilomeana was Naffed at Valerie Vulture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ Don’ tell me you FORGOT to purchase some goodies to go with our Main  Course for the FEAST?  HOW COULD YOU????!!!!!!  We FINALLY have a  Grand meal planned and you FORGET the EXTRAS!!!!!  Just thinking of  yourself, as usual,  I suppose!” FUMED Wilomeana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I’m sorry...If you had a Treasure Box here for me..instead of making me  spend my own Allowance at the store, I might have remembered!” whined  Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH!!! SO it’s MY Fault, is it????!!!  Well, FINE!!!  You’re  coming with me!  Maybe next time you’ll remember.  You can carry all  the groceries!!!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBBEvBU5pJU/TlN_ZU1SuEI/AAAAAAAAFvo/cgGmRd3vYsk/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBBEvBU5pJU/TlN_ZU1SuEI/AAAAAAAAFvo/cgGmRd3vYsk/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643994831091054658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Just a second..let me go inside and get the card..it’s Senior Citizen day,  you know!  You get your 5 % Discount!” smiled Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH GOODIE!!!! That’s right!!! And don’t forget the 1,258 coupons!!! Maybe  the store will end up Owing ME Money!!!!!  HEHEHEHEH!!!”cackled  Wilomeana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Valerie ‘urried inside the cottage and spoke quickly and quietly to the  mari’nating ‘Enery D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen up, Dog Roast!  You better get while the getting’s  Good!!!  Otherwise your goose is going to be cooked!!! Can you HEAR ME?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOOOUUUHHHHHH...Goose??  But I want Fried Chicken!  Are YOU  Fried Chicken?  Come to me.....Crispy, tender, battered Fried Chicken!!!”  said “Enery D. in a sort of Goofy,  Dreamy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiupyQUnLpo/TlN_vtXgBjI/AAAAAAAAFvw/fol1er_pKnc/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiupyQUnLpo/TlN_vtXgBjI/AAAAAAAAFvw/fol1er_pKnc/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643995215634105906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“VALERIE!!!!! ARE WE GOING OR NOT???  I’M NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER OUT  HERE!!!” screamed Wilomeana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“YES YES!!!! I’M COMING!!!!     Dog.....  You  better Go!!! Wake Up!!! GO!!!!  Hrumph, well I tried.....” sighed  Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon as Witch Wilomeana and Valerie ‘eaded for the store, Martha and Mr.  Twig arrived on the scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“UUMMMMMMM...NUM NUM....Something smells yummy, Mr. Twig!! What could it  be?” asked Martha, “OOOOOO, More Charades! Okay..sounds like ‘Smoke’???   Ummmmm, ‘Steam’?    Uh, ‘Fog’???  Yes, I can see the fog  coming out the window!  Oh...SOUNDS like Fog...ummmmmm, LOG?    Bog? Cog? JOG? NOG? BLOG?  DOG?  OOOOO...DOG!!  DOG!!!! HENRY  D!!!! Smells like...HENRY D??????!!!!! OH OH HENRY D. IS COOKING????!!!!!! OH  OH NOOOOOOooooooOOOOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egi3_A_9EUs/TlOAP74Pz9I/AAAAAAAAFv4/tLMFJDMDRss/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egi3_A_9EUs/TlOAP74Pz9I/AAAAAAAAFv4/tLMFJDMDRss/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643995769285365714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Twig is Nodding ‘is ‘ead up and down and rubbing ‘is ‘ands  together!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh, we’ve GOT to get him OUT OF HERE!!!! HENRY D...WAKE UP!!!! WE’VE GOT  TO ESCAPE WHILE THE ESCAPING’S GOOD!!!!!  Oh it’s NO USE!!!! Henry D. is  under a BAD SPELL!!!!!!  HELP ME, Mr. TWIG!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha and Mr. Twig manage to find an ol cereal box and make a sort a  stretcher to carry the poor sleepin’ Pup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“WHEW!!! He’s heavy!!!  Let’s rest a sec, Mr. Twig!!! Puff...puff....  Henry D. needs to stop Eating so much!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Are we going to the MALL?” asks ‘Enry D. “Get me the triple order of extra  Crispy and 10 biscuits and double gravy!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CqgytTo6ho/TlOCBAzKu3I/AAAAAAAAFwA/sED0zG3cpco/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CqgytTo6ho/TlOCBAzKu3I/AAAAAAAAFwA/sED0zG3cpco/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643997711931456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Ian Grapes is on ‘is way to see Gramma and find out where o’ where is  Beakman Bedbug.  ‘EEE is staying on the path, loike Dona Cristina warned.  But ‘Ees tired now and decides to ‘ave ‘imself a lit’le Cat Nap.  UH OH,  Trouble comes in Threes, they say!  “Ere comes Witch Wilomeana and  Valerie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOUUUUUUUHHH, LOOKIE, VALERIE!!!!  What a Perfect Side Dish HE would  make for our Feast!” grins Wilomeana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HEY YOU!!!! BIG NOSE!!!!  That “Side DISH” Happens to be MINE!! I was  here FIRST!!!!” yells an un’appy Big Bad Wolf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ I can’t help it that you’re a SLOWPOKE!!!!  Step aside, FURBOY!  That’s MY SIDE DISH!” Scowls Witch Wilomeana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fOyrO3kYhY/TlOCT3BMCdI/AAAAAAAAFwI/fP81DnXTREo/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fOyrO3kYhY/TlOCT3BMCdI/AAAAAAAAFwI/fP81DnXTREo/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643998035723422162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fussing, Fighting, Arguing.....let’s check in on  Dona Cristina  Bedbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“BORK BORK...Bork Bork!!!!” smiles the Swedish Chef, holding up ‘is  sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh my...everything is happening so fast..oh I DO Wish Beakman was here!!!”  moons Dona Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpMRXx8rcQ8/TlOC4vWZ6UI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/e1pRyje9SOQ/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpMRXx8rcQ8/TlOC4vWZ6UI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/e1pRyje9SOQ/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643998669320087874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And look what came in the mail today, Madam!” says the Nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOOOHHHHHH.....Oh this is the Sweetest gift in the WORLD!!!! From  Katharine, in Scotland!!!! Oh look at the knitting needles and yarn!!!..and a  WRAPPED GIFT FOR THE BABY!!!! Oh, I’m Crying!!!! Oh SILLY ME!!!” smiles Dona  Cristina &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG5z9ZaNtbE/TlODECsMDeI/AAAAAAAAFwY/k7jt0I9xwsw/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG5z9ZaNtbE/TlODECsMDeI/AAAAAAAAFwY/k7jt0I9xwsw/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643998863490289122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK-YOU KATHARINE SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!  WE Had NO IDEA there existed  Knitting needles and lovely yarn for BEDBUGS!!! Thanks so much!!!  And a  BABY PRESSIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUUHHHHH...Dona Cristina will open it as the Birth  Date gets nearer!!!  OH! Everyone is SO EXCITED!!!!! Thank-you Dear Dear  Friend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8518550283721157500-7765255117275177943?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7765255117275177943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=7765255117275177943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/7765255117275177943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/7765255117275177943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-market-to-market-to-buy-side-dish.html' title='To Market, to Market, to buy a Side Dish?'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBBEvBU5pJU/TlN_ZU1SuEI/AAAAAAAAFvo/cgGmRd3vYsk/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-585328153718287611</id><published>2011-08-17T05:09:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T05:50:44.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Cristina'/><title type='text'>Forecasting...Trouble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Calibri'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy, poor Clara Kangaroo...she finally realized Beakman weren’t ‘er Joey  loike she thought ‘e was! If ya don’t know, it’s me, Jack the Packrat ‘ere,  taking ya back to wot’s ‘appening with the Kangaroo and the Bedbug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“Oh dear..I’ve been such a silly fool.   All those neighbors  laughed at me- thinking you were my Joey!  I’m so ashamed!” whimpered Clara  Kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“Oh nonsense!  It was a perfectly understandable mistake, Clara,” said  Beakman. “Besides the antenna, blue skin, pom pom feet, no tail, and woolie  wings, I look Exactly like a Joey!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; “Yes, you do, don’t you?” nodded Clara, “But now what? Oh Beakman, I want a  little baby Joey so badly!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-pOu9vu0MI/TkuFitCCfbI/AAAAAAAAFug/TMnG1aQYDZM/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-pOu9vu0MI/TkuFitCCfbI/AAAAAAAAFug/TMnG1aQYDZM/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641749789461872050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“But Clara, right now I need your help, PLEASE!  I have to get back to  my friends, and my Wife must be very worried. And I don’t remember the way back  to Martha and Henry D. because  I was in your pouch and couldn’t see very  well!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“Oh, Beakman, you don’t want to go back THERE!!!! It’s DANGEROUS!!!! I’m  afraid your friends were headed right for the cottage of Wilomeana Witch! She  traps children and either turns them into Gingerbread cookies or EATS THEM-  Buttons and ALL!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“OH OH!!! Then we’ve got to hurry!!!!  PLEASE!!!! I’ve GOT TO HELP MY  FRIENDS!!!! HOP, CLARA, HOP TO IT!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Clara didn’t waste any toime and gave a ‘uge Kangaroo Leap back towards the  Arkansas River!  On the way towards Wilomeana’s cottage, they ‘ad to stop  for just a minute ta see the FAMOUS “FORECASTING STONE”!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsSVp-ao-ew/TkuGdNLXpLI/AAAAAAAAFuo/v_b-DW4sp5U/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsSVp-ao-ew/TkuGdNLXpLI/AAAAAAAAFuo/v_b-DW4sp5U/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641750794523354290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, while Clara an Beakman were studying the famous Forecasting Stone,  Martha was questioning Mr. Twig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“But, Mr. Twig...I don’t understand why Gingerbread cookies are around the  cottage..and out in the grass?  Why aren’t they in the cookie jar?   And where did they all come from?  I’ve never seen cookies like that in the  grocery store...not even in the DOLLAR STORE!!!!!  They almost look like  REAL cookies that aren’t cookies!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mr. Twig shook ‘is ‘ead and motioned to Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; “What are you trying to tell me?  I don’t speak ‘Broom’!  And all  I can say in Spanish is, “La Cucaracha”! OH OH...are we gonna do  ‘Charades’????  OH goodie!!!! Okay....sounds like...ummmmm, PILLOW?   No, ummmmm, BILLOW?    WILLOW!!!!!!! OKAY!   WILLOW!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMsEilZKtmk/TkuGqehGBaI/AAAAAAAAFuw/XoYazUtBnHU/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMsEilZKtmk/TkuGqehGBaI/AAAAAAAAFuw/XoYazUtBnHU/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641751022516176290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“UUUUUUUUUUUU...SCARY?   Ummmmm...CREEPY?    UHHHHHHH......Angry?...mean?  GODZILLA?????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_e5RnuhRxjc/TkuG0xH52GI/AAAAAAAAFu4/79QJ5Be162A/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_e5RnuhRxjc/TkuG0xH52GI/AAAAAAAAFu4/79QJ5Be162A/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641751199309486178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEAN!!! THAT’S IT!!! MEAN!!!!  OH OH!!!!WILLOWMEANA!!!!! That’s who’s  doing this??????  WILLOWMEANA!!!!  OH NO!!! OH MR. TWIG!!! I’m  SCARED!!!!  And WHERE IS HENRY D?????”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;An, in the meantoime of the meantoime,  Dona Cristina Bedbug is  getting so big..she feels loike she’s going ta POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“Now, Swedish Chef...there’s one thing left to do before the baby comes. I  need to be...Enhanced...for the sake of my child! I want to know the best size  and shape..what is your Advice?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“Bork, Bork, bork bork BORK!”&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“The Famous Swedish Chef,” interprets the Nurse, “Thinks that the  enhancement needs to fit your small size and be soft and supple for the baby.  Therefore he thinks the medium size Wings will be the Best Choice!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;“Oh that’s what I had thought,” smiled Dona Cristina, “I can’t have a baby  without having wings to hold my child.  You must do the wing enhancement  tomorrow so I will be strong enough to use them by the time our baby is  born!  Braids are lovely but a Mother needs more than beautiful  braids...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RymuA-FKCZc/TkuHLcLcZPI/AAAAAAAAFvA/qP1Ubxp7dSA/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RymuA-FKCZc/TkuHLcLcZPI/AAAAAAAAFvA/qP1Ubxp7dSA/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641751588824179954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya moite recall Ian Grapes, the advisor and courier and friend and  Butler of Dona Crisitina,  is on ‘is way ta find Gramma and discover where  in the World is Beakman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; “I need to hurry to Gramma’s!!! Mr. Beakman must be found and told the news  of his BABY!” Let me remember...the Princess said to Stay on the Path!   Yes, that was her advice, Stay on the Path, Ian Grapes!  That is what she  said and that is what I’ll do!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5gHyJ1qp4s/TkuHbOAtUbI/AAAAAAAAFvI/Va5GBvLgQuU/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5gHyJ1qp4s/TkuHbOAtUbI/AAAAAAAAFvI/Va5GBvLgQuU/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641751859898962354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Clara Kangaroo carry Beakman to his friends on  time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Martha rescue Henry D. from the marinade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Dona  Cristina Bedbug be happy with her new wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the baby be a boy or a  girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Ian Grapes get eaten by a Wolf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we add yet ANOTHER  PLOT???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Join us NEXT TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-585328153718287611?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/585328153718287611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=585328153718287611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/585328153718287611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/585328153718287611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/08/forecastingtrouble.html' title='Forecasting...Trouble!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-pOu9vu0MI/TkuFitCCfbI/AAAAAAAAFug/TMnG1aQYDZM/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-2072915619349881587</id><published>2011-08-11T10:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:14:28.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>A note from Jane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYooVryqWts/TkPuDqnlu1I/AAAAAAAAFs4/RVPFgvf1AFg/s1600/MJ-story.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Martha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you so much for getting Gramma to start  a new story for us!  We cannot wait to see what happens next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so very hot here. Usually we are sitting upstairs under a table where it is cool and the shutter keeps out the sun. (We do not tan, but we do fade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjork, our resident bedbug, isn't here in this photo. I think she is outside on the deck taking a sunbath and talking to the squirrels and the birds at the feeder.  Hope they don't pick her up and carry her away!  But she says that blue bedbugs are not that tasty...though they make good soup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYooVryqWts/TkPuDqnlu1I/AAAAAAAAFs4/RVPFgvf1AFg/s1600/MJ-story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYooVryqWts/TkPuDqnlu1I/AAAAAAAAFs4/RVPFgvf1AFg/s400/MJ-story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639612905145350994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tante Helen says "bonjour."  She took this photo when she read us the latest part of your  latest story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frith is waving at Henry D.  He says he is homesick...maybe he will have to come an visit all of you soon.  Don't mention this to Tante Helen, but there is NEVER any fried chicken here and he is not fond of dry dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time to go!    All this writing has made me tired and hungry. Time  for tea... and little something... and a nap. Missing you...and remembering what fun we had last summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all send you hugs and smooches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your BFF,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send hugs and smooches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope that you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-2072915619349881587?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2072915619349881587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=2072915619349881587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2072915619349881587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2072915619349881587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/08/note-from-jane.html' title='A note from Jane...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYooVryqWts/TkPuDqnlu1I/AAAAAAAAFs4/RVPFgvf1AFg/s72-c/MJ-story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-6105373841784162678</id><published>2011-08-09T08:51:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:28:56.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valerie'/><title type='text'>The Bath Water is Hot as Soup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdTF1obXnGw/TkE1H68B06I/AAAAAAAAFsw/36iOovSZY14/s1600/047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OY, Readers!!! Jack the Packrat ‘ere.  Valerie Vulture is on ‘er way  to the store to pick out a Treat from the Treasure Box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Thiz  Izn’t Right,” Hisses Valerie Vulture, “Wilomeana ZayZ  I  dezerve a Treat from the Treazure Box, then I must fly here and use my 50 centz  to BUY my PRIZE! I found her two perfect Victimz, and thiZ is MY REWARD???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbX7hdbXLs/TkEzurlEMUI/AAAAAAAAFr4/F5dZwlCkWUM/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbX7hdbXLs/TkEzurlEMUI/AAAAAAAAFr4/F5dZwlCkWUM/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638845085509759298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Valerie gets back ‘ome and she’s Still complaining!  Just loike  a female, if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yez, Mr. Twig, thiz iz a very pretty necklaze but I must pay for it  myzelf! I need to have thingz Change around here!” fusses Valerie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0_OEMHnRB8/TkEz5P1DDBI/AAAAAAAAFsA/RmShFnLMJuI/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0_OEMHnRB8/TkEz5P1DDBI/AAAAAAAAFsA/RmShFnLMJuI/s400/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638845267039161362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the Meantoime, Witch Wilomeana  ‘elps ‘Enery D. into a large  bowl..for a BATH, she says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOoouuuuuhhh, this is nice! Do you have a Toy Boat I can play with..or a  rubber duckie?  And what’s the spoon for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh never you mind, young man, La la la...hum hum hum,” sings the Witch  happily. “I’ll stir the bath water and keep it nice and hot for you..and add a  bit of Soy Sauce and Garlic for the Marinade...OOPS, I mean some Bath Salts to  relax you!!!  HAHAHHAHAHHA, Silly Ol ME!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2UQdWo6grdQ/TkE0FIW_waI/AAAAAAAAFsI/3Ceujc5GGr0/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2UQdWo6grdQ/TkE0FIW_waI/AAAAAAAAFsI/3Ceujc5GGr0/s400/017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638845471192498594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Martha don’t ‘ave any idea wot is ‘appening with her Pal, ‘Enery  D.!!  Witch Wilomeana sent ‘er out to pick flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Gee wiz, I don’t see any flowers out here...just bushy, prickly  stuff!  Hey!! Hi there!!! You’re the Broom, right?  Wilomeana talked  about you...Mr. Twig?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Twig nods ‘is ‘ead but looks quoite upset! ‘E’s trying to tell Martha  something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVHRVvpPVgE/TkE0M7xXa8I/AAAAAAAAFsQ/mkJetHcCoww/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVHRVvpPVgE/TkE0M7xXa8I/AAAAAAAAFsQ/mkJetHcCoww/s400/020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638845605252393922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?  Okay...I’ll follow you..where we going?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha follows the broom off a ways through the trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“What are those, Mr. Twig? They look like more Gingerbread Bedbugs!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Twig shakes ‘is ‘ead NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh, I see...Uuuuooooooo..they’re not Bedbugs....look, one’s a  Gnome...here’s a Bear.  Hahahahaha, a Super Hero!!!  Oh but LOOK, a  BABY KANGAROO!!!! Why do I keep thinking about Kangaroos....and bedbugs?   Does Wilomeana eat bedbugs?  Oh I just CAN’T REMEMBER STUFF!!! But these  cookies are Gingerbread too!!! What does it mean, Mr. Twig?????!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv6niR3AD0I/TkE0s5_lH9I/AAAAAAAAFsY/CHr5GreF-GU/s1600/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv6niR3AD0I/TkE0s5_lH9I/AAAAAAAAFsY/CHr5GreF-GU/s400/030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638846154530955218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And back at ‘ome is Dona Cristina Bedbug, looking at the Ultrasound The  Swedish Chef is ‘olding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOHHHHHH!!!! That’s MY BABY!!!!  I CAN’T BELIEVE IT... do you know is  it a Boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hlZL2bWWQ6c/TkE00Ka6kqI/AAAAAAAAFsg/dubF1jK2ov8/s1600/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hlZL2bWWQ6c/TkE00Ka6kqI/AAAAAAAAFsg/dubF1jK2ov8/s400/031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638846279199658658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Bork Bork!” says the Chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“He has no clue as yet,” smiles the Nurse, “It will take a couple of more  weeks to tell. But the baby definitely looks Healthy!” (Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmcZDLsr00s/TkE0-Fo8zLI/AAAAAAAAFso/SagNvQ8W5_0/s1600/037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmcZDLsr00s/TkE0-Fo8zLI/AAAAAAAAFso/SagNvQ8W5_0/s400/037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638846449715039410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Grapes!” calls Dona Cristina, “Please..you MUST find Beakman!!!   I don’t know where he is but perhaps you could go to Gramma’s house and  see.  I believe he was there visiting Martha and Henry D.  Oh, PLEASE,  IAN GRAPES, PLEASE find my Husband!!! He MUST be told about the baby!  He  MUST COME HOME!!! I NEED HIM!!!! Take yourself a picnic basket with goodies to  Gramma’s and Stay On the Path!  FIND HIM, IAN!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yes, Princess!  I will find Master Beakman! You can count on me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdTF1obXnGw/TkE1H68B06I/AAAAAAAAFsw/36iOovSZY14/s1600/047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdTF1obXnGw/TkE1H68B06I/AAAAAAAAFsw/36iOovSZY14/s400/047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638846618640962466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8518550283721157500-6105373841784162678?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6105373841784162678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=6105373841784162678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6105373841784162678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6105373841784162678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/08/bath-water-is-hot-as-soup.html' title='The Bath Water is Hot as Soup!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbX7hdbXLs/TkEzurlEMUI/AAAAAAAAFr4/F5dZwlCkWUM/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-1038183918457859855</id><published>2011-08-01T15:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:03:31.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valerie.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack the Packrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona Cristina'/><title type='text'>The Test is Positive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QkW5dgInnMI/TjcEq5IpanI/AAAAAAAAFpE/Yua5kQ8U8Uo/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OY! Jack the Packrat ‘ere once again to continue wot was ‘appening while  Clara Kangaroo and Beakman were talking to the neighborhood gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I Zee them coming Witch Wilomeana.  They are headed Thiz way!” flaps  Valerie excitedly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOuuuuuuuHHHH, Girlfriend!!!  You have found a FEAST FOR US!!!!! They  look Scrumptious!” smiles the Witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QkW5dgInnMI/TjcEq5IpanI/AAAAAAAAFpE/Yua5kQ8U8Uo/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QkW5dgInnMI/TjcEq5IpanI/AAAAAAAAFpE/Yua5kQ8U8Uo/s400/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635978593615571570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“THE COTTAGE, Martha!!! We’re FINALLY HERE! Snif...snif..... I SMELL  HAMBURGERS!” Winds Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Henry D. Look at this...it’s very strange...a row of Gingerbread  Bedbugs!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSEJn4sOGEY/TjcEzGm6p0I/AAAAAAAAFpM/jpGIUEGns-Q/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSEJn4sOGEY/TjcEzGm6p0I/AAAAAAAAFpM/jpGIUEGns-Q/s400/019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635978734671144770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Nibble nibble like two Mice....Welcome, children, you’re quite Nice!”  sings Witch Wilomeana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“We’ve got Hamburgerz and Chocolatezzzz.....” Coos Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH BOY!!! I’M STARVED!!! THIS LOOKS GREAT!!!  If you don’t want all  of yours, I can help you out, Martha!!!!” says Henry D. wolfing down his HUGE  Burger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“That’s so funny...I was going to ask you about a friend of ours..and  something about a kangaroo,” puzzles Martha, “But I’ve forgotten what.  Oh  this is very delicious!  Thank-you, Ma’am,” smiles Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0sioUokXvQ/TjcFVGOstHI/AAAAAAAAFpU/twjXeNgv6QA/s1600/034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0sioUokXvQ/TjcFVGOstHI/AAAAAAAAFpU/twjXeNgv6QA/s400/034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635979318685119602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just call me Wilomeana, dear.  Valerie said we had company on the  way, and I Knew you would be hungry!!  There’s more if you want it..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Don’t hafta ask me twice!!! You can call me anything but don’t call me  Late For Dinner!” Barks Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But while Martha and ‘enry D. are eating, wot they think is tasty food,  someone outside the cottage is “ORRIFIED by wot they are REALLY Eating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hlFLDeZ_vk/TjcFhS1EBYI/AAAAAAAAFpc/73NGrnknYP0/s1600/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hlFLDeZ_vk/TjcFhS1EBYI/AAAAAAAAFpc/73NGrnknYP0/s400/039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635979528225686914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meantoime, Dona Cristina Bedbug ‘as No Idea the whereabouts a ‘er ‘usband,  Beakman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Princess..there is a courier outside the front door who has brought this  item and needs a COD Payment of "$50!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“WHAT IN THE WORLD?!!!! OH This IS THE FINAL STRAW!!!!  ANOTHER  ‘BJORK’ PINUP MY HUSBAND BOUGHT ON LINE!!!!” Tut Tuts Dona Cristina  Bedbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And there are strict instructions this is to be displayed on the wall for  Immediate Enjoyment and Appreciation!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“FINE FINE!!!!  I am in NO MOOD to argue!!!  Oh wait till that  Husband of mine gets home!!!  He will have some Explaining to do! You  better believe it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kItIeD7TKFA/TjcFqTAiGFI/AAAAAAAAFpk/glu_bdgzNEM/s1600/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kItIeD7TKFA/TjcFqTAiGFI/AAAAAAAAFpk/glu_bdgzNEM/s400/041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635979682892617810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And madam, before I leave to pay the courier, the Doctor and Nurse are  waiting to come in...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Alright, you may send in Dr. Kildare...I’m sure my blood pressure is high  after that PINUP Surprise!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh no, Princess...we thought you deserved only  the Best, the Finest, The Most World-Renown Persona to be YOUR PERSONAL  PHYSICIAN!  So, we have sent for..............................The Swedish  Chef!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“THE WHAT?” Yells Dona Cristina!!!! “Oh this is just a BAD DAY gone  Worse!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Here he is, Madam, your, Ahem, Doctor!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“BORK BORK!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“NO! I AM NOT BJORK!!!! IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY??!!!” fumes Dona  Cristina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4lpUMe46ho/TjcF2c1esdI/AAAAAAAAFps/NuF7b62xETs/s1600/045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4lpUMe46ho/TjcF2c1esdI/AAAAAAAAFps/NuF7b62xETs/s400/045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635979891689042386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No, Ma’am...he is speaking Swedish.  He wants to know if you are  ill?” says the Nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE!! He is supposed to be the Doctor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Bork!!! BORK!!!” announces the Swedish Chef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Now what does he say?” asks Dona Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“He says, BABY BABY!!!  You are going to have a baby!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--otuxZCLCyg/TjcF_l6GMdI/AAAAAAAAFp0/PEO4mfhmVoQ/s1600/052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--otuxZCLCyg/TjcF_l6GMdI/AAAAAAAAFp0/PEO4mfhmVoQ/s400/052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635980048743150034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Positive!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QkW5dgInnMI/TjcEq5IpanI/AAAAAAAAFpE/Yua5kQ8U8Uo/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-302960083113303633</id><published>2011-07-25T09:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:16:55.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><title type='text'>We have a winner!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPH2TjyyDLw"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sPH2TjyyDLw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandrine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Marta and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8518550283721157500-302960083113303633?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/302960083113303633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=302960083113303633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/302960083113303633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/302960083113303633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-have-winner.html' title='We have a winner!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sPH2TjyyDLw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-6375912606532472135</id><published>2011-07-19T17:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:24:56.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack the Packrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><title type='text'>Clara Kangaroo shows off her new Joey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqTYkDcdlkk/TiYAynT27nI/AAAAAAAAFnE/Yi8apBhznnA/s1600/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PO01yh2ZZw/TiX2Zw-UnII/AAAAAAAAFmc/ThEof5IBHRI/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Calibri';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jack The Packrat ‘ere.....Back to our Story now mates!  As you moight  remember,  Martha and ‘Enery D. are making their way to the Cottage in the  Woods. The Old Gal, wot lives inside the cottage, is studying ‘er Magic Book!  You moight a guessed..she’s no lady, she’s a roight Nasty WICKED WITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOouuuhhhh, HAHAHAHHAHAHHA!!  OUu look at THAT ONE!!!   OOOuuuuuuu, maybe I’ll transform Valerie into one of these creatures- just for  FUN!!!!  Oh These are WONDERFUL!!!!!  Won’t she be Tickled to become a  Bonnet- Wearing CROWGIRL!!!!!! Or maybe a Clownheaded Stripey Knickered  Wolf!!!!” giggles Wilomeana Witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PO01yh2ZZw/TiX2Zw-UnII/AAAAAAAAFmc/ThEof5IBHRI/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PO01yh2ZZw/TiX2Zw-UnII/AAAAAAAAFmc/ThEof5IBHRI/s400/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631177831600135298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Excuzzzzeeee, Me, Madam.  I have NEWZZZZZZZZ!” hisses Valerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And  just Where did YOU come from? You’re Supposed to be in the Forest   finding VICTIMS!!! Can’t you see you’re Interrupting my Studies?” Scowls   Wilomeana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcP0SBUjyVQ/TiX3nrx8fhI/AAAAAAAAFmk/uNnf-W9pxBM/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcP0SBUjyVQ/TiX3nrx8fhI/AAAAAAAAFmk/uNnf-W9pxBM/s400/020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631179170235842066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Fine..fine..I won’t tell you then about the Two tazzty Morzzzels  heading  Thizzzzz way!” sneers Valerie...picking a tick off her wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Well WHY didn’t you Zay Zo – Oh you’ve got ME DOING IT NOW!!!  Why  didn’t you SAY SO in the first place?!!! On the scale???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“On the Zzcale..the girl izzz a Five,  and the boy izzzz a  Zix........very promizing..he likezzzzz to eat...I can tell!!!!!”  hizzes....HISSES Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OOOOUUUHHHHHH GOODIE!!!! It’s been SO LONG since we’ve had GOOD  MEAT!!!  I am SO TIRED of those Vienna Sausages!!!  If I never see  another can of Vienna Sausage, I would be Delighted!!!  Bring them here and  then you may pick something from the Treasure Box.” smirks Wilomeana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Thank- Youzzzzzz, Madam!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, while the Vulture goes out to lead poor Martha and ‘Enery D. to their  DOOM, Beakman is ‘aving ‘is own troubles wif that there Kangaroo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“BUT LADY!!! I am NOT YOUR BABY!!!!” yells Beakman!!! “I am a BEDBUG!!!  Look, see...I’ve got antenna and wings and long feet with pom poms!!!  I’m  a BEDBUG!!!! I’ve gotta get back to my Friends!!!! They’re worried... and I’M  MARRIED TOO!!! MY WIFE must be GOING CRAZY!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nd8dBW4PJJM/TiX32_okpgI/AAAAAAAAFms/8e0uU0FdbuM/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nd8dBW4PJJM/TiX32_okpgI/AAAAAAAAFms/8e0uU0FdbuM/s400/023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631179433263277570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“BUT LADEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” Yells Beakman!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“SSHHHHHH, Now dear.  Here come the neighbors!!!! OH IT’S MAXINE,  SHIRLEY and her little Nicholas!!!!!  OH I CAN FINALLY SHOW THEM I HAVE A  JOEY!!! AT LAST AT LAST!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Uh oh”...whispers Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“MAXINE!!!!  SHIRLEY!!!!!! LOOK LOOK, GIRLS!!!  LOOK AT MY  ADORABLE BABY JOEY!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uU6aLgOxo70/TiX4DYwgGNI/AAAAAAAAFm0/aRttxPolgyE/s1600/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uU6aLgOxo70/TiX4DYwgGNI/AAAAAAAAFm0/aRttxPolgyE/s400/027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631179646165850322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“WHAT IN THE?” SHRIEKS MAXINE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH MY...THAT IS A WHAT?  WHAT IS THAT HORRIBLE CREATURE YOU HAVE  ALLOWED IN YOUR POCKET?  EWWWWWW...IT"’S A BUG!!! SOME SORT OF NASTY  BUG!!!! NICHOLAS!!!STAY AWAY FROM THAT DISGUSTING THING!!! YOU MIGHT GET A  RASH!!!  DOES IT BITE?”  grimaces Shirley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"HAHAHAHHAHA!!!! OH CLARA HAS A BABY BUG!!!  OH THIS IS  PRICELESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHH....CLARA, MY DEAR, YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE  US LAUGH!!!!” cackles Maxine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAA!!!!  OH YOU’RE RIGHT, MAXINE!!!  CLARA, YOU  ARE SUCH A LOSER!!!!  FACE IT!!! SOME KANGAROOS ARE JUST NOT CUT OUT FOR  MOTHERHOOD!! YOU TAKE YOUR GOOEY LITTLE BUG AND HAVE FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!!! OH I CAN’T STAND IT!!!!!” laughs Shirley  hysterically!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlYidbEdu44/TiYAdMnz1bI/AAAAAAAAFm8/Snqu0PVRNpM/s1600/035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlYidbEdu44/TiYAdMnz1bI/AAAAAAAAFm8/Snqu0PVRNpM/s400/035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631188885677790642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I’m sorry, Clara.....I tried to tell you...” says Beakman, tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Crickey!!!  Maybe things will go better for the poor Miss Clara  next Toime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And speaking O next toime....we’ve got a Special Announcement for all you  READERS!!!!  We are ‘aving another BEDBUG GIVEAWAY!!!  That’s  ROIGHT!!! Our Illustrious MAKER, Valerie Weberpal- no relation to Valerie  Vulture, just completed another AMAZING, COLORFUL, ITCHING-FOR-NEW-HOMES BATCH O  Bedbugs!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Ere’s their photo....and their Names, from left ta  roight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqTYkDcdlkk/TiYAynT27nI/AAAAAAAAFnE/Yi8apBhznnA/s1600/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqTYkDcdlkk/TiYAynT27nI/AAAAAAAAFnE/Yi8apBhznnA/s400/042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631189253619117682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Baker”, “Blip”, “Bliss”, “Billie”, “Beamer”, and  “Brahm”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All ya got to do, ta be in the Giveaway, is ta leave a COMMENT on THIS  Martha and Jane Episode!  Then we’ll ‘ave the Drawing next week- in the  next episode!!!   You’ll get ta choose which bedbug you would  loike!!!  GOOD LUCK ALL and DON’T FORGET TA Comment!!!! See Ya next  Toime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hugs and Smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-6375912606532472135?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6375912606532472135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=6375912606532472135' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6375912606532472135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6375912606532472135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/clara-kangaroo-shows-off-her-new-joey.html' title='Clara Kangaroo shows off her new Joey!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PO01yh2ZZw/TiX2Zw-UnII/AAAAAAAAFmc/ThEof5IBHRI/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-257771577159888412</id><published>2011-07-11T05:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:05:40.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caruthers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack the Packrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>Crossing the River and Through the Woods....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hey wait a minute!” barks Henry D. “I think this is the Arkansas  River!!!!  How do we cross to get to the cottage?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jL4XbZKyN5Y/ThrHjdzMscI/AAAAAAAAFjM/cUGMWRDCYJM/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jL4XbZKyN5Y/ThrHjdzMscI/AAAAAAAAFjM/cUGMWRDCYJM/s400/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628030096461574594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“  ’ELLO ‘ELLO!!!! Oi’m Daft Duck!!”  quacks a little duck,  swimming up to the Travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“CHICKEN!!!!!!  YUM!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“He’s a DUCK, not a chicken!!!!  Calm down, Henry D!!!” Martha shakes  her head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oi can take you blokes across the River! Climb aboard me wee yellow  back!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0bBguzjjL4/ThrHyiqzPZI/AAAAAAAAFjU/JVDFRURYFZc/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0bBguzjjL4/ThrHyiqzPZI/AAAAAAAAFjU/JVDFRURYFZc/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628030355466567058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gee, thanks, Daft Duck....I think we better go one at a time.    Ummmmmm, Henry D....” Martha whispers, “Do you think Daft Duck will be able to  carry us....he’s so little and we’re so big...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oi ‘eard you...Not to Worry, Mates! Oi’ve done it many times before...even  blokes larger than yourselves!”quacked Daft Duck reassuringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Okay..here goes!!!!” Chuffed Henry D. “ I hope I don’t fall in...that  would be worse than when Gramma makes me take a BATH!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzB_v1KpvF8/ThrIExvbIWI/AAAAAAAAFjc/STcF8M8MPb0/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzB_v1KpvF8/ThrIExvbIWI/AAAAAAAAFjc/STcF8M8MPb0/s400/021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628030668750135650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OH HENRY!!! YOU LOOK LIKE A TIGHTROPE WALKER!!!!   OUUUUUUUUU!!!!!  WATCH OUT!!!!!  WHEW, YOU MADE IT!!!!  MY TURN  NEXT!!!” yells Martha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Beakman, do you want me to hold you and we can cross together?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No, that’s okay.  I’m the smallest...and it looks sort of Fun!”  smiles Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OKAY, BEAKMAN!!! MARTHA AND I MADE IT!!!  YOUR TURN WITH DAFT  DUCK!!!” Yells Henry D. across the River &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arULYCHCVQ8/ThrIUat60_I/AAAAAAAAFjk/XFD_M-G3vsI/s1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arULYCHCVQ8/ThrIUat60_I/AAAAAAAAFjk/XFD_M-G3vsI/s400/026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628030937447715826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OY!!!!  Oh MOI GOODNESS, DEAR READERS!!!  JUST THEN, OUT ‘O  NOWHERES, BEAKMAN IS SNATCHED UP BY A ‘OPPING KANGAROO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“BEAKMAN!!!!!!!  WHAT IS HAPPENING??????!!!!!!  LET GO OF OUR  BEDBUG FRIEND, YOU.... YOU....OH YOU MARSUPIAL!!!!!” SCREAMS MARTHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“It’s Joey!!! My little Joey!!!  I’ve looked and looked for a wee Joey  for ages, and now I’ve found you!!!! Oh my little Baby!!! My little Lovebug!!!!”  coos the Kangaroo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsNSg7Gcmvg/ThrIpEO87hI/AAAAAAAAFjs/fyEJuFofBIQ/s1600/036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsNSg7Gcmvg/ThrIpEO87hI/AAAAAAAAFjs/fyEJuFofBIQ/s400/036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628031292189502994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Goodness, Martha and ‘Enery D. didn’t know WOT Ta Think about a Kangaroo  hopping away with Their Buddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH DEAR OH DEAR!!!! What do we do now??!!!  Oh Henry D...Beakman is  BUGNAPPED!!!!” whimpers Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I don’t know what we can do right now.  We’re way over here and  there’s no way we can catch up with a jumping Kangaroo!!! Maybe we can get help  from someone in that cottage!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh, if only Beakman had his Cell Phone!!!  Oh my..now what?   What is this?” asks Martha, startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HIYA!  I’m Valerie!!!  I am here to officially Escort you to the  cottage of my Famous Mistress!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Chicken?” drooled Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No, she’s a Parrot, Henry D.  I’ve heard they’re friendly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh Yez...YEZ...I’m very friendly!” smiled Valerie, “I’m going to take you  to join in a delicious meal.  We’ve been waiting for you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8P2ThnTns/ThrI0pnruLI/AAAAAAAAFj0/HtfTXIpm6Ss/s1600/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8P2ThnTns/ThrI0pnruLI/AAAAAAAAFj0/HtfTXIpm6Ss/s400/042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628031491203905714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH BOY!!! NOW you’re talking my language, Valerie!!!” Grins Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Follow me, Kids!!!  Just through the woods here and straightaway to  the Cottage for the Best meal you have EVER played a part in!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jDVPFsvMmA/ThrJLf4s97I/AAAAAAAAFj8/us3ILAlg9JU/s1600/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jDVPFsvMmA/ThrJLf4s97I/AAAAAAAAFj8/us3ILAlg9JU/s400/053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628031883727927218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH NO!!!!  OI’VE got Me Suspicions, Dear Readers!!!  And as far  as Oi know, that ain’t any Parrot wot Oi’ve Ever Seen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come back next week for our Continuing Story!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(The Kangaroo is inspired by my Grandson, Oliver, who Adores  Kangaroos!!!  Just for YOU, Oliver!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-257771577159888412?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/257771577159888412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=257771577159888412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/257771577159888412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/257771577159888412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/crossing-river-and-through-woods.html' title='Crossing the River and Through the Woods....'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jL4XbZKyN5Y/ThrHjdzMscI/AAAAAAAAFjM/cUGMWRDCYJM/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-6169407907235781038</id><published>2011-07-04T06:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T06:25:21.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack the Packrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><title type='text'>For Jane: Once Upon A Time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OY!  It’s me...Your Favorite Packrat, Jack!!! O’iv been told Oi need  ta tell a Story for our Best Gal in Connecticut, Miss Jane! Lemme look in me  RatBag and see wot Oi moite ‘ave......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iLWf_OO7qU/ThGRiH_uKQI/AAAAAAAAFgk/f5QYMjVQoLE/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iLWf_OO7qU/ThGRiH_uKQI/AAAAAAAAFgk/f5QYMjVQoLE/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625437425010354434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah..one of me all toime favorite tails.....Alright, Janie, you ready Moi  dear...all cozy an comfy, are ye?  ‘Ere we go, moi sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie63VbyfmKU/ThGSvzq7WZI/AAAAAAAAFgs/f67QP9L_KAA/s1600/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie63VbyfmKU/ThGSvzq7WZI/AAAAAAAAFgs/f67QP9L_KAA/s400/038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625438759584225682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONCE UPON A TOIME, Miss Martha, ‘Enery D, and Beakman decided to take  themselves a Walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Remind me again just WHY we are taking a Walk in the 98 degree heat, 110 %  humidity and Heat index of 123????” growled Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Because Gramma said we need some fresh air and she needs 5 minutes Peace!”  grumped Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I know Bedbugs don’t sweat, but it sure is hot out here.  HEY!   Here’s a Path!  Let’s follow it” suggested Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPFSZRkXeH0/ThGS_BNOUCI/AAAAAAAAFg0/LLLqfHzLWD4/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPFSZRkXeH0/ThGS_BNOUCI/AAAAAAAAFg0/LLLqfHzLWD4/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625439020915773474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“WOW!! LOOK...BREADCRUMBS!!!  OuuuuuHHHHHH! A SNACK!” shouted Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-249EEslHZ84/ThGTJ8FR71I/AAAAAAAAFg8/CrJRQwA4Yis/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-249EEslHZ84/ThGTJ8FR71I/AAAAAAAAFg8/CrJRQwA4Yis/s400/007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625439208518840146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder who dropped those breadcrumbs...this reminds me of a Story.”  puzzled Martha, “OH OH...a Little WISHING WELL!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“See...aren’t you glad I followed the bread crumbs...now you can make a  Wish!” smiled Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yeah, well I wish you would stop eating those yucky moldy bread  crumbs.....But WAIT!  That’s not my REAL Wish!  Hmmmmmmmm, what should  I wish?” said Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“It’s deeper than it looks,” said Beakman, “And there’s an Echo!   Hello......Hello....Hello....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j65O--8GIdA/ThGTWv9EoKI/AAAAAAAAFhE/-PhbeKj92_o/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j65O--8GIdA/ThGTWv9EoKI/AAAAAAAAFhE/-PhbeKj92_o/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625439428601487522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s press on, “Barked Henry D.  “Maybe we’ll find more chow...I’m  STILL Hungry!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HAHA! So what else is new?” laughed Martha, “OH,Henry D........Beakman,  LOOK THERE!! It’s a strange cottage in the woods!  I’ve never seen THAT  cottage before!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“MMMMMMMMMMM!!! I bet you 10 cents that’s a Fast Food Chicken Joint!! I  SMELL FRIED CHICKEN!!!!” drooled Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And I’m Sure I smell fresh baked Scones,” grinned Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I smell Hershey Bar!” sniffed Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzJa0LGtcI4/ThGThKjqP7I/AAAAAAAAFhM/oXcICGN1e4s/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzJa0LGtcI4/ThGThKjqP7I/AAAAAAAAFhM/oXcICGN1e4s/s400/020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625439607541350322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for meself, Oi smell TROUBLE!!!  Come back next week, Mates, and  we’ll see wot ‘appens to the three Travelers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8518550283721157500-6169407907235781038?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6169407907235781038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=6169407907235781038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6169407907235781038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6169407907235781038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-jane-once-upon-time.html' title='For Jane: Once Upon A Time....'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iLWf_OO7qU/ThGRiH_uKQI/AAAAAAAAFgk/f5QYMjVQoLE/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-1937921425249881597</id><published>2011-07-01T16:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:10:13.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><title type='text'>Dear Martha...tell us a story...please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoTSNV2Bnl0/Tg40jyRpSlI/AAAAAAAAFgM/Mzx8G_fM3Ck/s1600/Hanna-Fence-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Martha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?  Remember last summer when I visited you?  We had such a good time!  I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting bored around here. Tante Helen is playing with a bedbug all the time.We don't see her very much anymore.  That bedbug has her own condo and she  is always getting dressed up.  Geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something really exciting did happen!  We didn't see Daphne and Jacques around for a few days....you know why?  THEY ELOPED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q_d8MvF0ps/Tg4wf3f6f_I/AAAAAAAAFgE/z_dSvcXKywc/s1600/couple-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q_d8MvF0ps/Tg4wf3f6f_I/AAAAAAAAFgE/z_dSvcXKywc/s400/couple-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624486308664213490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their formal wedding picture...they are dotty in more ways than one if you ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna has not been out to see Belties this summer...and we are all getting BORED here!! Remember Hannah last summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoTSNV2Bnl0/Tg40jyRpSlI/AAAAAAAAFgM/Mzx8G_fM3Ck/s1600/Hanna-Fence-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoTSNV2Bnl0/Tg40jyRpSlI/AAAAAAAAFgM/Mzx8G_fM3Ck/s400/Hanna-Fence-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624490774028175954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember the 4th of July??? We had so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlgTMXk_M8E/Tg41zrupYcI/AAAAAAAAFgU/_vxBW9Tth4I/s1600/M-and-J--July-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlgTMXk_M8E/Tg41zrupYcI/AAAAAAAAFgU/_vxBW9Tth4I/s400/M-and-J--July-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624492146660303298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you tell us a story?  Pretty please?   With whipped cream on top?  And hot fudge sauce, too??  You always have exciting stuff happening at Gramma's!!   There must be something going on there...more exciting than here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Gramma I miss her. (I would love  to go to Krogering but they don't have them here!) Waving to Henry D.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy 4th of  July!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlgTMXk_M8E/Tg41zrupYcI/AAAAAAAAFgU/_vxBW9Tth4I/s1600/M-and-J--July-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8518550283721157500-1937921425249881597?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1937921425249881597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=1937921425249881597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/1937921425249881597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/1937921425249881597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-marthatell-us-storyplease.html' title='Dear Martha...tell us a story...please?'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q_d8MvF0ps/Tg4wf3f6f_I/AAAAAAAAFgE/z_dSvcXKywc/s72-c/couple-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-3767756088214989247</id><published>2011-06-26T17:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:09:17.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>A Job Well Done!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come take a Peek at the HUGE PARTY going on at Alice’s Tea Room!!! There is  a big Celebration honoring Officer Harney and the Apple Brothers for their  Bravery and Cunning in catching the Notorious Jacques Ze Crook!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Pridy  Plum is even serving famous Battenburg cakes (All the way from Corner Cottage,  England!) in honor of the occasion! As you might notice, Officer Harney and  Alice have eyes for no one in the room except one another..but that will be  another story for another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj80fwC8tdc/TgesMrFz05I/AAAAAAAAFek/WSNMTxkIGB4/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj80fwC8tdc/TgesMrFz05I/AAAAAAAAFek/WSNMTxkIGB4/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651993520853906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH NO, OH NO, OH DEAR!!!!  OH GEE WHIZ!! This is TERRIBLE!!!!” says  Martha to herself as she reads WHO has arrived at poor, unknowing, innocent,  cotton brained Jane’s home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “OH JANIE!!! Little do you know what mean,  BAD BAD Rats you have in your Nice HOUSE!!! OH BE CAREFUL!!! Hide Tante Helen’s  Jewels!!!!! Hide Your Ruby Slippers!!!!  Hide Bjork’s Designer Sun  Glasses!!!! And for Goodness Sake, Hide the CHEESE!!!!” types an anxious Martha  to her best friend, Jane!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOE895IozZ8/TgesXlXwg0I/AAAAAAAAFes/ukcDCiIgL1E/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOE895IozZ8/TgesXlXwg0I/AAAAAAAAFes/ukcDCiIgL1E/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622652180964082498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, Dear Readers...don’t give up hope...don’t go back to bed and pull the  covers over your head......don’t cancel your trip to Savers to purchase that  vintage Hawaiian shirt for your trip to Disneyland just because you are nervous  and full of fear and bummed out...THERE IS GOOD, HAPPY NEWS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES...Belini The BEDBUG has found a NEW HOME!!!  An Amazing Adventure  of a Home Far Far Away and Once Upon A Time!!!! IN the LAND of&lt;a href="http://beckybus.se/wordpress/"&gt; Vintage Fairy  Tales &lt;/a&gt;with the Most beautiful Rebecca and her Knight, The Skating  Monkey!!!  CONGRATULATIONS, REBECCA!!! Belini will be flying to you  soon!!!!  Send me your address my dearest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWgBJd56OcM/TgestoZDK8I/AAAAAAAAFe0/G1kCpsNUtcQ/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWgBJd56OcM/TgestoZDK8I/AAAAAAAAFe0/G1kCpsNUtcQ/s400/015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622652559731928002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come back next week...&lt;br /&gt;who knows WHAT will Happen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &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/8518550283721157500-3767756088214989247?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3767756088214989247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=3767756088214989247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3767756088214989247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3767756088214989247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/job-well-done.html' title='A Job Well Done!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj80fwC8tdc/TgesMrFz05I/AAAAAAAAFek/WSNMTxkIGB4/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-7187922105491527418</id><published>2011-06-18T15:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:45:46.769-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><title type='text'>Priority Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Martha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out for most of the day...and when we came home there was a package waiting addressed to Tante Helen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened it and there were two MICE sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEc087iy4eY/Tf0KdS00ksI/AAAAAAAAFdM/kH_Mk57NAK0/s1600/mice-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEc087iy4eY/Tf0KdS00ksI/AAAAAAAAFdM/kH_Mk57NAK0/s400/mice-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619659408414118594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They yawned and stretched and looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6quD-YC-Mo/Tf0KdIRU9KI/AAAAAAAAFdE/ZLCoJX6FBFQ/s1600/mice-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6quD-YC-Mo/Tf0KdIRU9KI/AAAAAAAAFdE/ZLCoJX6FBFQ/s400/mice-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619659405580891298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWLfvevLmJ8/Tf0Kc-S7OzI/AAAAAAAAFc8/8VIOacoKTy8/s1600/Mice-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWLfvevLmJ8/Tf0Kc-S7OzI/AAAAAAAAFc8/8VIOacoKTy8/s400/Mice-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619659402903239474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The girl started climbing out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqSvbD7OvF8/Tf0Kcbk0AjI/AAAAAAAAFc0/fWD4s8XgLjc/s1600/Mice-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqSvbD7OvF8/Tf0Kcbk0AjI/AAAAAAAAFc0/fWD4s8XgLjc/s400/Mice-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619659393583022642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now they are here at the computer and we are all writing to you.  They say  they are famous actors  and the STARS of a story  at Gramma's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKqBHqg9Nyo/Tf0KcFx9fqI/AAAAAAAAFcs/FzSlko3-7SE/s1600/Mice-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKqBHqg9Nyo/Tf0KcFx9fqI/AAAAAAAAFcs/FzSlko3-7SE/s400/Mice-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619659387732590242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjork and I think that they are really Daphne and Jacques.  Tante Helen thinks they are really CUTE and will be happy here, but we are not sure.   Are they actors... or trouble makers?  I know one thing...we are going to keep an eye on them.  For now they seem busy enough worming their way into Tante Helen's heart. ( They know she has a soft spot for mice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have heard that Gramma is not feeling well. Please tell her to feel better soon.  Tante Helen says thank you for sending us these new visitors.  We have not decided whether or say thank you or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is true they are allowed wine and cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner?  We do not think so!  They keep saying, "how did we get here?" and "where is the chocolate?" and there is some confusion about a house that wasn't as safe as they thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO   Jane and Bjork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And to our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faithful readers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&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/8518550283721157500-7187922105491527418?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7187922105491527418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=7187922105491527418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/7187922105491527418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/7187922105491527418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/priority-mail.html' title='Priority Mail!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEc087iy4eY/Tf0KdS00ksI/AAAAAAAAFdM/kH_Mk57NAK0/s72-c/mice-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-9106625265719385878</id><published>2011-06-14T06:17:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:01:53.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pridy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Mouse'/><title type='text'>You've got Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;div    style="font-family:'Calibri';font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jumping Geehosafat!!!! Jacques has ESCAPED with help from his Cheese  Moll, Daphne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Do you think this is a Safe House, Babe?” asks Jacques....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I don’t know but let’s cover ourselves with some of this tissue just in  case.....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Good idea..I’ll keep a lookout for the Fuzz!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ViETM57IY/Tfc3SBhGMfI/AAAAAAAAFZ8/KNEIwXBTmwo/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ViETM57IY/Tfc3SBhGMfI/AAAAAAAAFZ8/KNEIwXBTmwo/s400/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618019842952409586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just as Jacques and Daphne get themselves covered, they hear arguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You’re not supposed to wear that new skirt now....Gramma got it for  Christmas!” scolds Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I don’t care", smirks Martha, “Gramma said I could wear it now cuz it’s so  Preety! And it’s a long time till Christmas and I can’t wait THAT long!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YK_FIaKpSU/Tfc3mtR77QI/AAAAAAAAFaE/L6ISpxgIQy8/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YK_FIaKpSU/Tfc3mtR77QI/AAAAAAAAFaE/L6ISpxgIQy8/s400/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618020198297365762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And YOU are supposed to finish packing this parcle for Gramma!  She’s  sending Tante Helen her old shoe inserts cuz Tante Helen and Bjork went to New  York, the City and shopped till they dropped and Tante Helen’s feet almost FELL  OFF!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yeh, I know...okay,” growls Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You’re Grumpy today..maybe you need some Fried Chicken!  I’ll help  you here and then we can have fried chicken and then YOU play Beauty Parlor with  me and You’re the Customer!  Deal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Well, okay..if I can eat the biscuits while you put bobbie pins in my  ears!”  smiles Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIT2bDgVl-U/Tfc3yDGRQqI/AAAAAAAAFaM/Y3LPkxPDZu4/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIT2bDgVl-U/Tfc3yDGRQqI/AAAAAAAAFaM/Y3LPkxPDZu4/s400/020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618020393132573346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime, Our HERO Officer Harney is helping Alice Mouse to get her  Tea Room back into shape.  And Mrs. Plum and Zip, Officer Harney’s Wonder  Dog, are preparing lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You are so kind to help me Officer Harney,” puffs Alice as they move the  big chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh...please call me Harold. It will be terrific to have the Tea Room back  again.  We’ll need to have a party to celebrate when everything’s done!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXwK9fGgHrA/Tfc384qYBHI/AAAAAAAAFaU/iVG5OoLR6fE/s1600/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXwK9fGgHrA/Tfc384qYBHI/AAAAAAAAFaU/iVG5OoLR6fE/s400/024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618020579309782130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And in the meantime of the meantime, there is Something Else to CELEBRATE  HERE AT MARTHA AND JANE!!!! As you may know, we have had two very lonely Bedbugs  looking for new homes!  Five came flying this way and three were happily  adopted.  But that still left two without soft beds to lay down their weary  little blue antenna blessed heads.  Today BOPP has FOUND A HOME!!!!   He has fallen in love with~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; LINDA OF NEW MEXICO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASKmXywmncs/Tfc4GdGnkSI/AAAAAAAAFac/T7hCnPLBH18/s1600/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASKmXywmncs/Tfc4GdGnkSI/AAAAAAAAFac/T7hCnPLBH18/s400/039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618020743710740770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was overheard saying, “She looks just like my Dear Great Great Great  Gramma, “Irmentrude Bedbug”!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS LINDA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember..there is one Bedbug remaining...comments on Martha and Jane may  have Belini falling in love with YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till next time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-9106625265719385878?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9106625265719385878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=9106625265719385878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/9106625265719385878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/9106625265719385878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve got Mail!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ViETM57IY/Tfc3SBhGMfI/AAAAAAAAFZ8/KNEIwXBTmwo/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-6846231401965651439</id><published>2011-06-05T19:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:26:39.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pridy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><title type='text'>Officer Harney, OUR HERO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Officer Harney and his Police Dog, Zip, awaken...Beakman comes  Skittering over to shake the Officer’s Hand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Officer Harney!!!  You and Zip are HEROES!!!!  You SAVED ME and  Caught the most WANTED BAD GUY of ALL TIME, Jacques ZE CROOK!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I did?” questions a dazed but smiling Officer Harney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Allow me to introduce myself, I am the famous Sherlock Holmes! Scotland  Yard has been tracking this Blighter for months.  Once he reached American  shores, he was lost to us! But you, my dear Mouse, have earned yourself quite a  Handsome REWARD!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SRgbdbA0HA/TewNoHe55WI/AAAAAAAAFXs/eTDsYZvKROQ/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SRgbdbA0HA/TewNoHe55WI/AAAAAAAAFXs/eTDsYZvKROQ/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614877818278765922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Constables Happy and Grouchy, get the Villains into the wagon and take  them to the Pokey!” orders Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just then Alice Mouse and Mrs. Pridy Plum come Running up to Congratulate  Beakman, Officer Harney, and Zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OooouuuuuuHHHHHH, My Dear Officer Harney!  I heard how you have saved  my TEA ROOM from those Rude and Violent Vermin!  How may I ever thank-you?”  asks Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Why, Miss, I will be happy to assist you in returning your Tea Room to its  former glory..then I would truly enjoy an afternoon tea!” grins an instantly  smitten Officer Harney, “ And... a chance to talk to such a lovely lady as  yourself. I’d like to ask, ummmmmmm,  do you like, ahhhhhhhh....pottery?  I’m thinking of becoming a Potter.. YES, A Potter! It’s always been an interest  of mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Really?  Oh I think that sounds Wonderful.  Wouldn’t some  pottery bowls look splendid in the Tea Room! And maybe a large Jug for fresh  apple Cider.  Those constables have me thinking about apple cider for some  reason....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiNty8leCxQ/TewN-mhdlSI/AAAAAAAAFX0/VuQv4ITj-Yg/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiNty8leCxQ/TewN-mhdlSI/AAAAAAAAFX0/VuQv4ITj-Yg/s400/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614878204568114466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the Mice continue discussing their hopes and dreams for a bright future,  the wagon full of desperate criminals moves slowly down the street...on its way  to the “Big House."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of a sudden, Constable Happy Jumps atop the  horse pulling the wagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“What are you doing, you rotten Apple??!!!” Yells Constable Grouchy, “Get  back in this wagon!  That horse is fine on his own!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“AW...don’t be such a Grump!!!!  I just wanna ride a horse for once in  my life.  You stay there in the cart and I’ll take the reins!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But while the Apple Brothers are arguing, Daphne...YES DAPHNE! I wondered  if you had noticed her lurking???  Now she is ready to spring her  boyfriend as the Constables have their short attention spans turned  elsewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8m41UA_UvFE/TewOLotSNwI/AAAAAAAAFX8/gMqY1iEJoak/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8m41UA_UvFE/TewOLotSNwI/AAAAAAAAFX8/gMqY1iEJoak/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614878428492871426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I tell you what, we can BOTH ride the horse!!!” says Constable Happy, “Hop  on up with me- you can see really good from up here! Giddeyup, MULE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kN3Eb9xj8pM/TewOUg5O86I/AAAAAAAAFYE/MZErvk_vVSw/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kN3Eb9xj8pM/TewOUg5O86I/AAAAAAAAFYE/MZErvk_vVSw/s400/017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614878581014328226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH DEAR..what a CALAMITY!!!!  Now Daphne grabs Jacques by the  handcuffed arm and they both run to the nearest Safe House...at least they Think  it’s a safe house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rodOn0JhXsQ/TewOc_WM4UI/AAAAAAAAFYM/OjVo2EwRPXE/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rodOn0JhXsQ/TewOc_WM4UI/AAAAAAAAFYM/OjVo2EwRPXE/s400/019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614878726627844418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH NO!!! What in the World will happen next??  Will Daphne and Jacques  get sent far away?  Will they need Delivery Confirmation or just go with a  Flat Rate Box?  Will they get caught and arrested by Customs..will they be  dobbled and have to remove their shoes? And what about Officer Harney?   Will he ever find out he is not Really the Hero they all think he is?  Will  he have doubts and guilt and go sailing and whack into other boats, during a BIG  Race, on purpose? Or will everything be okay and he and Alice will get married,  even though it’s hot outside?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come back Next Time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pleeeeeaassseeeeee!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hugs and Smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-6846231401965651439?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6846231401965651439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=6846231401965651439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6846231401965651439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6846231401965651439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/06/officer-harney-our-hero.html' title='Officer Harney, OUR HERO!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SRgbdbA0HA/TewNoHe55WI/AAAAAAAAFXs/eTDsYZvKROQ/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-6840968816878745157</id><published>2011-05-29T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T16:02:17.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>A message from Martha and Jane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLhEB5XnXMk/TeKlu6rV8sI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/ZBJTgZ0NHyY/s1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We take time out this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to wish you a Happy Memorial Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyHkVukY-WE/TeKlP2BTKTI/AAAAAAAAFXI/lWt0VEh6gHs/s1600/bbgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyHkVukY-WE/TeKlP2BTKTI/AAAAAAAAFXI/lWt0VEh6gHs/s400/bbgs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612229777274644786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And a  very special thank-you to Sandy Gossage who felted the Amazing Bedbug!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLhEB5XnXMk/TeKlu6rV8sI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/ZBJTgZ0NHyY/s1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLhEB5XnXMk/TeKlu6rV8sI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/ZBJTgZ0NHyY/s400/P1010014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612230311100674754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-6840968816878745157?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6840968816878745157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=6840968816878745157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6840968816878745157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6840968816878745157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/05/message-from-martha-and-jane.html' title='A message from Martha and Jane...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyHkVukY-WE/TeKlP2BTKTI/AAAAAAAAFXI/lWt0VEh6gHs/s72-c/bbgs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-3059731726545252325</id><published>2011-05-22T18:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:37:29.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><title type='text'>A Little Help from our Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Officer Harney quickly and expertly finishes up his Police Business and  hurries to where the Scream originated. On his way, he whistles that unique  Police Dog Call which summons his Canine partner, “ZIP” (Named after the famous  Kentucky dog with the pulled shoulder.) Together they make their way to the  Vermin Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1EaYPowir0/TdmMjF2Q4dI/AAAAAAAAFVg/QS8ANRBVEwE/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1EaYPowir0/TdmMjF2Q4dI/AAAAAAAAFVg/QS8ANRBVEwE/s400/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609669345359749586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime, poor innocent naïve and sort of forgetful Beakman is put  into the...OH NO!..OH NO, DEAR READER...NOT THAT!!!!!  Our Bedbug is put  into THE DUM DUM DUM DUM.....BLENDER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XqPMXB8d3qY/TdmMyKIaxbI/AAAAAAAAFVo/vGNEZIkSdyo/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XqPMXB8d3qY/TdmMyKIaxbI/AAAAAAAAFVo/vGNEZIkSdyo/s400/017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609669604207674802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh, Jacques,” Says Daphne, “I’m worried!  They must be on to us!!!  Maybe it’s time we sky up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Listen, Baby..nobody Pulls the wool over ol’ Jacques!!! I got a mind like  a Steel Rat Trap!  You just keep looking pretty and wear that Diamond  Babushka...let me worry about the Important stuff!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUST THEN, Officer Harney and Zip (Who have both assessed the situation in  a matter of seconds) BURST UPON THE SCENE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“GET THE GOBBLER, ZIP” Yells Officer Harney! “I’LL TAKE CARE OF THE  OTHERS!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH, it is HORRIFYING TO WATCH but I Can’t Help Myself!!!  Officer  Harney battles Magnificently!!!  Sort of “Marquess of Queensberry Rules”  with a baton!  But Jacques and his henchmen are tricky and down right Dirty  in their fighting- NO HOLDS BARRED!!!!! If you are opposed to  excessive,  gratuitous violence- you may want to skip over this photo.... a viewer  warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhwLeRQ4lDY/TdmM_8cIXWI/AAAAAAAAFVw/EjjMqMUZCWs/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhwLeRQ4lDY/TdmM_8cIXWI/AAAAAAAAFVw/EjjMqMUZCWs/s400/021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609669841050426722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh dear, oh my, oh woe is me, oh bah humbug....Sometimes Evil gets the best  of good.  This is the case, my dear friends, I am so so so sorry to say  that our Hero, Officer Harney, and his faithful dog, Zip, are thrown into the  Blender along with helpless Beakman!!! The Villains have thrown Officer Harney  in upside down to add insult to injury!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RO2c_BbDr1o/TdmNIE8jAWI/AAAAAAAAFV4/WAGq0kDqKTI/s1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RO2c_BbDr1o/TdmNIE8jAWI/AAAAAAAAFV4/WAGq0kDqKTI/s400/025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609669980772827490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH, WHAT NOW?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HAhahahhaahhahhah!!! What do you get when you put a Bedbug, Mutt, and dumb  Cop into a Blender?” laughs Gobbler Gator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAH!!! I SAY WE TURN IT ON NOW AND FIND OUT!!!” Laughs  Jacques!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Wait...I hear something..what is it?” asks Daphne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH OH!!! OUT OF NOWHERE THERE IS HOPE!!! SALVATION!  In the FORM OF  SIX GLORIOUS NON-BUTTON WEARING BEDBUGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ My Bedbugs and I heard there’s a bit of a Problem going down here-  concerning a GOOD PAL OF OURS!!!” growls Beadle! “Would you VERMIN KNOW ANYTHING  ABOUT THIS?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yeh....maybe a bit of a rash might get you mugs to talking..or shall we  say, CONFESSING?” says Bismark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Why I thing the Vermin are turning RED already!” smiles Baskin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfVGbS3uvGo/TdmNazRXCKI/AAAAAAAAFWA/QKJijX9j0bc/s1600/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfVGbS3uvGo/TdmNazRXCKI/AAAAAAAAFWA/QKJijX9j0bc/s400/033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609670302445799586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Bismark...you go make our Vermin friends a bit more comfortable, while the  rest of us give a little help to our friends!” says Beadle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The three captives are released gently from THE BLENDER!  Officer  Harney and Zip are still unconscious but Beakman, although weak, is able to  greet his Bedbug friends and shake their wings in gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Now Beakman..you must never forget again the Power of the Itchiness!”  instructs Beadle. “It is your secret weapon against the Evil of the World!” she  says dramatically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yes, Ma’am, I won’t forget again..and thank-you all so much!” smiles  Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“We are leaving you now but we have called Backup for help.  I want  this to look like Officer Harney has been the VICTOR!  No one ever need  know we were here...right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“RIGHT, MAAM” nods Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UvumIIL3okY/TdmNlYif6TI/AAAAAAAAFWI/VytBZt39ziM/s1600/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UvumIIL3okY/TdmNlYif6TI/AAAAAAAAFWI/VytBZt39ziM/s400/041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609670484248488242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“COME ON BEDBUGS!  WE ARE OFF TO OUR NEW HOMES!” yells Beadle,  “well..most of us...there are two of you still looking for a place to lay your  weary, cute little bug antennas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Belini and Bopp...may the Bedbug of  Happiness smile upon your Quest for homes! Our Work here is Done” says  Beadle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So...it seems a Happy&lt;br /&gt;Turn Around but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; DO COME BACK NEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR THE FINAL  CONCLUSION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-3059731726545252325?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3059731726545252325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=3059731726545252325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3059731726545252325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3059731726545252325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-help-from-our-friends.html' title='A Little Help from our Friends!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1EaYPowir0/TdmMjF2Q4dI/AAAAAAAAFVg/QS8ANRBVEwE/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-6231677848411870480</id><published>2011-05-15T19:43:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:01:06.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><title type='text'>The Bedbug is BUSTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Beakman hears Daphne snoring, he figures it’s safe to come out from  under her bed. In fact, the whole place is shaking with the sounds of loud  sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjK-JTJfiWM/TdBm-By0TqI/AAAAAAAAFUg/pIIYuQY-_EA/s1600/073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjK-JTJfiWM/TdBm-By0TqI/AAAAAAAAFUg/pIIYuQY-_EA/s400/073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607094751895768738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH NO!  This is Worse than I thought!” whispers Beakman to himself,  “The Diamond Babushka!!!  SSShhhhh, not so loud!  they’ll hear  you..uh, Me!...... Hmmmmm.... That Jacques is a THIEF.  I need  Backup!  I gotta call the cops!  Let’s see, 9..1..1...OH NO!!! MY Cell  phone battery is Dead!!!  OH NOW WHAT?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdlVjFh-rqQ/TdBnF80bopI/AAAAAAAAFUo/dfFGioIzgtg/s1600/083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdlVjFh-rqQ/TdBnF80bopI/AAAAAAAAFUo/dfFGioIzgtg/s400/083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607094887999316626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh dear, Beakman is so frazzled, so stressed, he has Forgotten his very own  Bedbug POWER OF THE ITCHINESS!!!  If only he removed his button, they would  ALL be at his mercy!!!  But the poor little Bedbug is way too nervous to  think straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hmmm....I’ve got a plan...it’s gotta work..then I can run tell the  POLICE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beakman is going to disguise himself as Daphne!  But her dress is too  small, so he does the best he can. He carefully and quietly makes his way down  to the Vermin Bar.  All the nasty culprits are knocked out..fast  asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Thank-goodness,” Beakman peeps, “This is going to be easier than I  thought...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HEY, BABY!!!  Where you going?  Come give me a little Kissy!!!”  slurs Jacques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOVgGp4jdF8/TdBnQAUDunI/AAAAAAAAFUw/EfGWPsdslSU/s1600/087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOVgGp4jdF8/TdBnQAUDunI/AAAAAAAAFUw/EfGWPsdslSU/s400/087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607095060735965810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh...ah....Okay...I’m just going to the Dollar Store to buy some new Flip  Flops to go with my Summer dress....ummmmm..okay...a quickie” squeals Beakman in  a high falsetto voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Commere, Sugar Lump!  Wait, Toots, you can’t wear the Diamond  Babushka in public.  Lemme take it off your pretty little head for now,  HEY.... UH !!!!  HEY!!!WAIT A MINUTE!!! YOU AIN’T DAPHNE!!!  You’re  just an IMPOSER!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-070JNxkMBX4/TdBnZ6xyOVI/AAAAAAAAFU4/7fbJqr2qtGU/s1600/095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-070JNxkMBX4/TdBnZ6xyOVI/AAAAAAAAFU4/7fbJqr2qtGU/s400/095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607095231048726866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“He’s A IMPOSTER TOO, BOSS!!!” Croaks Gobbler Gator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“YEH!!!  But now THIS POSER’S A DEADBUG!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ AUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!Wait!! WAIT!!!” Screams Daphne, “STAY AWAY FROM  HIM!!!  HE’S A BEDBUG!!! YOU’LL GET THE ITCHINESS!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1-dl_oHn3l0/TdBnmFrcYiI/AAAAAAAAFVA/fXNYRVW5DRk/s1600/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1-dl_oHn3l0/TdBnmFrcYiI/AAAAAAAAFVA/fXNYRVW5DRk/s400/107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607095440133349922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HAHAHAHHAHHAA! WHAT A MACAROON!!!! THIS JOKER FORGOT TO TAKE OFF HIS  BUTTON!!!” smirks Jacques!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HAHAHAHHAA, WHAT A NIMROD!!!” Don’t worry,  Toots, this guy ain’t gonna cause any problem!!!!  You don’t worry your  pretty little head!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, closer than you think, Officer Harney is giving speeding tickets to  two young reckless drivers.  The ever-alert officer hears a scream, coming  form the nearby Vermin Bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01GD0SUSmH0/TdBnyNhaUmI/AAAAAAAAFVI/ZV65TC7RPtE/s1600/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01GD0SUSmH0/TdBnyNhaUmI/AAAAAAAAFVI/ZV65TC7RPtE/s400/110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607095648397185634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO  BE  CONTINUED.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &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/8518550283721157500-6231677848411870480?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6231677848411870480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=6231677848411870480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6231677848411870480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6231677848411870480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/05/bedbug-is-busted.html' title='The Bedbug is BUSTED!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjK-JTJfiWM/TdBm-By0TqI/AAAAAAAAFUg/pIIYuQY-_EA/s72-c/073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-4458804170191021280</id><published>2011-05-07T18:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:23:44.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><title type='text'>THE PLAN IN ACTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Calibri'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Officer Harney walks his beat..this is HIS town.  The Rock..uh, The  LITTLE Rock.  He knows its ins and outs..its ups and downs...its sideways  and upsadaisys. He Loves his town..but he hates it too.  He hates the  criminals..the Rats... who turn his town inside out with their cheating and  stealing and sneezing on the vegetables at “Kroger” and eating at “Senor  Tequila” without paying and driving their fast cars through the pedestrian  crosswalk so the small lady with her four boxes, going to the post office in the  rain and trying to also hold her umbrella, has to wait until somebody finally  stops but by then she is really upset and turning red with emotion and yelling  stuff at the cars which is not really ladylike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, Officer Harney hates stuff like that happening in HIS Town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvsl1ALj9dk/TcXEdtKF_MI/AAAAAAAAFRw/q3JPXwkW3hg/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvsl1ALj9dk/TcXEdtKF_MI/AAAAAAAAFRw/q3JPXwkW3hg/s400/015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604101325949631682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He walks by the garden wall and the beauty of the day is Spoiled by the  faces of Criminals! Criminals of the Worst Kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RyEaibunQE/TcXE8LJ8bTI/AAAAAAAAFR4/ZThrHTSJokE/s1600/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RyEaibunQE/TcXE8LJ8bTI/AAAAAAAAFR4/ZThrHTSJokE/s400/030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604101849398144306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Officer Harney  knows about Jacques Ze Crook! He knows if he were to catch this Vile Thief,  there would be a big promotion. He could find a sweet little mouse,buy a home,  settle down, raise a couple of kids, have a yard and an above ground pool,  retire and start a hobby...Pottery!!!  He has always wanted to feel the  clay with his bare hands....have a Potter’s Wheel ! OH...IF ONLY!!!!  ..............................Where are you, Jacques???????!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But in the meantime, while Officer Harney walks his beat, Henry D. and  Beakman arrive at The Vermin Bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Okay..you know what to do, right?  You take off your button...and  while everyone’s sleeping, you go downstairs and INFECT them all with the  Itchiness!!!” says Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“BUT...BUT...I..I....I’m ......I’m Nervous!!!!!” Stammers Beakman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“YOU CAN DO IT!  Where’s that Bedbug Spirit????!!!  Come on..I  believe in You!!!  Got your cell phone, right?  Okay DO YOUR BEST!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFkP9cHtgd0/TcXFKWkRQ7I/AAAAAAAAFSA/MlGXRzyZ-UQ/s1600/036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFkP9cHtgd0/TcXFKWkRQ7I/AAAAAAAAFSA/MlGXRzyZ-UQ/s400/036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604102092979520434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Henry D. runs off (To the Mall for fried chicken) and poor Beakman is left  alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“What have I gotten myself into???  Oh Gee..what would the others  do?  HAH...Bjork would snoop around, looking for stuff to wear.  Bilbo  and Babs would look for the nearest Tea and Scones. Boris would Hear no Evil,  Speak No Evil, and See no Evil.  Benny wouldn’t leave his house without  Noah! Belmont would bring a Goat friend..or a wise Owl.  Boll Dooz Man  would make fancy  gingerbread cookies. And Belkin wouldn’t be dumb enough  to be here in the first place!  OH NO...I HEAR Voices!!! Oh I GOTTA  HIDE!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH Jacquesie!” coos Daphne, “ Oh I LOVE my Diamond Babushka so so much!!!  I’m going to wear it to bed tonight!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Here, Babe,”smiles Jacques, “Let me help you onto this...ummmm...tipsy  bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SmeUGmzopk/TcXFXU2VU8I/AAAAAAAAFSI/f4UBusLXN48/s1600/040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SmeUGmzopk/TcXFXU2VU8I/AAAAAAAAFSI/f4UBusLXN48/s400/040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604102315856712642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What’s wrong with this thing??  Oh well, we got loads of money.   We’ll just go to the store and get a new one!  Okay, sweets, I gotta go  talk to the boys some more.  You get some rest now, Toots!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH DEAR!  And Beakman is stuck under the bed!!! Will Daphne fall  asleep soon?  Will Beakman be able to successfully go downstairs and infect  the Vermin? Will Officer Harney ever find Jacques? Will polka dots take over the  UK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out NEXT TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And a Special Thank-you to Tante Helen for Officer Harney (I LOVE  HIM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="lw_beacon_1304805916951"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-4458804170191021280?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4458804170191021280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=4458804170191021280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/4458804170191021280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/4458804170191021280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/05/plan-in-action.html' title='THE PLAN IN ACTION!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvsl1ALj9dk/TcXEdtKF_MI/AAAAAAAAFRw/q3JPXwkW3hg/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-7411748814805588603</id><published>2011-04-26T20:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:31:15.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>If the Shoe Fits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally Bluebeard Bear arrived at the home of our Hero, CinderBeakman. He  knocked on the door and the Creepy and Dowdy Stepmother answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hello, I’m sure you have heard by now, that I have been going around the  Kingdom trying this Dutch Shoe on the foot of every eligible young male.   Are there any in this house?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Any what?” she cackled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Young eligible males, of course!!!” shouted BluebeardBear. (He was pretty  darn disgusted and tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yes, there are three..UH....two...Only TWO eligible young males.” stammered  the icky Stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘Well, can I come in and try this shoe on them, for Pete’s Sake??!!!!”  yowled Bluebeard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Well, why didn’t you say so....Yes, you may come in although I don’t give  2 cents worth about Pete!” sassed the stinky Stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, Bluebeard had to wait another minute while the dishonest Stepmother  ordered CinderBeakman to his room...."And STAY THERE and DON’T MAKE A PEEP or I  will make you paint DOTS on all the furniture!” scolded the wrinkled old  Stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Okay...who’s first...how about you, young man?” asked Bluebeard  Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HEY!!! That’s my Pottery Shoe..I’d know it anywhere!” smiled  Martin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Sorry, Martin..it’s too big for your small feet. You know what they say,  Small feet......small...............shoes..” said Bluebeard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l35Kv0hxX4E/TbdhtoUIWSI/AAAAAAAAFOg/svzRX9YdYwI/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l35Kv0hxX4E/TbdhtoUIWSI/AAAAAAAAFOg/svzRX9YdYwI/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600052098202360098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ME NEXT!!!! Dat’s MY SHOE!!!!” hollered Colin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Wait a doggone minute, young fellow....you seem to have 6 legs. I don’t  think this one Dutch shoe can possibly be yours!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrR8EBwAjtM/TbdiDV2FNyI/AAAAAAAAFOo/kS4TRJaWygA/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrR8EBwAjtM/TbdiDV2FNyI/AAAAAAAAFOo/kS4TRJaWygA/s400/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600052471201609506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Well, if that is your excuse, Madam, for eligible young men, it’s pretty  lame.  You are sure this is all you’ve got?” questioned Bluebeard  Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAIT! WAIT!!!! Mr. BEAR!!! You forgot CinderBeakman!!!!” squealed Sandy and  Pinky Kim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EH_ApW1C-CM/TbdiNTfwATI/AAAAAAAAFOw/qlKPSH1EEf0/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EH_ApW1C-CM/TbdiNTfwATI/AAAAAAAAFOw/qlKPSH1EEf0/s400/016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600052642369765682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Come out, CinderBeakman! The Beautiful Princess Dona Cristina instructed  me to try the Dutch shoe on EVERY young man in the Kingdom!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtOC2fki_9s/TbdiX1wKrHI/AAAAAAAAFO4/XGA_pHfJe3c/s1600/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtOC2fki_9s/TbdiX1wKrHI/AAAAAAAAFO4/XGA_pHfJe3c/s400/024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600052823364119666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so it was that CinderBeakman had his turn to try on the lucky Dutch  Shoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH MY GOODNESS!!!!” Yelled Bluebeard Bear, “WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And I even have the other shoe!” grinned CinderBeakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkAqhrn7WCg/Tbdii0qCHYI/AAAAAAAAFPA/HtRCmYVtlu8/s1600/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkAqhrn7WCg/Tbdii0qCHYI/AAAAAAAAFPA/HtRCmYVtlu8/s400/027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600053012048518530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I am sure you will ALL be delighted to know that CinderBeakman was  reunited with his true love, The Gorgeous Royal Princess, Dona Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh my love..I am so happy we found you!!!” cooed the Princess...”But now  you must live with me in the palace and be my Royal, Handsome, Hunk of a  Prince!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But my love, you don’t mind that I am a........a...well, a.....BEDBUG?!”  asked CinderBeakman fearfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HAHAHAHHAHA, MY LOVE!!!  Look what is hidden under my crown!” laughed  the Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“AH!!!! ANTENNA!!!!” Shouted CinderBeakman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhM39rYan9E/Tbdit66nEDI/AAAAAAAAFPI/HVqTSZ6ZXkE/s1600/045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhM39rYan9E/Tbdit66nEDI/AAAAAAAAFPI/HVqTSZ6ZXkE/s400/045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600053202707222578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...who was, from this day forth, known as Prince Beakman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THEY BOTH LIVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&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/8518550283721157500-7411748814805588603?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7411748814805588603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=7411748814805588603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/7411748814805588603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/7411748814805588603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-shoe-fits.html' title='If the Shoe Fits...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l35Kv0hxX4E/TbdhtoUIWSI/AAAAAAAAFOg/svzRX9YdYwI/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-6159015551753369468</id><published>2011-04-25T18:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:42:47.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dutch shoe makes the rounds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6cPPwKfCB4/TbX07xGdo4I/AAAAAAAAFN4/cRhryopqZyw/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;div   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Calibri';font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CinderBeakman ran quickly from The Royal Palace so the Beautiful Princess  Dona Cristina would not see him revert back to his old, smudged self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I had the BEST TIME!!!  Oh, Chicks, it was Thrilling!!!  I  danced the Dance of Love with the most beautiful girl in the World!!!  I am  in love...IN LOVE with the Princess Dona Cristina!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6cPPwKfCB4/TbX07xGdo4I/AAAAAAAAFN4/cRhryopqZyw/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6cPPwKfCB4/TbX07xGdo4I/AAAAAAAAFN4/cRhryopqZyw/s400/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599651019334984578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Wait a minute..Lover Boy,”cheeped Sandy, “Where’s your other shoe?   You only got one!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oops..Uh Oh, I must have lost it when I &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;ashed from the Palace...” said  CinderBeakman, “Oh well, I still have the one... and memories and Love in my  heart!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And speaking of the Dutch shoe, The Princess Dona Cristina had found  CinderBeakman’s other shoe, in between sobs, and instructed the Lord High  Executive, Bluebeard The Bear, to hunt the Kingdom for whomsoever's foot would  fit into the shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And do not return until you have found my True Love.....Please”, spoke the  sad and lost and a little bit cranky Princess Dona Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yes, your Majesty!” Bowed Bluebeard Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GySIqSbDPpY/TbX1ObGXgvI/AAAAAAAAFOA/XTxJNDsh1jg/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GySIqSbDPpY/TbX1ObGXgvI/AAAAAAAAFOA/XTxJNDsh1jg/s400/016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599651339846517490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bluebeard knocked on every door and rang every doorbell...trying the shoe  on all the young males in the kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hmmmmmm...NO, Too Small!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOFpMswQ_4/TbX1YSB8keI/AAAAAAAAFOI/-BTDauzq4cE/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOFpMswQ_4/TbX1YSB8keI/AAAAAAAAFOI/-BTDauzq4cE/s400/019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599651509210747362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No, no, much too small (Thank goodness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hk0LRkIHj_Y/TbX1g_ITbsI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/dL-ZNiTrEcc/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hk0LRkIHj_Y/TbX1g_ITbsI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/dL-ZNiTrEcc/s400/021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599651658755960514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Close, but no cigar...your foot is too small!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8APvzgnTyrg/TbX1pf9CbCI/AAAAAAAAFOY/7JImL6hPsx8/s1600/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8APvzgnTyrg/TbX1pf9CbCI/AAAAAAAAFOY/7JImL6hPsx8/s400/027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599651805006031906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH DEAR”, sighed Bluebeard the Bummed-Out Bear, “Will I EVER find the  Right Young Man?  It’s getting late...where do I sleep tonight, where do I  begin tomorrow, when will this all end, and when will it stop thundering in  Little Rock?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_beacon_1303769746502"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr style="height: 4px;" class="messageHeaderDivider colorK2" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-6159015551753369468?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6159015551753369468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=6159015551753369468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6159015551753369468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6159015551753369468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/dutch-shoe-makes-rounds.html' title='The Dutch shoe makes the rounds!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6cPPwKfCB4/TbX07xGdo4I/AAAAAAAAFN4/cRhryopqZyw/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-1001151481627895322</id><published>2011-04-24T19:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:50:33.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>CinderBeakman meets Princess Dona Cristina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw-ZB7eo4s0/TbS0gvRGW5I/AAAAAAAAFNY/tF7Ej80nNcU/s1600/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CinderBeakman was on his way to The Royal Ball--thanks to the magic of his  FairyEggMother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But wait, CinderBeakman!  I’ve forgotten the Most Eggcellent part-  your Ceramic Dutch Shoes!!!!  They will bring you Eggstra Good Luck at the  Ball!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-uEonkR5xM/TbSz7IlN7RI/AAAAAAAAFNA/flTKM7T-7Lc/s1600/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-uEonkR5xM/TbSz7IlN7RI/AAAAAAAAFNA/flTKM7T-7Lc/s400/028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599298065225608466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh, they are Da Bomb!!!  Thank-you, FairyEggMother!  Now..I AM  ON MY WAY TO THE ROYAL BALL!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Don’t forget!!!!  Eggamine the time constantly..BE BACK BEFORE THE  CLOCK EGGHIBITS TWELVE!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The FairyEggMother and Sheila Chicken waved a happy Goodbye to  CinderBeakman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At Last..AT LAST CinderBeakman arrived at the Royal Ball..and there before  him was the loveliest sight he had ever seen...NOOOOooooo, not his two brothers,  silly!  It was the Beautiful Princess Dona Cristina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fl389bJxw1M/TbS0HA4p8BI/AAAAAAAAFNI/t5fACed7a90/s1600/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fl389bJxw1M/TbS0HA4p8BI/AAAAAAAAFNI/t5fACed7a90/s400/042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599298269318082578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CinderBeakman went right up to the pretty Princess and asked her to  Dance...the dance of LOVE! Everyone grabbed a partner...Martina and Colin had to  dance with the chocolate Milka twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Who’s that guy?  I never seen him before?” pouted Colin, as he tried  to resist biting off the head of the younger MIlka twin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I dunno...some new guy.  The Princess dances with him and we’re stuck  with these Rabbits...I mean...REALLY STUCK!!!  Hey, Bunny- you’re melting!  Your chocolate is getting all over my new coat!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But neither CinderBeakman nor the dear Princess paid any attention to the  unmannerly brothers.  They only had eyes for each other...it was definitely  a Romantic Waltz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw-ZB7eo4s0/TbS0gvRGW5I/AAAAAAAAFNY/tF7Ej80nNcU/s1600/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw-ZB7eo4s0/TbS0gvRGW5I/AAAAAAAAFNY/tF7Ej80nNcU/s400/044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599298711265368978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seemed like CinderBeakman had only been with the Princess for a few  minutes...but suddenly, “BONG BONG BLEEP BONG BOMG BOMG BONG BRATTTTT BONG BLECH  BONG BONG BINGO...” the Clock struck MIDNIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OH NO!!! IT’S MIDNIGHT!!! I’ve GOT TO GO!!!!” yelled CinderBeakman..."I  LOVE YOU PRINCESS DONA CRISTINA!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But as CinderBeakman ran away, one of his Dutch Shoes came off....but he  did not notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziOex0Ze6_E/TbS0RceYz6I/AAAAAAAAFNQ/BdVejTT9500/s1600/054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziOex0Ze6_E/TbS0RceYz6I/AAAAAAAAFNQ/BdVejTT9500/s400/054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599298448522792866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“WAIT! WAIT MY DARLING...MY DEAR...MY STUD MUFFIN!!!!!  COME BACK!!!!  I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!!” Wailed Princess Dona Cristina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh how will I find my TRUE  LOVE? When will I ever see him again???? Will it ever stop snowing in  Connecticut?  But wait...LOOK..one of his shoes fell off!!! I will take it  all over the Kingdom and I will try it on every young man until I find the one  it fits- MY TRUE LOVE!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To  be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-1001151481627895322?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1001151481627895322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=1001151481627895322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/1001151481627895322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/1001151481627895322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinderbeakman-meets-princess-dona.html' title='CinderBeakman meets Princess Dona Cristina!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-uEonkR5xM/TbSz7IlN7RI/AAAAAAAAFNA/flTKM7T-7Lc/s72-c/028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-5211934661361385476</id><published>2011-04-23T18:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:29:35.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>CinderBeakman IS going to the BALL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“CinderBeakman...I am your FairyEggMother, and I am made of all of your  most beautiful hopes and dreams and wishes..plus a creamy yolk and gooey white  and an Uber Groovy SHELL! Let’s go discuss this in the kitchen..I’m at my most  comfortable in a kitchen- not sure why.  Now, I know Eggzactly what you  want...you want to go to the Royal Ball at the Palace, si?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH YES, Fairy EggMother! I want to dance the dance of Love with the  beautiful Princess Dona Cristina...oh heck, I’d even settle for the Polka!”  replied CinderBeakman dreamily!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6495Zb7mcRY/TbNRAIB97ZI/AAAAAAAAFMo/I_4LODTqpmw/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6495Zb7mcRY/TbNRAIB97ZI/AAAAAAAAFMo/I_4LODTqpmw/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598907824349244818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I think I can eggzecute that...Hmmmm, first of all I need  some............CHICKS!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh my, I can certainly help out with that part it,” clucked Sheila  Chicken, “ Pinky Kim, Oliver, Emma, Tommaso, Ethan, Sandy, Ann, Julian, Adele,  Hajnalka, Valerie, and Noah...Come here, Youngsters!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Ah, Eggzellent..just what I need for the magic spell! Hold still little  chicks...and now for the Magic Words!!!  EGGZA EGGZA EGGZA.........Soft  Boiled! Fried! Scrambled! and Sunny Side UP!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Beam of rainbow colored light Exploded, and there suddenly appeared the  most Wondrous Egg Coach that CinderBeakman had ever LAID  eyes on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“THERE!  A Coach and 12!!! To carry you in style to the Royal  Ball!  Now, aren’t you Eggxited?” smiled The Fairy EggMother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ8FiBp5YOQ/TbNRSpY8MVI/AAAAAAAAFMw/toUM829Vx5k/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ8FiBp5YOQ/TbNRSpY8MVI/AAAAAAAAFMw/toUM829Vx5k/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598908142541615442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh oh!!!  It’s more than I could have wished for,” said the happy  bedbug......."But ummmmmm, my clothes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh how Eggzasperating!!!  Of course! EGGZA EGGZA EGGZA.....Sharp  Dressed Man.....THERE!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And a Bolt of Lightening Exploded in the Kitchen and confetti splurted into  the air like the icing of a Funfetti cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH LOOK AT ME!!!!  I AM Putting On the RITZ!” sang CinderBeakman!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But remember, the magic will Eggspire at exactly 12, Midnight.  You  must be back home by then!” advised the FairyEggMother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH I WILL!!! I Promise!!!  Goodbye Sheila......Thank-you  FairyEggMother!!!  I AM OFF TO THE BALL!!!!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSOu-uD8JV8/TbNRbqxdzLI/AAAAAAAAFM4/uYKBJxD0LFU/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSOu-uD8JV8/TbNRbqxdzLI/AAAAAAAAFM4/uYKBJxD0LFU/s400/020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598908297531739314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be continued Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-5211934661361385476?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5211934661361385476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=5211934661361385476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5211934661361385476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5211934661361385476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinderbeakman-is-going-to-ball.html' title='CinderBeakman IS going to the BALL!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6495Zb7mcRY/TbNRAIB97ZI/AAAAAAAAFMo/I_4LODTqpmw/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-2810732088328670157</id><published>2011-04-22T20:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:43:16.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>CinderBeakman Gets help...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmmWDC-qObI/TbIekkCMjtI/AAAAAAAAFMY/XFUtDt6TF6Q/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor CinderBeakman was working and working as hard as his tiny skinny  little legs would move. He was interrupted from taping his 346th paper chain by  his lazy good-for-nothing brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hey, CinderBeakman, how do we look?” said Colin smugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxaXsciSyb8/TbIeaaUKatI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/WyWfvhBypkg/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxaXsciSyb8/TbIeaaUKatI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/WyWfvhBypkg/s400/007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570725864270546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yeh- like our Top hats?  They’re the finest Plastic money can by!”  grunted Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Too Bad you don’t get to go to the Ball-- looks like you gotta lotta work  left to do!” said Colin shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But don’t worry, we’ll be sure to say Hey to the beautiful Princess Dona  Cristina for you!  I Know she’s really gonna be beside herself that an ugly  little stinking Bedbug didn’t go to The Royal Ball!” jeered Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHA......A BedBug at The Royal Ball!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAHHAA,” laughed the brothers cruelly, and they left CinderBeakman  alone to continue his many chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I’ll never get done with everything!  I might as well just stop  working- what’s the use anyway?” moaned the tired little BedBug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But his good friend, Sheila Chicken, showed up for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh my, such a long sad face...what’s wrong CinderBeakman, my dear?” asked  Sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh, Sheila, I was hoping to go to the Royal Ball at the Palace..but  Mother...ummmm, I mean, Mrs. Killingback, has given me too many jobs and I’ll  never get them all finished on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmmWDC-qObI/TbIekkCMjtI/AAAAAAAAFMY/XFUtDt6TF6Q/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmmWDC-qObI/TbIekkCMjtI/AAAAAAAAFMY/XFUtDt6TF6Q/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570900271959762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“We’ll all help you, won’t we children!  All these chicks of mine  would be happy to help our Favorite Bedbug!!! Now...Oliver, Tommaso, and Emma-  you three help with the paper chains..you too, Pinky Kim!  And Ethan and  Sandy- you help tidy up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Mama, I don’t wanna tidy the fowl room!” peeped Sandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Young lady...you will get your beak washed out with soap and water if you  do NOT grab the broom this minute!” scolded Sheila Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But just as the little chicks all got their orders and began to help  CinderBeakman, there was a Flash of Light and soft music, like wind chimes, and  fluttering above the room was the most lovely Fairy EggMother any of them had  ever seen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WeZIdvmwd7Q/TbIexVLVX9I/AAAAAAAAFMg/epaf3fhYLMg/s1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WeZIdvmwd7Q/TbIexVLVX9I/AAAAAAAAFMg/epaf3fhYLMg/s400/026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598571119622053842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be continued Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8518550283721157500-2810732088328670157?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2810732088328670157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=2810732088328670157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2810732088328670157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2810732088328670157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinderbeakman-gets-help.html' title='CinderBeakman Gets help...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxaXsciSyb8/TbIeaaUKatI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/WyWfvhBypkg/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-8672747574527312406</id><published>2011-04-21T20:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:05:36.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>The Story of CinderBeakman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDTbuDXCHn4/TbDSEoDZ2_I/AAAAAAAAFL4/vf2ncR_ugIs/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Upon A Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was a little bedbug who was known as “CinderBeakman” because he would  sweep the ashes by the fire and they would get all over him.  (Just like antifoul  gets on you when you try and deal with your boat). CinderBeakman had two lazy  brothers, by the names of Martin and Colin...and a stepmother by the name of  Mrs. Killingback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDTbuDXCHn4/TbDSEoDZ2_I/AAAAAAAAFL4/vf2ncR_ugIs/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDTbuDXCHn4/TbDSEoDZ2_I/AAAAAAAAFL4/vf2ncR_ugIs/s400/009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598205313734532082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day a messenger came to the door. “There’s someone at the door!   You get it, Martin!” screamed Mrs. Killingback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No, Mom, I’m drinking my tea...Colin can get it!” Croaked Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I’m not gonna get it...that’s CinderBeakman’s job!  Get the door you  LAZY bedbug!” twitched Colin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH BOY OH BOY!!! MOTHER.....It’s a message from the Royal  Palace!!!”grinned CinderBeakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Don’t call me Mother!  I am NOT your Mother...you were adopted out of  the kindness of my heart when I found you in that old mattress.  Now Give  me the Message!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mrs. Killingback sat on the couch and the boys gathered round...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbOPWiX5kow/TbDSQKNecCI/AAAAAAAAFMA/LFFVPrgDDnk/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbOPWiX5kow/TbDSQKNecCI/AAAAAAAAFMA/LFFVPrgDDnk/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598205511882141730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“It says here that all the young men in this house are invited to the Royal  Palace for an Easter Ball on Saturday.  The Ball will be held in honor of  the beautiful Royal Princess, Dona Cristina.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH BOY!!!! A ROYAL BALL!!!! OH I’VE NEVER been to a Royal Ball” shouted  CinderBeakman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And what makes you think you’re going to this one, Smarty Pants?” scowled  Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yeh...it’s only for me and Martin! You ain’t invited!” snorted Colin...and  his antenna poked at CinderBeakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Martin....Colin..you both go upstairs and start getting together your  costumes for the Royal Ball. I’ll take care of CinderBeakman...” Said Mrs.  Killingback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But why can’t I go?” asked CinderBeakman,  “It says, “Every young  man”...and I’m a young man!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“YOU are a BEDBUG and nothing more.  But since I am feeling very happy  and GENEROUS today, I will make you a deal. We received these Wonderful  British Banners in the mail.  They are to be made into a chain and hung to  celebrate the Royal Wedding in Great Britain. If you finish the paper chain  before midnight tomorrow night, you MAY go to the Ball! And there are only 6,  553 paper banners to put together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first you must finish baking the  confetti cake, to go with the new Harney tea and the dippy eggs and soldiers you  must prepare.  Then you must build a Pottery for Martin’s new hobby and sew  red dotty curtains for the front bathroom and give a lecture at Doll Club and  work 5 hours at the candy Store, and  build a gutter garden, and babysit  the 8 kids who live down the block and go on a Scavenger Hunt, and delicately  carve 16 Easter eggs and paint them.  Time’s A-WASTING!!!!” &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmtyUGbV4xg/TbDSXgj02gI/AAAAAAAAFMI/C9H9yqSTe3E/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmtyUGbV4xg/TbDSXgj02gI/AAAAAAAAFMI/C9H9yqSTe3E/s400/020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598205638140549634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But how can I get all of that done in time?” moaned CinderBeakman, “Oh  gee...why did I ever think I would get to go to the Ball?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be Continued on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-8672747574527312406?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8672747574527312406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=8672747574527312406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8672747574527312406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/8672747574527312406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-of-cinderbeakman.html' title='The Story of CinderBeakman...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDTbuDXCHn4/TbDSEoDZ2_I/AAAAAAAAFL4/vf2ncR_ugIs/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-5571199700161754145</id><published>2011-04-17T19:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:03:08.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques'/><title type='text'>The PLAN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha, Winkle, Alice Mouse, Mrs. Pridy Plum, and Beakman Bedbug work out  the plan to oust the Vermin from the Tea Room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“And we will need that dog-- Henry D.” states Mrs. Plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Uh oh...he and Lucy are on their way to the Mall right now..I’d better try  and catch them QUICK!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha goes running out and stops Henry D. and Lucy just in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd2mkivwJ3I/TauAn2ahpNI/AAAAAAAAFJI/-hqeVvG-jXg/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd2mkivwJ3I/TauAn2ahpNI/AAAAAAAAFJI/-hqeVvG-jXg/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596708384047998162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Henry D,” says Martha, “This is Beakman and we.....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“A FLEA!!! A GIANT FLEA!!!!!  STAY AWAY!!!!!” Screams Henry D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Beakman isn’t a Flea, silly, he’s a...”&lt;br /&gt;"TICK!!!! A BIG BLOOD SUCKING  BLOATED TICK!” Yells Henry D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“NO! Calm Down!  Beakman is NOT a Tick..he’s just a Bedbug.  My  goodness, Henry D, you’re....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“A BEDBUG!!!!  AUGH!!!! I’VE GOT A RASH!!! Where’s the CALAMINE  LOTION???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Henry D!  Listen to me,” Scolds Mrs. Plum, “Beakman IS a Bedbug but  he is wearing the special Button necklace so you CANNOT catch the itchiness from  him.  Now settle down and listen to the plan...we need your help to get the  Tea Room back for our poor, desperate Alice Mouse!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Okay...okay. I’m HUNGRY and was on my way to the Fried Chicken stand and  you interrupt me with Giant Bugs!” frowned Henry D. “Well, what’s  this  so-called PLAN of yours?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylMJedrZV1E/TauA3yZC_kI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/NSrYT3Ouk0Q/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylMJedrZV1E/TauA3yZC_kI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/NSrYT3Ouk0Q/s400/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596708657845960258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While Mrs. Plum and Alice Mouse describe the plan to Henry D, Jacques is  busy giving Daphne a priceless gift in the upstairs of the Vermin Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH JACQUES!!!! OH IT’S A DIAMOND BABUSHKA!!!!  OH I LOVE IT!!!!   I’ve NEVER seen such a Beautiful Scarf!” raves Daphne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7llxCuB1-k/TauBBMCjN-I/AAAAAAAAFJY/1VTKKivdtSs/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7llxCuB1-k/TauBBMCjN-I/AAAAAAAAFJY/1VTKKivdtSs/s400/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596708819349747682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You Deserve ONLY THE BEST, MY DOLLBABY!” smirks Jacques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OULzFsZ37SE/TauBvgDzKMI/AAAAAAAAFJw/ByunAbtbniU/s1600/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OULzFsZ37SE/TauBvgDzKMI/AAAAAAAAFJw/ByunAbtbniU/s400/018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596709614997678274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques goes downstairs, leaving Daphne to admire her new sparkling Diamond  Babushka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Laughs Jacques!!! “I DID IT, BOYS, I  DID THE  JOB NO ONE ELSE COULD PULL OFF!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Whadja Pull Off, Boss...someone’s Ear?”  asked The Gobbler Gator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“NO YOU NUMBSKULL! The DIAMOND BABUSHKA!!!!  I STOLE IT LAST  NIGHT...FROM TIFFANY’S.....THE ALARMS NEVER TOUCHED ME!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“TIFFANY’S????  BUT DAT’S ALL DA WAYS IN NEW YORK CITY!” croaked the  Gobbler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NO, IDIOT, NOT THAT TIFFANY’S!  The Tiffany’s here in Little  Rock..you know, Tiffany’s Swap Shop- we buy your used Junk- THAT TIFFANY’S!!!!!  It’s been in their window for months!!! Some famous Mice, The Ozark Mousetain  Daredevils, were presented with the Diamond Babushka ages ago by the Mouse King  and Queen of Austria.. I guess they ran into hard times and the Babushka was  traded for a lifetime supply of cheese. It’s WORTH a Fortune!!!  You, MY  Dear Vermin,  are looking at A GENIUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGHxhaN8PP4/TauBLk3FREI/AAAAAAAAFJg/KYeMoMPZ2hY/s1600/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGHxhaN8PP4/TauBLk3FREI/AAAAAAAAFJg/KYeMoMPZ2hY/s400/029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596708997811225666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meanwhile, Henry D. has heard the entire tail of Alice Mouse and her  tearoom, and he is Determined to help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Okay, LET’S DO THIS THING” Says Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”MY HEROES!!!” smiles Alice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOmA-GA0Vdw/TauBVov0U4I/AAAAAAAAFJo/rOorNJJ0w2Q/s1600/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOmA-GA0Vdw/TauBVov0U4I/AAAAAAAAFJo/rOorNJJ0w2Q/s400/033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596709170653188994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-5571199700161754145?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5571199700161754145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=5571199700161754145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5571199700161754145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/5571199700161754145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/plan.html' title='The PLAN...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd2mkivwJ3I/TauAn2ahpNI/AAAAAAAAFJI/-hqeVvG-jXg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-6137300250145172945</id><published>2011-04-12T06:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T06:36:29.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pridy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><title type='text'>Pridy Plum discovers the Vermin Bar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After visiting with the Bedbugs, Mrs. Pridy Plum finally  reaches her destination- -The Mouse Tea Room!  OH DEAR, the rumors were  correct...what was once an established, cozy and reputable Tearoom is now a  degenerate Vermin Bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Look at the likes of you all! This is worse than I ever would have  expected!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Come on, Mrs.  Prune!  Join me in little taste with my new Best  friend, “STELLA”.” slurs Jacques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sTMbcLvEgE/TaQpA0vt8XI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/cccmhylWRSU/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sTMbcLvEgE/TaQpA0vt8XI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/cccmhylWRSU/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594641731236524402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mrs. Plum turns on her heels and walks quickly away from the terrible  tavern of Stinky cheese and Sticky Brew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She makes a left turn and soon is in the happy company of Martha, Winkle,  and Alice Mouse. Mrs. Plum is fit to be tied and explains her anger to the three  friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“We MUST do something to help poor Alice here get back her Home...her  Tearoom!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IttjzO2jl3E/TaQpL0aU-FI/AAAAAAAAFGY/81QXc8D1UWw/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IttjzO2jl3E/TaQpL0aU-FI/AAAAAAAAFGY/81QXc8D1UWw/s400/009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594641920125368402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“If only we had that friendly Cat back to help...Bombalurina...oh she was a  lovely Kitty!” sighed Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But she’s all the way in England now...we have to think of a different  plan, “said Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I could Scare them out!” said Winkle, “But I’m afraid they might not see  me...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I have a plan but let me discuss it with Alice first, if you don’t  mind.  If she likes my idea, then we’ll ask Your opinions!” said Mrs. Plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBgnovLyO5E/TaQpYVR2e_I/AAAAAAAAFGg/PQCoyyu5Xow/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBgnovLyO5E/TaQpYVR2e_I/AAAAAAAAFGg/PQCoyyu5Xow/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594642135106616306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice Mouse and Pridy Plum are in discussion for quite awhile...finally  they both have smiles on their faces and Hope in their hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But we will need that Bedbug you say you met,” said Martha, after the plan  was explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime, that very same bedbug, Beakman, is looking for a flashy  button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xP8_RCAQc1M/TaQplSw-uBI/AAAAAAAAFGo/oQ4D_1mJxZY/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xP8_RCAQc1M/TaQplSw-uBI/AAAAAAAAFGo/oQ4D_1mJxZY/s400/021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594642357770172434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to make himself a Button necklace. He has heard  from the Bedbug Boss, Belkin, that wearing a button necklace will prevent all  bedbugs from giving the Itchiness to their friends. Beakman likes a bit of  Bling..so he picks out a sparkly button and threads it and ties it around his  neck.  Just in time... because he is needed in the company of  friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beakman sits down to listen to the plan proposed by his new friends..will  it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3hPyYz5qXY/TaQpxy4QNfI/AAAAAAAAFGw/Te9r_4Midps/s1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3hPyYz5qXY/TaQpxy4QNfI/AAAAAAAAFGw/Te9r_4Midps/s400/025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594642572549043698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will Alice Mouse be able to return home? Will Mrs.  Plum be able to work with Alice and help restore the once lovely Tearoom? Will  Martha stay itch-free thanks to Beakman’s Button Bling? Will Winkle be able to  help- even though he is invisible and imaginary? Will Jacques and Stella get  married??? Will it snow anymore in Connecticut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you would like to join us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have your very own adorable  bedbug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please contact &lt;a href="http://www.harvestmoon00.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belkin Bedbug&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &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/8518550283721157500-6137300250145172945?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6137300250145172945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=6137300250145172945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6137300250145172945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/6137300250145172945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/pridy-plum-discovers-vermin-bar.html' title='Pridy Plum discovers the Vermin Bar!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sTMbcLvEgE/TaQpA0vt8XI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/cccmhylWRSU/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-146838172587492887</id><published>2011-04-03T16:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T16:48:14.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pridy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedbugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>Miss Pridy Plum continues on her way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xk1biRuWnsA/TZjbPQtJI3I/AAAAAAAAFFo/lyt9JEg5BDU/s1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if your memory is a bit slow, like mine, you may have to think back  and recall Mrs. Pridy Plum on her way to the Mouse Tea Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pridy had stopped  on her journey through the forest to speak with her old friend, Jack the  Packrat, and to do a bit of trading. Jack also warned Mrs. Plum that the Tea  Room was no longer the comfortable, charming Tea Room of old; but instead, a  nasty foul Vermin Bar of bad reputation! But Mrs. Pridy Plum was determined to  see for herself...so off she went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped in the Gnome Village and  asked for directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr1Pd0zu02s/TZjaYyVaqsI/AAAAAAAAFFI/iVDyCzgSiyM/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr1Pd0zu02s/TZjaYyVaqsI/AAAAAAAAFFI/iVDyCzgSiyM/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459056743787202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her way again, and this time Mrs. Plum stopped to inquire about her tiny  friend, Mr. Nutmeg.  She asked Sticklewump, the Bear, if he had seen Mr.  Nutmeg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No, Ma’am, not for awhile. Him and me was supposed to go berry picking but  he never showed up. Ah’m still waiting on him. Meantime I think I stepped on a  burr...ma foot feels mighty funny! Ah’ll lift it here..you see wot you can see  for me, please.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMK7eXA5uO8/TZjakHeXWZI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/pX8HvySSsok/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMK7eXA5uO8/TZjakHeXWZI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/pX8HvySSsok/s400/007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459251397024146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh dear, Sticklewump!!! I’ve found Mr. Nutmeg!” moaned Mrs. Plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“There you be, Horatio, how you get there?  You ready to go berry  picking now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, after helping to peel Mr. Nutmeg off, Mrs. Pridy Plum saw another  friend, Flynn, and he agreed to take her closer to the Tea Room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqXRZD0o0Jk/TZja1nXDkLI/AAAAAAAAFFY/OvIpe5KfAMs/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqXRZD0o0Jk/TZja1nXDkLI/AAAAAAAAFFY/OvIpe5KfAMs/s400/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459552014078130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flynn dropped her off and she heard strange noises, so she went to  investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“OH NO!!!  It’s bedbugs!!!  Three of them!  Oh, I musn’t let  them see me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it was too late!!! One of the bedbugs came frisking in her  direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hi there, Mrs.....  My name is Beakman...and yours?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh, get back, GET BACK!!!  I don’t want to catch the Itchiness from  you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But, Mrs....you won’t catch the bug from us...you’ve got the Shield.   See those buttons you’re wearing...buttons prevent the itchiness! Most of our  friends, who aren’t bedbugs, make themselves a necklace of buttons! Come on and  see what we’re doing here...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2peisZpR5A/TZjbC4EZg9I/AAAAAAAAFFg/Eze8qKz6LDg/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2peisZpR5A/TZjbC4EZg9I/AAAAAAAAFFg/Eze8qKz6LDg/s400/017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459779837526994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Boris and Boll-Dooz-Man..we’re all working on party hats for a  spectacular Birthday on Monday. Birthday fellow’s name is Oliver...a pal of our  friend, Babs Bedbug, and they live all the way in Amsterdam! We all love Oliver-  he’s a Special Bedbug friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ Oh I would love to make one too...but I need a bit of a rest first.   Might I sit a minute in this lovely rocking chair?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You bet!  Take a load off, have some hot tea, and then we’re happy to  share our supplies!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh thank-you all!!!  I’m so excited about Oliver’s birthday...I hope  we’ll be able to see a bit of how he celebrates!  It’s going to be hard to  wait till Monday!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xk1biRuWnsA/TZjbPQtJI3I/AAAAAAAAFFo/lyt9JEg5BDU/s1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xk1biRuWnsA/TZjbPQtJI3I/AAAAAAAAFFo/lyt9JEg5BDU/s400/025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459992609301362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you would like to see the Bedbug fun on Monday, please go to Facebook and look for Bedbugs Club!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/home.php?sk=group_199198550115073" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/home.php?sk=group_199198550115073"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1301862972_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you would like to join our club, you need to contact &lt;a href="http://www.harvestmoon00.blogspot.com/"&gt;Valerie&lt;/a&gt;   who is in charge of Bedbug Birthing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-146838172587492887?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/146838172587492887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=146838172587492887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/146838172587492887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/146838172587492887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-pridy-plum-continues-on-her-way_03.html' title='Miss Pridy Plum continues on her way...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr1Pd0zu02s/TZjaYyVaqsI/AAAAAAAAFFI/iVDyCzgSiyM/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-3363136344836721799</id><published>2011-03-25T11:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:05:05.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>There's no place like home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFKMz-N3bpA/TYy5tWDdOAI/AAAAAAAAFEE/xIV0kml2Rr4/s1600/no-place-like-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jane has returned home from her excellent Oz adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFKMz-N3bpA/TYy5tWDdOAI/AAAAAAAAFEE/xIV0kml2Rr4/s1600/no-place-like-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFKMz-N3bpA/TYy5tWDdOAI/AAAAAAAAFEE/xIV0kml2Rr4/s400/no-place-like-home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588045426325272578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"There's no place like home...there's no place like home," said Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at Tante Helen's was happy to see her home again.  They were not sure if they had imagined the Oz party or not.  But when they saw the Dorothy costume, the ruby slippers, and the wig on the floor beside them, they knew it must have been a REAL adventure!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woof!  Woof" barked Toto from the basket, giving Frith quite a surprise.  "You remind me of Hank, that loud little Yorkie who lives downstairs! He barks all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you just open those animal crackers, please," said Hannah, the needle-felted cow, "and where is the tea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tante Helen tip-toed away leaving them to talk. She could tell that Jane was secretly pleased to be getting so much attention. But Jane knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there's no place like home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and special hugs to Martha and Gramma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the entire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cast in Arkansas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which just might be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real OZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&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/8518550283721157500-3363136344836721799?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3363136344836721799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=3363136344836721799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3363136344836721799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/3363136344836721799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like home...'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFKMz-N3bpA/TYy5tWDdOAI/AAAAAAAAFEE/xIV0kml2Rr4/s72-c/no-place-like-home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-458996681592213867</id><published>2011-03-19T05:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T05:29:41.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winkles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beakman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>The Oz Treasures are Chosen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIKyNXxkEYs/TYR0HpgCYTI/AAAAAAAAFCk/iuQnbkMZGVE/s1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY is the DAY of the&lt;a href="http://lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-celebrate-oz-march-19-2011.html"&gt; GREAT OZ PARTY!!!! &lt;/a&gt;  Dorothy's friends have been traveling the Yellow Brick Road all night..in hopes  of finding a clue for her Rescue from the Wicked Witch, Hester of  OZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Tin Woodman (Martha), The Scarecrow (Winkle),  The Cowardly Lion (Beakman Bedbug), and The Ummmmmaaaaaahhh......... Tree (Henry  D.) had almost given up hope...when they came to a Sudden  STOP!!!!  There, in front of their path, lay 42 Books about the Land of Oz  and its many Adventures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIKyNXxkEYs/TYR0HpgCYTI/AAAAAAAAFCk/iuQnbkMZGVE/s1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIKyNXxkEYs/TYR0HpgCYTI/AAAAAAAAFCk/iuQnbkMZGVE/s400/P1010001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585717112594391346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Look at these Books!!!" said The Scarecrow,  "There must be Something written in one of these that will tell us How to rescue  Dorothy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"That's using the Ol' Brain!" growled The  Cowardly Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"But there are TOO many!  We don't have time  to read through all these OZ books!!!  Who knows what is happening to  Dorothy right now!!!!" BARKED (ahem..) THE TREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_z6fazYa4g/TYR0VstpwsI/AAAAAAAAFCs/3nXeih68QEU/s1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_z6fazYa4g/TYR0VstpwsI/AAAAAAAAFCs/3nXeih68QEU/s400/P1010014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585717353974973122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But all of a Sudden, Magic Stars encircled the  Travelers, and a lovely form came floating towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"LOOK!!! It's ValGLINDA!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, it was indeed the Good Witch of Oz- the  Beautiful and Talented (And likes to RUN Marathons in her spare time!) ValGlinda  Of OZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"My dear friends...what you all need to save dear  Dorothy is right in front of your eyes. It has been here the entire  time...Books!!!  Your Books! Each one of you has your own special  book.  Inside of them, you will find the treasures to claim and in so  doing, Dorothy and Toto shall be SAVED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqBkhybdAkg/TYR0jShFi7I/AAAAAAAAFC0/gUouNzxdd9I/s1600/P1010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqBkhybdAkg/TYR0jShFi7I/AAAAAAAAFC0/gUouNzxdd9I/s400/P1010021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585717587461114802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Travelers bid FAREWELL as  ValGlinda Runs away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Tin Woodman goes first. He carefully opens his  book and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"OH MY GOSH!!!!  LOOK!!! A MAGIC OZ  RING!!!!  Oh this is my FAVORITE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwH9-OFt2eU/TYR033AB3JI/AAAAAAAAFC8/ALQZFqGHeOs/s1600/P1010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwH9-OFt2eU/TYR033AB3JI/AAAAAAAAFC8/ALQZFqGHeOs/s400/P1010027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585717940851956882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Scarecrow is next.  He looks through  many books and finds his own.  He opens it AND.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"WOW!!!  A Flag of OZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see...with my clever Brain I can tell you that the  Northern Purple county is "The Gillikin Country"; The Western Yellow land is  "Winkie Country" (Where the TinWoodman will eventually Rule); The Southern Land  (Where ValGlinda rules) is "Quadling Country"; the Eastern Land is "Munchkin  Land" (Where The Scarecrow will eventually Rule!); and the Green  Middle is "The Emerald City" (Where Ozma of Oz is ruler!). This Flag  is definitely MY favorite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WsUJTf3znEI/TYR1EB0xjUI/AAAAAAAAFDE/3CTY2Mu2gDY/s1600/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WsUJTf3znEI/TYR1EB0xjUI/AAAAAAAAFDE/3CTY2Mu2gDY/s400/P1010029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585718149915970882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Cowardly Lion hesitates but with urging from  his pals, decides to choose his Favorite from his very own book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"LOOK LOOK, Everyone!!!  It's a Cowardly Lion  Pendant!!!  It even has the Medal the Wizard gave me!!! This is MY  Favorite!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4d0rjrrUH9I/TYR1Mzs4GZI/AAAAAAAAFDM/zUraUpjk2I8/s1600/P1010038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4d0rjrrUH9I/TYR1Mzs4GZI/AAAAAAAAFDM/zUraUpjk2I8/s400/P1010038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585718300743571858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but not least, THE TREE Of OZ swooshes  over to find His book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey...there isn't a book about The Tree of  OZ!!!!  What am I gonna do now??? Oh Why??? WHY did I let my appetite get  the best of me?!?!?" moans the unhappy Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Wait a minute...I've been thinking about The  Wizard of Oz book-- it might have a tree!!!" smiles Happy Apple, "Here it  is...Try this one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The TREE OF OZ opens up the very first Oz book ever  written, and there are Magical Eye Glasses!!!!  Emerald City  Glasses!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"WHOA! COOL!!!!  You were right, Happy Apple!  These Emerald City Glasses are MY Favorite!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LhVqyGC5uE/TYR1dIKm2vI/AAAAAAAAFDU/gEWgKEWAh4A/s1600/P1010042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LhVqyGC5uE/TYR1dIKm2vI/AAAAAAAAFDU/gEWgKEWAh4A/s400/P1010042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585718581114886898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So now the Friends have chosen their Favorite OZ  Treasures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Wicked Witch, Hester of Oz, one of you- Dear  Oz Party Participants-  They will join the Party and YOU, dear  Rescuer, will Win the PRIZE- "The Wizard of Oz", illustrated by Lisbeth  Zwerger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;"On Saturday, the four Foolish friends of Dorothy will come in contact with many OZ treasures. They will each pick one treasure and claim it as their favorite. Whichever Party Goer (Online party guest) is the FIRST Ozite to tell me which objects were picked by the four friends will BREAK THE SPELL!! You and Toto will be free to join the party and then go back to your Home Sweet Home. That same person, who broke the Spell, will also win a Wonderful Prize!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCporVGkchM/TYR1vY7o_TI/AAAAAAAAFDc/W5AmyGdiDas/s1600/Help%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCporVGkchM/TYR1vY7o_TI/AAAAAAAAFDc/W5AmyGdiDas/s400/Help%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585718894853160242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK and&lt;br /&gt;Have a FANTASTIC TIME&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All OUR LOVE AND&lt;br /&gt;MAGICAL OZ WISHES&lt;br /&gt;to LINDA in New Mexico!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-458996681592213867?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/458996681592213867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=458996681592213867' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/458996681592213867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/458996681592213867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/oz-treasures-are-chosen.html' title='The Oz Treasures are Chosen!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIKyNXxkEYs/TYR0HpgCYTI/AAAAAAAAFCk/iuQnbkMZGVE/s72-c/P1010001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-2112710245907582450</id><published>2011-03-18T06:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T07:04:35.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caruthers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owlina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>The 4 Woolies Whoosh to OZ!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxzk6mZxNt8/TYMumvLD7QI/AAAAAAAAFBs/L_wgwIoCSYM/s1600/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;IT WORKED!!!!  Kitchen Witch Owlina Stewpot's  Spell worked!!!  Martha, Winkle, Henry D, and Beakman Bedbug are in the  Magical &lt;a href="http://lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Land of OZ&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK AT US!!!! WE ARE REAL OZ CHARACTERS!!!"  Shouts Martha happily, "I'm The Tin Woodman of Oz!  And look, I even have  an ax!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"And I'm the Scarecrow!  My, but my stuffing  is all over the place!" says Winkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"And I'm the Cowardly Lion...OH BOY!" Barks Henry  D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Uh, No you're NOT!  I'm the lion!" says  Beakman, "Listen to this, GGRRRRRRR...ROAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"But wait a doggone minute...If you're the Lion,  who am I?  The Wizard???? OH BOY!  I'm THE WIZARD OF OZ!!!!" Smiles  Henry D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ummm...no, you're not the Wizard," says  Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Glinda???  I'm Glinda?   Ummmmm...TOTO!!!!  I should be TOTO!!!!  Ummmm, Uncle HENRY!!! OF  COURSE, THAT'S WHO I AM!!!" yells Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Uh, no...you're a ummmm, an Apple  Tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"A WHAT????!!!!!!!  A TREE!!!!!! YOU GOTTA BE  KIDDING ME!!!!  A TREE???!!!!! BUT I DON'T WANNA BE A TREE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxzk6mZxNt8/TYMumvLD7QI/AAAAAAAAFBs/L_wgwIoCSYM/s1600/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxzk6mZxNt8/TYMumvLD7QI/AAAAAAAAFBs/L_wgwIoCSYM/s400/P1010012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585359205902314754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"That's what happens when you gobble up a magical  spell before it's ready" growls Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"And LOOK!!! You have the two APPLE brothers for  company!!!!  "Happy" and "Grouchy"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh Great!  The one time I get to go to the  Magical land of Oz and I'm a TREE!  I guess it's pay back for all the times  I hiked my leg on TREES!" frowns Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"But where is Dorothy?" asks Winkle, "Isn't she  supposed to meet us here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I don't know! I hope She's okay!!!  You don't  think...." Martha stopped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"AUGH!!!  Look up in the sky!!!!   Something is written!" says Happy Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"It says Dorothy is CRABBY!" says Crabby  Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"No it doesn't!  It says Dorothy is CAUGHT!!!!  OH NO!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ulRbtv-2BXQ/TYMuy-xpzyI/AAAAAAAAFB0/R1dHv5Pz9oY/s1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ulRbtv-2BXQ/TYMuy-xpzyI/AAAAAAAAFB0/R1dHv5Pz9oY/s400/P1010014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585359416249143074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, poor Dorothy and Toto are scared and  lonely in Witch Hester's dark dungeon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk2CrnwTpbo/TYMvnx49bOI/AAAAAAAAFB8/Sjn_avMMexY/s1600/Dungeon-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk2CrnwTpbo/TYMvnx49bOI/AAAAAAAAFB8/Sjn_avMMexY/s400/Dungeon-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585360323323194594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"AH HA!  I see your four friends have arrived  in OZ!  Oh how sad, they don't see you anywhere!  Ah, Goodie, there is  my Sky message- delivered right on time! Now your friends will be truly  Troubled!" Witch Hester laughs Wickedly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zir3d-C4ZJE/TYM1TW1na2I/AAAAAAAAFCE/9771z3U9PQM/s1600/witchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zir3d-C4ZJE/TYM1TW1na2I/AAAAAAAAFCE/9771z3U9PQM/s400/witchy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585366569533795170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They will come and RESCUE US, Toto, I KNOW they  will!" says Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Silly girl...your friends cannot rescue you.   That is not part of the Spell...noooooooo...there is something special they must  do, that is true.  But they are only part of the process. The rest must be  done by a member of the&lt;a href="http://lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts.blogspot.com/2011/03/giveaways-for-celebrate-oz.html"&gt; GREAT OZ PARTY&lt;/a&gt; which will be given on Saturday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of OZ will be there...oh, except you and Toto, of course.....  HEH HEH HEH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"What must be done, Oh Wicked Witch?" asks  Jocko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"On Saturday, the four Foolish friends of Dorothy  will come in contact with many OZ treasures.  They will each pick one  treasure and claim it as their favorite. Whichever Party Goer (Online party  guest) is the FIRST Ozite to tell me which objects were picked by the  four friends will BREAK THE SPELL!!!! You and Toto will be free to join the  party and then go back to your Home Sweet Home.  That same person, who  broke the Spell, will also win a Wonderful Prize!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"What will it be?" asks Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"A bit nosey, aren't we?  Well, I suppose it  won't hurt to tell you..it will be a Book..."The Wizard of Oz," by L. Frank  Baum, illustrated by Lisbeth Zwerger!!!!  BUT..if no one answers my  question, you will be forever in my POWER and the Ruby Slippers will be  MINE!!!!  HEH HEH&lt;br /&gt;HEH!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avRYUI8humM/TYM5mrhBKTI/AAAAAAAAFCM/asvshMFWuRo/s1600/oz-book-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avRYUI8humM/TYM5mrhBKTI/AAAAAAAAFCM/asvshMFWuRo/s400/oz-book-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585371299548571954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE, For Dorothy and Toto's sake...JOIN us  Saturday for the Great Oz party!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hugs and smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518550283721157500-2112710245907582450?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2112710245907582450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=2112710245907582450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2112710245907582450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/2112710245907582450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-woolies-whoosh-to-oz.html' title='The 4 Woolies Whoosh to OZ!!!'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxzk6mZxNt8/TYMumvLD7QI/AAAAAAAAFBs/L_wgwIoCSYM/s72-c/P1010012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-1645888178410956107</id><published>2011-03-16T14:50:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:14:08.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><title type='text'>What about Dorothy and the party??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pte3RWqYf0/TYEG6a8kiGI/AAAAAAAAFA8/mT_9C5MvK8g/s1600/click-heels-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pte3RWqYf0/TYEG6a8kiGI/AAAAAAAAFA8/mT_9C5MvK8g/s400/click-heels-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584752613651679330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no place like &lt;a href="http://lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts.blogspot.com/2011/01/celebrate-oz.html"&gt;Oz&lt;/a&gt;...there's no place like &lt;a href="http://lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts.blogspot.com/2011/01/celebrate-oz.html"&gt;Oz&lt;/a&gt;!" said Dorothy clicking her heels and and holding tightly to Toto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh!  Everything is so different here!!!  We must be in &lt;a href="http://lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts.blogspot.com/2011/01/celebrate-oz.html"&gt;Oz&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAGV7W3eS6M/TYEHKS1TGII/AAAAAAAAFBE/ueU2UwSc0r8/s1600/different.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAGV7W3eS6M/TYEHKS1TGII/AAAAAAAAFBE/ueU2UwSc0r8/s400/different.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584752886351599746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She doesn't see who is  watching her from above...the winged monkey Jocko!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec1eOhLL1GI/TYEHTkVrcLI/AAAAAAAAFBM/Y7dUyQI-LUE/s1600/flying-monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec1eOhLL1GI/TYEHTkVrcLI/AAAAAAAAFBM/Y7dUyQI-LUE/s400/flying-monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584753045669638322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my!!!   Dorothy is being whisked away by Jocko, the winged monkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDRS3vC7YkY/TYEH6rfuSbI/AAAAAAAAFBU/0M8DtKNXH7I/s1600/whisked-away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDRS3vC7YkY/TYEH6rfuSbI/AAAAAAAAFBU/0M8DtKNXH7I/s400/whisked-away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584753717605714354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dorothy and Toto find themselves in the the Dungeon of the Wicked Witch, Hester of &lt;a href="http://lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts.blogspot.com/2011/01/celebrate-oz.html"&gt;Oz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlQvuj7-u0s/TYEIrgvJecI/AAAAAAAAFBc/DHPqtheRJ_Q/s1600/Dungeon-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlQvuj7-u0s/TYEIrgvJecI/AAAAAAAAFBc/DHPqtheRJ_Q/s400/Dungeon-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584754556531210690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH-HA!!!!  You are finally back my dear Dorothy!!!  You don't know how long we have waited. my dearie!!! !  And NOW I must help myself to those ruby slippers!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Grab those slippers, Jocko!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2V8OmFhlm60/TYEJgdNHf2I/AAAAAAAAFBk/n5r3b9jHuws/s1600/flying-monkey-shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2V8OmFhlm60/TYEJgdNHf2I/AAAAAAAAFBk/n5r3b9jHuws/s400/flying-monkey-shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584755466116235106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To be continued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hugs and Smooches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Martha and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8518550283721157500-1645888178410956107?l=marthaandjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1645888178410956107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518550283721157500&amp;postID=1645888178410956107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/1645888178410956107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518550283721157500/posts/default/1645888178410956107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthaandjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-about-dorothy-and-party.html' title='What about Dorothy and the party??'/><author><name>DollZandThingZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906400814059674230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ_EKkxOAXo/TV-kT8tKa9I/AAAAAAAAE50/4EdMdQ_2SCQ/s220/IMG_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pte3RWqYf0/TYEG6a8kiGI/AAAAAAAAFA8/mT_9C5MvK8g/s72-c/click-heels-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518550283721157500.post-2624453153923181832</id><published>2011-03-15T18:52:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:05:35.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owlina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weberpal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>On our way to the OZ PARTY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd-j_nLa97U/TX_uFJC-M3I/AAAAAAAAE_s/1gHYLBQHbDk/s1600/P1010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Kitchen Witch, Owlina Stewpot, has chosen her  magical cookbook, "Cooking in Oz" to find the perfect spell to send Martha,  Winkle, Henry D, and Beakman to the &lt;a href="http://lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts.blogspot.com/2011/03/countdown-to-oz-day-2.html"&gt;OZ PARTY&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd-j_nLa97U/TX_uFJC-M3I/AAAAAAAAE_s/1gHYLBQHbDk/s1600/P1010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd-j_nLa97U/TX_uFJC-M3I/AAAAAAAAE_s/1gHYLBQHbDk/s400/P1010036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584443835057845106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hmmmm...I think these "Witch Mint Squares" will do  the trick!" smiles Owlina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gcIDCVJgTk/TX_uQIcydSI/AAAAAAAAE_0/mtwjtXWDi50/s1600/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gcIDCVJgTk/TX_uQIcydSI/AAAAAAAAE_0/mtwjtXWDi50/s400/P1010029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584444023876252962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Whatcha doing, Owlina?" asks Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"My dear, I am cooking up a marvelous magical Ozzie  dessert! One bite and you and your friends will be on your way to OZ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBhOK88EtEU/TX_ufxttwoI/AAAAAAAAE_8/CYTmuiCIRfE/s1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBhOK88EtEU/TX_ufxttwoI/AAAAAAAAE_8/CYTmuiCIRfE/s400/P1010001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584444292651139714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"YUM! I smell something GOOD!!! Is it ready?"  drools Henry D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"No, not yet...it needs to bake in the oven," says  Owlina. "Beakman, come over here, my little Bedbug, and slide down the spatula  and stomp out the air bubbles in the batter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yes, Sir!" squeaks Beakman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"HENRY D! STOP digging through the trash!" scolds  Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wdduW4MwGc/TX_urJrk1BI/AAAAAAAAFAE/frwU1xV881k/s1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wdduW4MwGc/TX_urJrk1BI/AAAAAAAAFAE/frwU1xV881k/s400/P1010014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584444488063177746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The cake batter has to bake for 15 minutes. Henry  D. is SURE more clocks will make the time go Faster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W83P488T8Mw/TX_u3zme1cI/AAAAAAAAFAM/dssni0qcTFo/s1600/P1010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W83P488T8Mw/TX_u3zme1cI/AAAAAAAAFAM/dssni0qcTFo/s400/P1010028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584444705474532802" border
