<?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-1650083436532896594</id><updated>2012-01-18T14:37:19.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Silly Family Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A Blog of Sweet Alta, Cute Chloe, Beautiful Jenna and a Mom trying to make a difference.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-813965083325965707</id><published>2011-03-04T01:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:23:34.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refinishing a toy chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We were given a nice sturdy Disney toy chest for Alta many, many years ago... okay probably 9 years. It has made several moves, held lots of toys and stuff. It has become very beat up and scratched. I still need it for Jenna's toys, but it was too scratched up to enjoy. I came across a blog that discusses refinishing furniture, thanks to Cheryl Hunter. The site is... &lt;a href="http://allthingsthrifty.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; I got inspired, so I decided to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First find inspirational fabric.. fabric is limited here in Stephenville, so I found the best I could. (I wanted it done yesterday, to hide all her toys.) The fabric with batting will make a nice soft top so it could not only help with clutter, but provide little spot to sit and ponder the wonders of the world to a toddler. Second find a matching spray paint. The website recommended Krylon spray paint because it sprays and looks the nicest finished. It also recommends you prime with Kilz spray primer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is the before picture.. I had already primed the very front... It had a similar pooh picture as the top but just covering the entire front. The primer covered it nicely after 3 coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580117124412387122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Di27j9OCTPw/TXCO9b2srzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5KZBhb3ryQo/s320/christmas%2Band%2Bcrafts%2B205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the finished product with 3 coats of watermelon Kryon paint, batting and fabric stapled to the box. I was pleased that the spray paint dried in 10 min. I really did this in one days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjY6Pq1a_Ic/TXCOcgNB46I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DBuP3jUizHQ/s1600/christmas%2Band%2Bcrafts%2B206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580116558644110242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjY6Pq1a_Ic/TXCOcgNB46I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DBuP3jUizHQ/s320/christmas%2Band%2Bcrafts%2B206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580115957862366226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2NH89BHo-I/TXCN5iHf_BI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VNSqSog10a8/s200/christmas%2Band%2Bcrafts%2B207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580229743735269874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qF_Y-fxYThc/TXD1Yvho6fI/AAAAAAAAAcg/e2IHA38yYC4/s320/Jenna%2Benjoying%2Bown%2Bspace%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FawVYO8oKjc/TXCNcOOVD2I/AAAAAAAAAcA/HEae6DswiLA/s1600/christmas%2Band%2Bcrafts%2B208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580115454306094946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FawVYO8oKjc/TXCNcOOVD2I/AAAAAAAAAcA/HEae6DswiLA/s200/christmas%2Band%2Bcrafts%2B208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a toy box I am happy to have in my girls room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenna has already enjoyed sitting on top. She gets all excited that she can climb on top and have her own spot to sit. So fun and easy. Every little bit of toy management is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now lets fill it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1650083436532896594-813965083325965707?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/813965083325965707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=813965083325965707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/813965083325965707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/813965083325965707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/refinishing-toy-chest.html' title='Refinishing a toy chest'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Di27j9OCTPw/TXCO9b2srzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5KZBhb3ryQo/s72-c/christmas%2Band%2Bcrafts%2B205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4517992643270495441</id><published>2010-12-17T17:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:46:11.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make a paper Christmas Star</title><content type='html'>For this project we used 8x11 card stock, but can be done with regular paper. (In fact it is probably easier) You will  need 6 pieces of paper, some scotch tape, and a stapler. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551783939862645890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvmFCU7TII/AAAAAAAAAY0/qqy6RPVBSck/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551783947752858530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvmFfuGY6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/XwddVyjnT9o/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551783951062597234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvmFsDM_nI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-WT6zb2c4DY/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551783952665031074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvmFyBQMaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FEphGKZLPlI/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal is to make a folded square piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine a line from the open point to the folded edge dividing the triangle in 1/2. Next you will be cutting from the folded edge towards the point/ imaginary line, making 4 cuts down each side as shown in pics totalling 8 cuts all together. Do not have the cuts pass the imaginary line( leave about 1/4 inch of space)&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&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551788141442871218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvp5mbtr7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/832LmPIw0yQ/s320/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25286%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551788136095774306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvp5Sg3dmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/q2mjJ21v7FA/s320/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551788134165014562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvp5LUiaCI/AAAAAAAAAZU/T9DrgRNFX68/s320/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25288%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space between the cuts are approx 1/2 inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the fun part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open the paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551791101736529234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvsl6YuLVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/mq3AXWMmimQ/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25289%2529.JPG" /&gt;See the center square, 2 corners of the inside square are attached to the rest of the paper and there are 2 corners that have been cut. Pull those 2 points together and tape them. I kind of rolled the paper to mold it into a cylinder to help it stay circular.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551793056256823138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvuXrirD2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k2P5oqNxiLI/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252811%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next,&lt;strong&gt; turn the paper over&lt;/strong&gt;, grab the next set of flaps and you will staple them together or if the stapler doesn't fit, you can tape it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551794491995936578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvvrQFjV0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/51mwCpUwAuc/s320/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252812%2529.JPG" /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;flip it&lt;/strong&gt; back over and attach the next flaps. Go back and forth till it is all stapled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551796860576170818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvx1HvFg0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/aBZcZom6RmA/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252814%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551796864345965138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvx1Vx4AlI/AAAAAAAAAac/q0oRSAjjK0g/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252815%2529.JPG" /&gt; You will need to make six of these or just use one as a decoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you attach them together. The sides are just stapled to each other, and then the bottom points will be stapled together. I find it easiest to make sets of three and then attach the two halves together as shown in the following pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551799315492364722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQv0EBAt4bI/AAAAAAAAAak/TJhhR0ibswQ/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252816%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551799317921122418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQv0EKDxyHI/AAAAAAAAAas/fnbXK1IoQYk/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252819%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551869860179717234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQw0OQc1rHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tPDAqp-Mjk8/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252820%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551869865836422578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQw0OlhgJbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZBdEayrJtFk/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252821%2529.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551869872298604594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQw0O9mNODI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9GXrwJDD0VU/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252822%2529.JPG" /&gt;Now to finish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staple the first top sides together, then the middle, then the bottom sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551873188474037666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQw3P_UCpaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uf1C27LEB9c/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252823%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551873190759613282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQw3QH09w2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/cOkxFUtzHak/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252824%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551873190493834114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQw3QG1mS4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/84YnerW0fgA/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%252825%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551873193185357682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQw3QQ3Tr3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ur0Z6afKqBU/s200/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;Voila! A large, beautiful, impressive, paper Star or Snowflake. Depends on your point of view. They are fun to make. Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-4517992643270495441?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4517992643270495441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4517992643270495441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4517992643270495441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4517992643270495441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-make-paper-christmas-star.html' title='How to Make a paper Christmas Star'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/TQvmFCU7TII/AAAAAAAAAY0/qqy6RPVBSck/s72-c/Making%2Bfancy%2Bpaper%2Bstars%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-837030614777663814</id><published>2009-05-16T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:16:32.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant with number 3, December 23rd</title><content type='html'>It is true.  We discovered a short while ago that Max and I are expecting number 3.  Now granted there was some shock value behind this, so much I was struck unfunctionable for a day.  I had just become accepting of having 2 beautiful girls, satisfied as one may say, finished trying for another, after 4 1/2 years of trying.  I was accepting what was before me, instead of my instinct.  Instead of my hubby's feelings there was one more.  I was ready to be happy with 2.  There were moments of... I can afford 2.  I can develop properly 2.  A moment of grateful I am not in the baby stages, and worried about our world, bringing one more into this greedy world.  One may feel 4 1/2 years of trying... and not being pregnant meant I was not able to be pregnant.  My ability was finished,  I need to be grateful I carried 2 beautiful children....... and beautiful they are.  They are the light of my life.  I love hearing their laughter, their discoveries, their delight in life.  I enjoy helping them overcome obstacles, helping them help others, and realize the world is bigger than you and I.  We are here to help others become who they need to become.&lt;br /&gt;As the paradigm has shifted in my eyes about the size of my family, excitement and awe has filled my life.  There is no doubt that this child is a gift from God.  A child He has decided needs to be in our family, a child I will get the privilege of rearing and helping and training to be raised to fulfill His plan.  I feel honored and very humble at this opportunity to, with my husband, bring another child of God into this world.  To discover with this child the abilities, strengths and weaknesses.  To help conquer obstacles and be triumphant!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had a little control over this aspect of my life, but I have come to realize I don't.  I am at the mercy of God in this avenue.  So through the nausea, messy house, tired days, hormonal, and very uncomfortable months, I get to experience a little miracle in creating life.  Cherishing the moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-837030614777663814?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/837030614777663814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=837030614777663814' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/837030614777663814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/837030614777663814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pregnant-with-number-3-december-23rd.html' title='Pregnant with number 3, December 23rd'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-2790678076572706913</id><published>2009-03-23T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:58:39.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Pancakes!!!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, i will never by instant pancake mix again.  These were so perfect.  Better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IHOPS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;This recipe gives you a pancake mix first (instead of Bisquick) as a bulk amount then you can pull from this when ever you want to make pancakes adding 2 eggs,  butter and buttermilk. (I never use buttermilk, I use regular milk putting reg white vinegar to curdle it a little, it works great!)&lt;br /&gt;Very easy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/instant-pancake-mix-recipe/index.html"&gt;http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/instant-pancake-mix-recipe/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-2790678076572706913?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2790678076572706913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=2790678076572706913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2790678076572706913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2790678076572706913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocking-pancakes.html' title='Rocking Pancakes!!!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3802858283294154056</id><published>2009-02-04T09:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:07:45.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, you may be next</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Kate. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;8 TV Shows or Movies I watch regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Wedding Singer-- Max and I love to relive the 80's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Pretty Woman- Love Julia Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. My Fair Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. The Bourne Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. The Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. Days of our Lives-- I know, I know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. CSI- Las Vegas -I still enjoy the science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Lord of the Rings Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Things that happened yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. I woke up with Chloe next to my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Alta got ready very well for school, right up out of bed, dressed before I can say a word. Great job Alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Chloe did her piano practice with out complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. I went to the bank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. I found a very fun kids learning store. They even have Madame Alexander Dolls. This matters because growing up we collected these dolls. They had the whole Wizard of Oz collection. Very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. I took Alta to a Dr.'s appt. She has lost 2 more pounds.. Dr isn't worried. I need to make sure she is eating healthier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. I talked to Lauren, Michelle &amp;amp; Tammy on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. I did dishes. Whoooo hooo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Favorite places to EAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1. Piatto Novo in Cuyahoga Falls, Sheridan Suites Inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2. Melting Pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;3. Cheesecake Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;4. Quiznos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;5. Chipotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;6. Olive Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;7. My Mom Dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;8. Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;8 things I am looking forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. warmer days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Our 10th anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. New car/ van/ SUV.. we cannot decide, but we need one pretty soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Being Out of Debt, we haven't used a a credit card in 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Being at a healthy weight, you wouldn't know it by my favorite places to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Playing the piano with out make mistakes or nervous in front of other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. I am with Kate on this one, The Second Coming of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. Having all my needs met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;8 Things on my wish list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1. To be warm, I am freezing right now. I need a blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2. For my dishes to be done. I get tired of doing the dishes, I did them yesterday and it keeps needing to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3. For Alta to not grump at me when I am helping her with school work. It makes me a little crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4. A new kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5. To be on a game show, I love Family Feud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;6. Max to get a promotion, but I am just extremely grateful my hubby has a good job at this time of recession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;7. Someone to organize my basement, so I don't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;8. To go on a cruise with my hubby to a warm exotic place.&lt;/span&gt;&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 People I tag.. lucky you..I would love to ready your responses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.kevnkoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://funwiththefranklins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy F.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://ourcambodianadventure.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://kimlis2008.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://wholovesmimi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://buckeye-nut-lover.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vicki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://kitchenfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jumpontheblogwagon.blogspot.com/"&gt;8. Amy M.&lt;/a&gt;&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/1650083436532896594-3802858283294154056?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3802858283294154056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3802858283294154056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3802858283294154056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3802858283294154056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-you-may-be-next.html' title='Tagged, you may be next'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-102782930836687935</id><published>2009-02-01T21:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:52:49.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Max is 39 Today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SYZbjNoUpbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lSyGhWSwAW0/s1600-h/Max%27s+39th+birthday+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298022672160302514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SYZbjNoUpbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lSyGhWSwAW0/s400/Max%27s+39th+birthday+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my husband. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am truly amazed at how much I love this man&lt;/span&gt;. He is a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kind &lt;/span&gt;and thoughtful person. I am so grateful for his &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;willingness&lt;/span&gt; to put up with me. He is a guy who has an intense devotional love for his family. He has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grown&lt;/span&gt; so much since I have met him. My husband is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quiet &lt;/span&gt;and usually &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deep in thought&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;. He loves to make people &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smile and laugh.&lt;/span&gt; He makes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;funny faces&lt;/span&gt;, and has a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;noise &lt;/span&gt;for everything. He can answer any &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; question regarding Rock and roll. If you want to know a word or artist to a song, he is your guy. We always play name that song or artist on 80's night. (He always wins, even on the one hit wonders) He loves space, and stars and rockets stuff, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NASA&lt;/span&gt; is the perfect job for him. He loves being a part of such a fantastic program. He works on their budget and database. He is an amazing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;computer geek&lt;/span&gt;. He can fix, find, create almost any program. His favorite pass time would be with his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; hanging out, or working on a project. He can be &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt;, but it just makes him that much more of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;softy&lt;/span&gt; afterwards. He is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; filled man who loves and worships Jesus Christ. He desires to continually increase his relationship with his Heavenly Father and knows it is searching through &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prayer &lt;/span&gt;he can discover the mysteries and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;truths&lt;/span&gt; of this Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SYZb_9mXFEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Z8EpEQ8cW_0/s1600-h/Max%27s+39th+birthday+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298023166073312322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SYZb_9mXFEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Z8EpEQ8cW_0/s320/Max%27s+39th+birthday+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rocken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;current &lt;/span&gt;birthday cake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; cup cakes are so in.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Max's Birthday interview:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could have one super-power, what would it be? Super &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Speedy&lt;/span&gt;, so I can get my work done quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was the last chore you did? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt; (that is his only inside chore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite song? "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Panama"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pride and Joy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Stevie Ray Vaughn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SYZjAx1k22I/AAAAAAAAAXg/wiJBiK70Rkw/s1600-h/Max%27s+39th+birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298030876677167970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SYZjAx1k22I/AAAAAAAAAXg/wiJBiK70Rkw/s200/Max%27s+39th+birthday+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you like to eat for lunch?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quizno's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Carbanera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the nicest thing you've done for someone in your family? I guess &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moved out&lt;/span&gt; of my mom and dads house. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Special date for my wife&lt;/span&gt;... gave her flowers at work and a special dinner. (I love those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;niceys&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;What makes you mad? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Child Abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where would you like to go on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; next year? To Disney World w/ children&lt;br /&gt;Who's the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smartest &lt;/span&gt;person in your family?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My wife&lt;/span&gt;- Absolutely! (I did not tell him to say this)&lt;br /&gt;How are you like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;? I am a people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing that Mom always says to you? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"How are those girls?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's one thing that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; always says to you? "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Catfish&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing that you and your Dad do together that you'll always remember? deer hunting&lt;br /&gt;If you had a million dollars, what's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; thing you'd buy? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know that Mommy and Daddy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you? I just do.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite breakfast food? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sausage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McMuffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; show? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M.A.S.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite vegetable? Corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What toy would you never give away? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Game Console&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite game? Fishing Frenzy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; game&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt;? The Book of Mormon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What food would you eat every day if you could? I like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose a different name, what would it be? Keep Max, I love my name.&lt;br /&gt;How do you like to wear your hair? Very short, but my wife doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;What's the scariest thing you've ever done? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flew to D.C.&lt;/span&gt; to meet a girl from online... that would me by wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; at any restaurant for the rest of your life, where would it be? T.G.I.Fridays, or Ruby Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite candy bar? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skittles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is that a candy bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your nickname?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (his sister), &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt; (his children), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mad Max&lt;/span&gt; (His H. S Friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you and your sister fight about? Can't remember the reasons, just that we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's under your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;? Dust Bunnies&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite holiday? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; or Easter, (I thought it would be Halloween.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the best present you ever got?Red white and blue &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bike&lt;/span&gt; with a banana seat. at 8 y.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298042900278576642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SYZt8pPihgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DTqUdk0sNS0/s200/Max%27s+39th+birthday+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1650083436532896594-102782930836687935?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/102782930836687935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=102782930836687935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/102782930836687935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/102782930836687935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/max-is-39-today.html' title='Max is 39 Today!!!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SYZbjNoUpbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lSyGhWSwAW0/s72-c/Max%27s+39th+birthday+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-2184233891354488494</id><published>2009-01-16T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:41:33.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>I got this list from sister in law, &lt;a href="http://wholovesmimi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I thought it gave some insight into who she is and want to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; for peace&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SXC3IrS0PxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6uPDVpQoBqo/s1600-h/flower+seed+packet.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291930921848815378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SXC3IrS0PxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6uPDVpQoBqo/s200/flower+seed+packet.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; in mouths &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; on eyelashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; a clean home and happy children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; for the silver lining most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;smell &lt;/span&gt;clean clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt; hide&lt;/span&gt; my imperfections (probably just from myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt; for forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; on sore feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt; very loud and off tune in my car with the stereo turned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SXC3qgHxPeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tp9XNqQOJjI/s1600-h/BMU_EMB_PressedforTime_Special.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do what I set my mind to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;yearn&lt;/span&gt; to give my children all that they need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;daydream&lt;/span&gt; about being financially set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to live a righteous life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; when my hubby cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SXC2ALrZ9RI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Y8S_vYgcY78/s1600-h/love+birds.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291929676411434258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SXC2ALrZ9RI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Y8S_vYgcY78/s200/love+birds.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;read &lt;/span&gt;the ticker tape on the news &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Max and cooking good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; what the future holds for our country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; people when I talk to them, usually on the arm or shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;hurt &lt;/span&gt;when I hear of children being abused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; to someday fit into a size 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; an egg with one hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; beef tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt; quit&lt;/span&gt; when I am done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;bathe&lt;/span&gt; my dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt; my soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;save&lt;/span&gt; coupons&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SXC3qgHxPeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tp9XNqQOJjI/s1600-h/BMU_EMB_PressedforTime_Special.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291931502965243362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SXC3qgHxPeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tp9XNqQOJjI/s200/BMU_EMB_PressedforTime_Special.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt; people when they are feeling sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss &lt;/span&gt;my college friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt; never to cook bacon naked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; a warm home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;don't have&lt;/span&gt; cool cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kiss &lt;/span&gt;my children on the bridge of their noses.&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/1650083436532896594-2184233891354488494?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2184233891354488494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=2184233891354488494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2184233891354488494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2184233891354488494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/insight.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SXC3IrS0PxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6uPDVpQoBqo/s72-c/flower+seed+packet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3864244356847736435</id><published>2009-01-10T16:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:33:42.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWkSt4ub6QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ujee-yj28j8/s1600-h/snow+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779816853924098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWkSt4ub6QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ujee-yj28j8/s320/snow+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes we are getting hit with lots of snow!!! It looks like 8 inches, by our ruler, and it is still snowing. We are in our warm home, playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, computer and watching movies. The girls decided to play in the snow... cute kids if I do say so my self.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWkS47qiJWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6jGHqg9cREI/s1600-h/snow+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289780006621422946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWkS47qiJWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6jGHqg9cREI/s320/snow+2009+002.JPG" 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;/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;Chloe found out that she can roll &lt;/div&gt;down our front steps.  &lt;div&gt;They loved the hot cocoa with whipped cream and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; that greeted them when they were ready to come in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289780269132814690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWkTINmIGWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PE7QlOI0poA/s320/snow+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&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/1650083436532896594-3864244356847736435?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3864244356847736435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3864244356847736435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3864244356847736435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3864244356847736435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-bunnies.html' title='Snow bunnies'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWkSt4ub6QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ujee-yj28j8/s72-c/snow+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-59361888772854825</id><published>2009-01-05T10:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:40:24.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Catch up!</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while and lots of fun things have passed, so I will catch up as much as possible. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom and Dad have returned home from their Cambodia mission. We enjoyed the early morning airport scene. They had a nice open house and enjoyed hearing about their experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Christmas gift was seeing Disney on Ice: The girls loved it!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287828573529888642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIkEk5o14I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Fqju1XqYejc/s320/christmas+2008+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIlBsMeujI/AAAAAAAAAUg/89JD3wtOKv4/s1600-h/christmas+2008+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287829623459985970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIlBsMeujI/AAAAAAAAAUg/89JD3wtOKv4/s200/christmas+2008+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIlNN35B7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/v1tV5OaiB6c/s1600-h/christmas+2008+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287829821478995890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIlNN35B7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/v1tV5OaiB6c/s200/christmas+2008+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIlarayxdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CsEhHdU01uQ/s1600-h/christmas+2008+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287830052748314066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIlarayxdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CsEhHdU01uQ/s200/christmas+2008+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also enjoyed Santa's work shop:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287831036394318130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWImT7yRqTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Mn0p6a8jS9M/s320/christmas+2008+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIoVIsqRrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/T_FopMOiGro/s1600-h/christmas+2008+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287833256063551154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIoVIsqRrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/T_FopMOiGro/s200/christmas+2008+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIoikOy57I/AAAAAAAAAVI/5lZFjSpfqx0/s1600-h/christmas+2008+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287833486792779698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIoikOy57I/AAAAAAAAAVI/5lZFjSpfqx0/s200/christmas+2008+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time with family this Festive Season, but forgot my camera for most of it.  Besides sharing the flu with many, it was truly a wonderful way to celebrate the Birth of Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-59361888772854825?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/59361888772854825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=59361888772854825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/59361888772854825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/59361888772854825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-catch-up.html' title='Christmas Catch up!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SWIkEk5o14I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Fqju1XqYejc/s72-c/christmas+2008+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6559430470946401570</id><published>2008-12-05T13:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:22:43.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Things I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a great family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a loving husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a warm home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Gospel Of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Scriptures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my husband having a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a new school that helps Alta realize her potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the spirit of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;good friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;repentance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sweaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my parents staying safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my sister returning from Egypt safely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pre- lite Christmas trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;food, specially turkey dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;good advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life Lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things I look forward to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Decorating our home with Christmas fun&lt;br /&gt;Baking Christmas Wreaths&lt;br /&gt;Decorating Christmas cookies&lt;br /&gt;Christmas music&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon/ orange potpourri on the stove&lt;br /&gt;Christmas pictures&lt;br /&gt;Buying the perfect gifts&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping and decorating these perfect gifts&lt;br /&gt;writing a Christmas card-- hopefully sending them out&lt;br /&gt;Greeting my parents after 18 months of having them in Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;driving around and looking at Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;Searching for Santas&lt;br /&gt;Teaching Chloe how to read&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Max under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;Teaching my children it is better to give than to receive&lt;br /&gt;reading the Christmas story on Christmas eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-6559430470946401570?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6559430470946401570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6559430470946401570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6559430470946401570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6559430470946401570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-season.html' title='I Love This Season'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-2496504412768285765</id><published>2008-11-12T09:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:12:03.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Pesticides</title><content type='html'>I appreciate all the responses in my flea conflict. I had googled what to do before anyone had responded, and it talked of soap and water. So I washed Lexi, letting the water get up to her neck, to drown all the fleas, I found 6 fleas in the bath water. I combed and blow dried her. I still had to quarantined her to the bath tub, because I still found live fleas on her after all that. She was not a happy dog not getting to go for rides in the car when ever we left, or play with her girls, or sleep with them at night. It was a hard time for her and us listening to her whelp. Max called the vet and they suggested Front line, to just pick up at the pet store. Max went and they were all out of Front line, but he picked up "Spot On"(a cheaper competitor) It is a chemical pesticide that is placed on the neck. I guess it worked because by the time I got home from work (because I don't work for the government and most people don't get Veterans day off), Max said he couldn't find any fleas on her. I had washed all the bedding and vacuumed all the areas she lays. So she is out of the quarantined bath tub, on her clean pillow, and we will see if there is a re infestation. I hope not. Only time will tell... approx 2 weeks. I wonder how safe these pesticides are for my family? If you have read my blog, or know me at all, you would know I hate bugs...not just fleas, not just spiders, any kind of bug. My question is will this chemical cause cancer in my children later on? I wonder if it is this like burning down the house to get rid of fleas, sure it does the job, but I wonder what I am left with? Just wondering.... in the mean time the girls are all back together.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267788405516400210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRrxpRa59lI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NogY-e3eqTs/s400/Alta%27s+photography+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-2496504412768285765?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2496504412768285765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=2496504412768285765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2496504412768285765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2496504412768285765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You Pesticides'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRrxpRa59lI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NogY-e3eqTs/s72-c/Alta%27s+photography+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3072770435430063902</id><published>2008-11-10T00:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:59:56.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleas!!!</title><content type='html'>Our cute Shih Tuz dog Lexi has fleas. Does anyone have a full proof way of getting rid of them?? I need help? Should I just get a collar, should I wash her with a special soap? What has helped anyone out there in the blogging world? What do I have to do to my home? I haven't noticed any around, just on her. She has a skin condition that makes her itch, but Saturday, Max saw a flea on her, so I don't know how long she has had them. My girls (or I ) don't want to play with her and her little doggie heart is breaking. What should I do to get rid of these nasty pests? This pic is before getting fleas.... they would sleep with each other all the time. Isn't this cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266901719870487458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRfLNX_GO6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/wl-s9w2uynI/s320/fireworks+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Now poor little Lexi is all alone.... actually she isn't allowed on any furniture or blankets or pillow except her own doggie pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Having Lexi for 2 1/2 years and this is the first flea problem, isn't too too bad.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRfM1xV1RpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/w7zCgt8ZRO0/s1600-h/Alta%27s+photography+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266903513383126674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRfM1xV1RpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/w7zCgt8ZRO0/s200/Alta%27s+photography+002.JPG" 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/1650083436532896594-3072770435430063902?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3072770435430063902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3072770435430063902' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3072770435430063902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3072770435430063902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/fleas.html' title='Fleas!!!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRfLNX_GO6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/wl-s9w2uynI/s72-c/fireworks+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-5723826592270007632</id><published>2008-11-07T11:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:22:03.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tagged</title><content type='html'>It was a few weeks ago that I got tagged, but I did not realize it. It was while I was away at a funeral in Utah. Sorry it has taken me so long, but I guess the rules of the game are this....&lt;a href="http://kimlis2008.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phyllis Kimmel &lt;/a&gt;tagged me and I am to go to my picture file click on the 4th folder and then cli&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRSJTkkkYtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uIFbIRPjqzo/s1600-h/BMU_EMB_PressedforTime_Special.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265984833630528210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRSJTkkkYtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uIFbIRPjqzo/s200/BMU_EMB_PressedforTime_Special.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ck on the 4th picture and post it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, one of my favorite pictures of Alta summer of '07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRSJTkkkYtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uIFbIRPjqzo/s1600-h/BMU_EMB_PressedforTime_Special.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265961156536796114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRRzxYhhg9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/qlEo12Ql8X0/s400/The+police+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't she a beautiful girl. I love her smile and the way she is looking at me. We were just goofing around with pictures one Sunday afternoon. Boy do I love this girl. She warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to tag 4 others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wholovesmimi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://walltowallwahls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4happygirls1luckyguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailymoose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-5723826592270007632?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5723826592270007632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=5723826592270007632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5723826592270007632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5723826592270007632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Picture Tagged'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRSJTkkkYtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uIFbIRPjqzo/s72-c/BMU_EMB_PressedforTime_Special.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-7450748760815575916</id><published>2008-11-05T14:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:00:08.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costumes... Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRH5_1TXqrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/he3CU_UpPR8/s1600-h/halloween+trick+or+treat08+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264314408217266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRH5_1TXqrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/he3CU_UpPR8/s400/halloween+trick+or+treat08+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it took me long enough...here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264664879920322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRH6UO6VdMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/h9MiTv9Tj4k/s320/halloween+trick+or+treat08+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265265029768178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRH6peOeaaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NPQnNEjV9Wc/s320/halloween+trick+or+treat08+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1650083436532896594-7450748760815575916?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7450748760815575916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=7450748760815575916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7450748760815575916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7450748760815575916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-costumes-finally.html' title='Halloween Costumes... Finally'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SRH5_1TXqrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/he3CU_UpPR8/s72-c/halloween+trick+or+treat08+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4523067654792626937</id><published>2008-10-20T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:16:51.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostly Ghost Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPyjob18vMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/w7YTeprt1mc/s1600-h/halloween+craft+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259258379926027458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPyjob18vMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/w7YTeprt1mc/s320/halloween+craft+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259258396042183458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPyjpX4VwyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/iwK1oeFocWo/s320/halloween+craft+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All one would need are a few simple things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheese cloth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cut into various sizes, depending on how big you want your spooky ghost.(you want the cloth to be bigger than the balloon, it needs extra length all around the balloon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Liquid starch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I looked all over and old faithful Walmart was the only store in the area to carry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balloons-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the size you would like your ghosts to be, I had a couple different sizes, I think a real small balloon/ ghost would be cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharpie marker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, black preferable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newspaper-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to protect the working surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;about 8 hours give or take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259258383397364082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPyjooxlIXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/r8HbXK7kU_o/s320/halloween+craft+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is.... 1st lay out newspaper, then blow up balloon to preferred size, I had a difficult time getting the balloon to stay still as I was working with it, so I got a canning lid hole side up and place the knot of the balloon into hole and slipped under edge of ring to hold it in place.  Then the weight of the cloth will set it in place.&lt;br /&gt;dump liquid starch into a flat container (a bowl was difficult to work with),&lt;br /&gt;take your cut to size Cheese Cloth open it to full size, then drench the cloth into the liquid starch.  Squeeze the extra starch out of cloth.  Carefully open to full size again and spread out the wet cheese cloth.&lt;br /&gt;Cover balloon, leaving fun floating cloth edges around the balloon on the table.&lt;br /&gt;This edging is what the finished product/Ghost stands on and give the ghostly spooky appearance.&lt;br /&gt;Then wait, constantly tell children to leave it alone. I did it at night time to minimize this last step and let it dry overnight.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, most of the cheese cloth was dry except for a thick part of the edging where it was folded.   I then drew a face on the ghost with the sharpie marker.  Cut the knotted side of the balloon (i did not want to pop it).  As the balloon shrank, it pulled away from the cheese cloth and Voila! A Ghostly Ghost. Place around the house to decorate or Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259258395321362210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPyjpVMe5yI/AAAAAAAAAO0/4oedGwnmPLw/s320/halloween+craft+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-4523067654792626937?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4523067654792626937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4523067654792626937' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4523067654792626937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4523067654792626937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghostly-ghost-craft.html' title='Ghostly Ghost Craft'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPyjob18vMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/w7YTeprt1mc/s72-c/halloween+craft+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3021336450050311527</id><published>2008-10-19T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:34:03.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPukDrimdSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fDwsuIGLDSk/s1600-h/Haunted+forest+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258977373019600162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPukDrimdSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fDwsuIGLDSk/s400/Haunted+forest+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sure had a nice time at the haunted forest in the Carlyle Reservation.    It is free of charge, and that means lots of people.  They moved us along quickly, but there were some roadblocks.  Especially at the pumpkin patch and the scary haunted houses along the path.  It was really neat to see 300 carved lighted jack-o-lanterns suspended above a pond.  The reflections in the water made it seem even more pumpkins than there were.  There was also a spinning bridge called the Vortex.  It gave such an optical illusion that even Chloe loved it and wanted to do it over and over.  It was a bridge that went through a tunnel that was spinning, as you entered the tunnel the inside was painted with florescent paint and had a black light illuminating the decor.  You seriously had the feeling the bridge was turning over.  I had to hold onto the railing half way through.  Very fun.  Through out the trail were several haunted homes, some were "friendly" some were "scary"  I was glad they let you know before entering to determine what child would enjoy.  It seems Alta loved the scary, Chloe not so much, we kept her out of the scary houses.  Chloe was a little nervous with the fluorescent hanging plastic skeletons along the trail.  She held her daddy's big hand to keep her safe.&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice spending some time with Christine and her kids.  We were so excited to have them visit.  I realize how nice it is to be with family and share time with them.  Thanks for making the trip, and spending time with us.  We loved it!!&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/1650083436532896594-3021336450050311527?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3021336450050311527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3021336450050311527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3021336450050311527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3021336450050311527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-sure-had-nice-time-at-haunted-forest.html' title=''/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SPukDrimdSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fDwsuIGLDSk/s72-c/Haunted+forest+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6990974104329886395</id><published>2008-10-03T12:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:14:09.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>I enjoy the crisp of air, the newness of school, the new colors of red, orange, and yellow, as the trees turn from green to color. I love having my windows open and fresh air through the house. I am finding I enjoy fall weather more and more. I am in process of changing my home from summer fun to the cooler months. We did the inevitable clean out the garage, organize all the garden tools and lawn toys, putting to the back of the garage. It is definitely a season of change. Change is a good thing, it keeps us on our toes, gives us variety (which is the spice of life), and allows us to focus and remember what is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-6990974104329886395?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6990974104329886395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6990974104329886395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6990974104329886395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6990974104329886395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4876301997281099701</id><published>2008-09-24T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:40:58.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we have been in school for a few weeks.  Lots of new things going on, but can anyone give me hints as to how to do all this homework and soccer and church and dinner and yard and dishes and bedtime and  and and..etc.....  I have a child who has a  difficult time doing homework every afternoon.  I am having challenges.  She is grumpy, hyper, and irritated at this time of day and it doesn't get better later on.  Plus she has things to do in the evening so this is the only time to do homework.  I try to stay happy, positive focus on getting it done.  Today she had a soccer game needing to be there at 5:40, we started homework, 4:10, she did not stay on task.  I had told her from the beginning homework first.  It must be done or she will not be able to play at her soccer game.  5:30 rolls around.  She is not done(this is after many reminders). I called her soccer coach and told her the situation and if and when she comes she will come to support the team but not play. After this transpires she threw such a royal fit, seriously more than I have ever seen her throw, screaming at the top of her lungs in frustration.  I sent her to her room to cool down, explaining that if she finishes her homework she could go to the game, but will not play.  (I am amazed I kept my cool and "responded" not "reacted" to her) After 5  or so minutes of cooling down she came directly out of the room to the table and finished rather rapidly.  There were only 20 mins left in the game when she got there but, she sat on the sides with the team, but did not play. &lt;br /&gt;I am searching for help... suggestions,... ideas that have helped you with challenging children to do homework.  I love this child, but hate the attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-4876301997281099701?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4876301997281099701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4876301997281099701' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4876301997281099701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4876301997281099701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/homework.html' title='Homework!!!!!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-5267743193699254519</id><published>2008-09-03T10:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:15:26.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Grade</title><content type='html'>Alta did go back to school. We are going to a new school this year.  So far I love the attitude and environment she is in.  I know when she feels comfortable in a place she will excel and feel more confident.  Today when I was dropping her off, she said "Mom, I am glad I am going to this school. I like it a lot better." I got all happy inside, because I want her to love school and learning.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241828423901081106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SL63LdwrbhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/K9hZGO42fK4/s400/Back+to+school+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-5267743193699254519?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5267743193699254519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=5267743193699254519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5267743193699254519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5267743193699254519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/3rd-grade.html' title='3rd Grade'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SL63LdwrbhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/K9hZGO42fK4/s72-c/Back+to+school+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-1523987761249133069</id><published>2008-09-02T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:29:34.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew I am glad last week is over!</title><content type='html'>I can get back to normal with Max healthy and back to work.  He had some chest pains that really resembled heart problems and with his family history we did not want to take any chances.  We worried all week that "something" was going on.  There is only one way to know if he is having a heart attack, by doing a cardio gram, which includes a catheter inserted into his superior vena cava (ie. major leg vein) placing a dye into all the arteries and with Xrays looking at all the arteries in the heart to see if there are any blockages.  Well after hearing all the possibilities Max and I were pretty worried.  We were very grateful for doctors who knew what to do and was willing to be quick.  (allowing minimum time to worry)  With all the nervousness, prayers, and well wishing the procedure was quick.  The cardiologist said he is all clear and looks great!!!  Well even after the procedure and we got home (after 4 hours of laying down) he still complained of a chest pain... I looked at him and said you can have all the chest pains you want.... I now know it isn't a heart attack.  What a relief.  Maybe you shouldn't play the Wii  for a while. wink wink.  We are glad everything is okay.  ...sigh of relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-1523987761249133069?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1523987761249133069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=1523987761249133069' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1523987761249133069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1523987761249133069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/whew-i-am-glad-last-week-is-over.html' title='Whew I am glad last week is over!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-8026990981207381538</id><published>2008-08-25T10:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:28:34.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easing the burden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SLLAo51iyGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_G-M0LAusiI/s1600-h/MJO_FloralSpringtime_Emb_Flwr-tulip.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238461125538007138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SLLAo51iyGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_G-M0LAusiI/s200/MJO_FloralSpringtime_Emb_Flwr-tulip.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; amazed&lt;/span&gt; at how people make all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; of sticky situations. My family had a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slight&lt;/span&gt; CRISIS yesterday and I am so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for people helping and serving. Not that I like being at the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hand of service&lt;/span&gt;, but it always &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amazes&lt;/span&gt; me of how willing people are to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;step up&lt;/span&gt; and help. It made EVERY aspect of our situation less burdensome. I again understand why Christ has asked us to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; our neighbor and help &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ease&lt;/span&gt; the burdens of others. It makes challenging situations easier to bear. I hope that I am able to serve and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"pay it forward&lt;/span&gt;" being aware of others&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; every&lt;/span&gt; need and help ease their&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; burdens&lt;/span&gt;. I appreciate all the prayers, visits, calls, food, babysitting and help. Wow I am overwhelmed with&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; gratitude&lt;/span&gt;.  THANK YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-8026990981207381538?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8026990981207381538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=8026990981207381538' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8026990981207381538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8026990981207381538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/easing-burden.html' title='Easing the burden'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SLLAo51iyGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_G-M0LAusiI/s72-c/MJO_FloralSpringtime_Emb_Flwr-tulip.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-282303585735171996</id><published>2008-08-13T13:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:02:25.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SKMcyRSzfvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IOfpFuUVkUg/s1600-h/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234058841895960306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SKMcyRSzfvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IOfpFuUVkUg/s400/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://kevinkoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt; has introduced me to some awesome cookie recipes. She truly has a knack for great recipes and loves to bake. She is on a quest for the ultimate cookie. In her expedition she came across Jacque Torres. He is quite famous and has 3 gourmet cookie stores in New York City. On her visit there she went to try one out for herself. Loving it, she researched and found how to duplicate his cookie. Here is my attempt to follow the directions. I have to say a few things that really made this cookie the ultimate to me is using chocolate discs instead of chips. I, like Treeni, got the Hershey bliss chocolate candy and using a sharp knife sliced them in 3rds making thin discs of chocolate. This technique has the chocolate laying flat through out the cookies in layers ooey gooey chocolate then layer of cookie and then another layer of chocolate in the same bite. I like the texture this provides as I bit into the cookie. The thing that I did was also use the milk chocolate bliss, and mixed the two chocolates. So there is to have different intensities to the chocolate. All semi chocolate seems too much and all milk chocolate seemed not enough... so I mixed them in the same cookie. The other technique I learned from this recipe is to allow the cookie dough to meld together in the refrigerator for 24 hours. This really allowed all the flavors to penetrate the cookie dough leaving an even more flavorful cookie. When I tasted the cookie I immediately enjoyed the vanilla. It was more powerful in flavor than my other recipes have been. I believe this is due to the refrigeration process. Here is the recipe for all to try and delight over. Who knows maybe you could be the next Jaques Torres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SKMmpkisQhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JV_xY8onPmY/s1600-h/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234069687560323602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SKMmpkisQhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JV_xY8onPmY/s200/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Alta enjoying the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;Published: July 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Jacques Torres &lt;a name="secondParagraph"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 45 minutes (for 1 6-cookie batch), plus at least 24 hours’ chilling&lt;br /&gt;2 cups minus 2 tablespoons&lt;br /&gt;(8 1/2 ounces) cake flour&lt;br /&gt;1 2/3 cups (8 1/2 ounces) bread flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 sticks (1 1/4 cups) unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups (10 ounces) light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup plus 2 tablespoons (8 ounces) granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons natural vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 pounds bittersweet &lt;a title="More articles about chocolate." href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/subjects/c/chocolate/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier"&gt;chocolate&lt;/a&gt; disks or fèves, at least 60 percent cacao content (see note)&lt;br /&gt;Sea salt.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sift flours, baking soda, baking powder and salt into a bowl. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;2. Using a mixer fitted with paddle attachment, cream butter and sugars together until very light, about 5 minutes. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Stir in the vanilla. Reduce speed to low, add dry ingredients and mix until just combined, 5 to 10 seconds. Drop chocolate pieces in and incorporate them without breaking them. Press plastic wrap against dough and refrigerate for 24 to 36 hours. Dough may be used in batches, and can be refrigerated for up to 72 hours.&lt;br /&gt;3. When ready to bake, preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or a nonstick baking mat. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;4. Scoop 6 3 1/2-ounce mounds of dough (the size of generous golf balls) onto baking sheet, making sure to turn horizontally any chocolate pieces that are poking up; it will make for a more attractive cookie. Sprinkle lightly with sea salt and bake until golden brown but still soft, 18 to 20 minutes. Transfer sheet to a wire rack for 10 minutes, then slip cookies onto another rack to cool a bit more. Repeat with remaining dough, or reserve dough, refrigerated, for baking remaining batches the next day. Eat warm, with a big napkin.&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 1 1/2 dozen 5-inch cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Disks are sold at &lt;a title="More articles about Jacques Torres." href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/t/jacques_torres/index.html?inline=nyt-per"&gt;Jacques Torres&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate; Valrhona fèves, oval-shaped chocolate pieces, are at Whole Foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-282303585735171996?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/282303585735171996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=282303585735171996' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/282303585735171996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/282303585735171996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/cookies.html' title='COOKIES!!!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SKMcyRSzfvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IOfpFuUVkUg/s72-c/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-8375591763045727153</id><published>2008-07-29T14:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:35:16.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9gg2BtELI/AAAAAAAAANM/5ZKo25HU8l4/s1600-h/sunset+g708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228503809775177906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9gg2BtELI/AAAAAAAAANM/5ZKo25HU8l4/s400/sunset+g708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9gWvPCTqI/AAAAAAAAANE/erXQ-YgEtUU/s1600-h/Suset+A708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228503636153355938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9gWvPCTqI/AAAAAAAAANE/erXQ-YgEtUU/s400/Suset+A708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9fDCSGd9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/C8EFCe8eq0M/s1600-h/sunset+708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228502198157473746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9fDCSGd9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/C8EFCe8eq0M/s400/sunset+708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9g7DR8ovI/AAAAAAAAANU/akmdNppqv1o/s1600-h/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228504260009566962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9g7DR8ovI/AAAAAAAAANU/akmdNppqv1o/s320/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cute clean fun beach house. I loved being on the top deck! Great place to read, tan, sit at night with hubby and enjoy the relaxing sound of waves. I like the colors of the house. I think I will paint my kitchen to match. White cabinets and robin egg bl&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9h5sLYT1I/AAAAAAAAANc/skJkAGkPgpY/s1600-h/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228505336139763538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9h5sLYT1I/AAAAAAAAANc/skJkAGkPgpY/s320/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ue walls. Nice reminder of the beach.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9iTM20ZbI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ckch5_15ugo/s1600-h/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228505774408623538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9iTM20ZbI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ckch5_15ugo/s320/Sunset+Beach+NC+7,2008+038.JPG" 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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all had a fantastic time.  Loved it!!! Sure would love to share it with all.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-8375591763045727153?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8375591763045727153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=8375591763045727153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8375591763045727153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8375591763045727153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-vacation.html' title='Our Vacation'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SI9gg2BtELI/AAAAAAAAANM/5ZKo25HU8l4/s72-c/sunset+g708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-7453638567369317317</id><published>2008-07-09T11:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:51:08.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta's Pixie cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SHTeAGFUMqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HbkmcUVhWKw/s1600-h/Alta+pixie+cut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221041961243521698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SHTeAGFUMqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HbkmcUVhWKw/s400/Alta+pixie+cut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution to the no bangs and no pony tail.... a Pixie cut.  She loves her short hair. Very Sassy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-7453638567369317317?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7453638567369317317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=7453638567369317317' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7453638567369317317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7453638567369317317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/altas-pixie-cut.html' title='Alta&apos;s Pixie cut'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SHTeAGFUMqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HbkmcUVhWKw/s72-c/Alta+pixie+cut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-1641249470805889124</id><published>2008-07-07T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:47:35.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SHI0-XfO_2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TN1xCMbgp2Q/s1600-h/piano+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220293164137381730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SHI0-XfO_2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TN1xCMbgp2Q/s400/piano+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began piano lessons when I was 8 years old. I played all through high school. I have always loved music. My mom said I wouldn't nurse as a baby unless classical music was playing in the background. I often play Brahms loudly in my car and conduct it to myself as I am driving. Classical piano music fills a place inside of me that is rarely touched. It can be so powerful and peaceful and enriching all at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am no where near in talent able to play to this extreme. I would love to increase my talent to that point, but it will take me many, many years. I have to restart and relearn things I have forgotten, but that will be done quicker, as I now have a piano in my home. I got the piano from a dear lady who was ready to get rid of her piano. There is a web site that I use that is free and people put on the list of things that they are in need of, or want to get rid of. The site is freecycle.com it is in most major areas. I placed and ad "wanted piano", and about a month later this lady emailed me saying she was ready to give her piano away and was wondering if I was still interested. Of course I was and got movers there as soon as I could. It just happened they had an opening on my birthday. Happy for me!!! The moment I got it I cleaned it. It had a lot of dust in all the wood work and the keys are yellow with tape on them. I got to scrape that off and give the piano a little love. One key sticks and a few need more pressure to hear the sound, and of course needs tuned, but I have a piano and I can play it. I got a beginner book to learn the basics for Alta. She has had one lesson and is practicing every day. Chloe is right with her in wanting to play. Here are some videos of Chloe playing. Unfortunately there is no sound, but it is a joy none the less. The first one she doesn't know I am there and she is singing at the top of her lungs.  The second one she is replaying peter peter pumpkin rhyme I played for her earlier.  She said to me mom I can play the "man eating a pumpkin song".  Notice as she crosses her hands. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af1c9f4f3cf4f2c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1641249470805889124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=1641249470805889124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1641249470805889124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1641249470805889124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday-present.html' title='My Birthday Present'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SHI0-XfO_2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TN1xCMbgp2Q/s72-c/piano+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4075189421697331058</id><published>2008-06-28T19:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:00:34.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Their own Style??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SGbMjgLAY7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zNgwcYjr5wc/s1600-h/Alta%27s+photography+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217082128658883506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SGbMjgLAY7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zNgwcYjr5wc/s400/Alta%27s+photography+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now as you look upon this adorable smiling face... please note the short bang area... Yes it is true. Both of my girls decided they did not want bangs anymore, so what did they do? You guessed it, they cut them off. Chloe's hair not nearly as short as Alta's in the following picture. Where did they get the scissors???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217082758102119938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SGbNIJB99gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/i2H17q0kpQE/s400/Alta%27s+photography+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture of Alta's no bang idea. She cut off as close to the scalp as possible.  This was done using school scissors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217082984148753570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SGbNVTHr3KI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-tfuOMyXZfk/s400/Alta%27s+photography+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Did they get in trouble? YOU BET!! They both did, but this is not the first offence for Alta. Notice she is the one not smiling. As you look further down just above her chin, you will notice she also cut the side almost exactly as she did when she was 3 years old. That was when her Aunt Mimi fixed it. Where is Mimi when you need her?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217083997922142978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SGbOQTuGKwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5C8VFoT8lAs/s400/Alta%27s+photography+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of Chloe's now bangs.  It is too late to go get these fixed tonight, they will get to sport these hairdo's for church tomorrow.  What to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-4075189421697331058?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4075189421697331058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4075189421697331058' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4075189421697331058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4075189421697331058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/their-own-style.html' title='Their own Style??'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SGbMjgLAY7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zNgwcYjr5wc/s72-c/Alta%27s+photography+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6402410504351430930</id><published>2008-06-26T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:42:52.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Candy</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Susan I  found this site that is giving away &lt;a href="http://starvingartistamps.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog-candy-and-winner-announced.html"&gt;free blog candy&lt;/a&gt;.  Go check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will win?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-6402410504351430930?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6402410504351430930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6402410504351430930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6402410504351430930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6402410504351430930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-candy.html' title='Blog Candy'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-148031501571865997</id><published>2008-06-25T09:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:18:45.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am officially non cool. My 8 year old has used this phrase.... OH SNAP!! Now I thought I was pretty up on trendy words, but this one caught me by surprise. I did not quite know what it meant. I asked her does that mean you need to hurry. She looked at me as if I was clueless... which I was. "No, Mom" I then said did you say that because you did not mean to do something...."No Mom". I guess it means.. oops I forgot and need to go do it, "&lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;" Alta said. I asked Max if he had heard it before. Sure honey. He tells me that Raven one of the Cheetah girls says this. He is way cooler than I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me of my father. Now my father is a good man, but loves to mess with people...... when I was a teenager, I remember my dad snapping his fingers and saying Damn with a shake of the head, frequently. Usually to me or one of the kids when we were wanting to do something or want something, and he did not feel we should go or have it. Now the snap was not immediate, it was after we started whining and complaining that we were not going to get what we wanted. Now being the good little girl (non swearing teenager) I mimicked the snap, with out the Damn. My brother David and I would do this on any occasion that would allow it, to each other. This would constitute usually me wanting something from David, him not giving it to me, snapping his fingers at me, ending with me punching his arm and us laughing. So as one can see, this phrase... Snap really can have different meanings, Right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now after that memory lane... I am going to go back to my little world where I get to be the parent and snap at my children. But still not be cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215823166901732642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SGJTiSJuRSI/AAAAAAAAAME/A0UqjNHNviY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-148031501571865997?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/148031501571865997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=148031501571865997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/148031501571865997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/148031501571865997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/snap.html' title='Snap!!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SGJTiSJuRSI/AAAAAAAAAME/A0UqjNHNviY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-900242405750069705</id><published>2008-06-16T23:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:05:49.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day recipes link</title><content type='html'>I have had a request that I give the recipes... they are all on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the links... ENJOY THE FLAVORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_159001,00.html"&gt;Couscous stuffed chicken with kalmata olives, sundried tomatoes and feta cheese&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_24255,00.html"&gt;Blueberry scones with lemon glaze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/02/apple_dumplings/"&gt;Apple dumplings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TASTING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-900242405750069705?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/900242405750069705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=900242405750069705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/900242405750069705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/900242405750069705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-recipes-link.html' title='Father&apos;s Day recipes link'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3013378230274717770</id><published>2008-06-16T01:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:25:15.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFX585HYvLI/AAAAAAAAALM/5nNs5SmEsjc/s1600-h/fathers+day+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212346968270486706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFX585HYvLI/AAAAAAAAALM/5nNs5SmEsjc/s400/fathers+day+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love father's Day. It is a great opportunity to show extra love and service to the wonderful men in my life. My cute husband is an amazing man that has taught me more about love than I ever thought was imaginable. He knows how to love unconditionally. He is very attentive and enjoyable to be around. It is amazing how hard he has worked this past year improving his life, attitude and habits. He is a great strength and support to me. I am grateful he is the father of my children and they get to call him dad. He is in every sense of the word. Thank you, Max, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Max was awakened to a breakfast in bed, (of course after moving sleeping Chloe out of the way...) Blueberry scones with lemon glaze and a fruit smoothie. Of course there was bacon on the side. He loves bacon.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYAj0VYB9I/AAAAAAAAALc/1NKZPpD127A/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2008+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212354234071648210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYAj0VYB9I/AAAAAAAAALc/1NKZPpD127A/s200/Father%27s+Day+2008+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353884852868162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYAPfZIVEI/AAAAAAAAALU/T5mqMhygao8/s200/Father%27s+Day+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For dinner he asked that couscous be included..... so not only was it included but it was the show stopper. I made him couscous stuffed Chicken breasts with sun dried tomatoes, Kalamata olives and Feta Cheese. He loved it. I have to say it was rather yummy. Thanks to Food network recipes.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYBiRjhKCI/AAAAAAAAALk/Bm2Q5gcmt8Y/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2008+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212355307067484194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYBiRjhKCI/AAAAAAAAALk/Bm2Q5gcmt8Y/s320/Father%27s+Day+2008+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These flavors together were very complimentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then finished the day full of calories with an awesome, but very simple apple dumpling recipe. Its sauce is nothing but butter sugar, vanilla and mountain dew... yes you read correctly mountain dew. My hubby loves his mountain dew, so when I read this recipe from the pioneer woman's web site I knew Max &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYC0MFCALI/AAAAAAAAALs/15FD59WK3to/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212356714346709170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYC0MFCALI/AAAAAAAAALs/15FD59WK3to/s200/Father%27s+Day+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would have to try it. It Rocked!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I cannot end this posting about Father's Day with out mentioning my other favorite man in my life.... my Dad. I have no recent pi&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYD4BN1PVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2-2JD0f9EGM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212357879661935954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFYD4BN1PVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2-2JD0f9EGM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cs of him but this is the last digital picture I have of him before he went to Cambodia for his mission.  I sure have been missing my parents lately, but I do know they are serving the Lord and helping those humble people in Phenom Pen.  My dad is a happy man who loves to tease tease tease.  He is a devoted man not only to God, but to his family and service.  He has taught me more about how to serve with out expecting anything in return.  He has been a great example of hard work and perseverance, even when times are not ideal.  It is because of him and the love and life he has shown me that has laid the foundation of who I am and my life.  Thanks Dad!!! I love you. &lt;/p&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/1650083436532896594-3013378230274717770?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3013378230274717770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3013378230274717770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3013378230274717770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3013378230274717770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SFX585HYvLI/AAAAAAAAALM/5nNs5SmEsjc/s72-c/fathers+day+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6242027986899662506</id><published>2008-06-09T23:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:47:07.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SE33fA3EqII/AAAAAAAAAK0/qw9lQarFYDA/s1600-h/Michaels+Bday+and+others+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210092456116529282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SE33fA3EqII/AAAAAAAAAK0/qw9lQarFYDA/s400/Michaels+Bday+and+others+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Mikes 35th birthday&lt;/span&gt; Saturday. Michelle and I went to Columbus to take Mike to Lunch. We had a nice time at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don Pablos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Other than him being tired, cuz we woke him up to be there... he works 3rd shift. )&lt;/span&gt; We sure enjoyed the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; PART..TAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(from Barn Yard movie)&lt;/span&gt; Mike is a hard worker that enjoys his solitude. He&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; loves&lt;/span&gt; his many sisters that love to love him... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully he did not feel picked on or at but just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; his life and birth to our wonderful family. I did get him to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; smile&lt;/span&gt; at a few of my jokes... especially my bowling. Any of you who knows Mike would know he is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great bowler&lt;/span&gt;. I asked his high score it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;268&lt;/span&gt;. WOW. I asked him if he ever plays on a league. He doesn't due to the hours he works. I told him I probably average around 83 points.... I then asked him if he would be on my team. He just smiled and said in is insignificant way.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt; Here are some pics of the group. (please note the GQ pose of my cute hubby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Michae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SE34CcWZzpI/AAAAAAAAALE/eT4ZVX-5ghA/s1600-h/Michaels+Bday+and+others+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210093064791117458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SE34CcWZzpI/AAAAAAAAALE/eT4ZVX-5ghA/s320/Michaels+Bday+and+others+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SE33uFaObKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pYbgc7ckfCA/s1600-h/Michaels+Bday+and+others+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210092715035749538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SE33uFaObKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pYbgc7ckfCA/s320/Michaels+Bday+and+others+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1650083436532896594-6242027986899662506?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6242027986899662506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6242027986899662506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6242027986899662506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6242027986899662506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-mike.html' title='Happy Birthday Mike'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SE33fA3EqII/AAAAAAAAAK0/qw9lQarFYDA/s72-c/Michaels+Bday+and+others+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-5017390037621918905</id><published>2008-06-03T11:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:51:06.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVlocDoMuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OMhpiQpa8Mg/s1600-h/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207680289524429538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVlocDoMuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OMhpiQpa8Mg/s400/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVnIHaKzkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0d6BY1WDhfk/s1600-h/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207681933249269314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVnIHaKzkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0d6BY1WDhfk/s200/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVm0eFcvNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aGYXWIGZeEw/s1600-h/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207681595738995922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVm0eFcvNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aGYXWIGZeEw/s320/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memorial Day in the eyes of Max is good for one thing and one thing only.... fishing, okay maybe two things appreciating our veterans. Our weekend consisted of both. Max got the opportunity to teach Alta how to fish. Her second cast was perfect. Max said it was in her genetics, from both sides... Max and my dad, both loving to fish. Unfortunately she did not catch anything but weeds, but she liked it and is looking forward to the next fishing trip.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVnwItMpPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8G5TYRrKnG4/s1600-h/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207682620792284402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVnwItMpPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8G5TYRrKnG4/s200/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+089.JPG" border="0" /&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/1650083436532896594-5017390037621918905?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5017390037621918905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=5017390037621918905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5017390037621918905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5017390037621918905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/fishing-with-dad.html' title='Fishing with Dad'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SEVlocDoMuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OMhpiQpa8Mg/s72-c/memorial+Day+and+fishing+08+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4496383343843397341</id><published>2008-06-02T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:49:24.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you prepared??</title><content type='html'>In church today it was announced that in August there will be an extreme shortage of wheat and rice and pasta.  That these items are going to cost a crazy amount of money.  Due to the devastating storms in the Eastern Hemisphere and the high gas prices throughout, there will be a worldwide shortage of wheat, rice &amp;amp; pasta for at least 1 full year as of August. How is your food supply? Stock up now.  The prophets have warned us to have a year supply of food so we can be self reliant during these times of struggle.  It has been said that is will happen overnight and if you are not prepared you will not have enough.  I have been working on a food supply but not nearly what it needs to be.  I encourage all to have food storage now.  When the need is there everyone will need it and the time to prepare is gone.  The stores will be empty.  Take care of your families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-4496383343843397341?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4496383343843397341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4496383343843397341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4496383343843397341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4496383343843397341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-prepared.html' title='Are you prepared??'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-7543321247903405759</id><published>2008-05-18T17:54:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:12:56.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCpT96ypDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TurVkiclMtU/s1600-h/Alta%27s+Baptism.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201843730116682802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCpT96ypDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TurVkiclMtU/s400/Alta%27s+Baptism.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCmzN6yo9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/pbcTX2aVeeU/s1600-h/Altas+Baptism+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201840968452711378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCmzN6yo9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/pbcTX2aVeeU/s320/Altas+Baptism+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCnJ96yo-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pgjB_9-1egk/s1600-h/Altas+Baptism+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201841359294735330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCnJ96yo-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pgjB_9-1egk/s320/Altas+Baptism+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who participated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all your help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a wonderful spirit there that we all enjoyed. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCoZd6ypBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/twTF2h2QUs0/s1600-h/Altas+Baptism+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201842725094335506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCoZd6ypBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/twTF2h2QUs0/s200/Altas+Baptism+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCn0t6yo_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Z1z9Z8pUkkg/s1600-h/Altas+Baptism+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCo-96ypCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WMKSOGHpDa4/s1600-h/Altas+Baptism+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201843369339429922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCo-96ypCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WMKSOGHpDa4/s200/Altas+Baptism+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201842424446624770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCoH96ypAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1lHol9oQWpY/s200/Altas+Baptism+005.JPG" border="0" /&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/1650083436532896594-7543321247903405759?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7543321247903405759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=7543321247903405759' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7543321247903405759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7543321247903405759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/altas-baptism.html' title='Alta&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SDCpT96ypDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TurVkiclMtU/s72-c/Alta%27s+Baptism.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6240056414148951018</id><published>2008-05-15T23:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:57:13.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuckie cheese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz6396yo3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NjN-qERcfPc/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200807509126980466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz6396yo3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NjN-qERcfPc/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alta gets to choose a special activity every time she achieves the honor roll, which has been every quarter this year so far. We are very proud of her. She loves to take a friend with her to enjoy the celebration of good grades. We just got to take care of two birds with one stone, because it also is her birthday. Great planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200808153372074898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz7dd6yo5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/yr9yLYaD74o/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200807869904233346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz7M96yo4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pcvclzIP07A/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&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/1650083436532896594-6240056414148951018?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6240056414148951018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6240056414148951018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6240056414148951018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6240056414148951018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/chuckie-cheese.html' title='Chuckie cheese.'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz6396yo3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NjN-qERcfPc/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4249216497268892907</id><published>2008-05-15T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:05:58.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta's 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz25t6yo1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/a-dXyL2VORA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803141145240402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz25t6yo1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/a-dXyL2VORA/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you could have one super-power, what would it be? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Invisible&lt;/span&gt; so I can go through walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was the last chore you did?picked up my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite song? I Am A Child Of God, Hannah Montana- Nobody's Perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you like to eat for lunch? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peanut butter and jelly&lt;/span&gt; sandwich, chips, chocolate cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the nicest thing you've done for someone in your family lately?read a story to Chloe when she was feeling bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes you mad? When Chloe pulls my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where would you like to go on vacation next year? To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disney World&lt;/span&gt;, Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's the smartest person in your family? Alta-Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you like Mommy? Both Brown eyes and nice smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is Mommy? 37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is Daddy? 38&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's one thing that Mommy always says to you? "Out of all the 8 year olds in the whole world, How come I got the best one....It must be a perfect plan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's one thing that Daddy always says to you? "I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's one thing that you and Daddy do together that you'll always remember? playing games &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you had a million dollars, what's the first thing you'd buy? Baby Alive..wiggle and wet model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one we have isn't current enough. It is so last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know that Mommy and Daddy love you? I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite breakfast food? Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite TV show?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Man Vs Wild&lt;/span&gt;, Scooby Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite vegetable?Cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What toy would you never give away? my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big white bear&lt;/span&gt; that was given to her on her 1st birthday by her Great Grandma Gay. She loves that bear. It brings her great comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite game? Clue Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite book? anything, She loves to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What food would you eat every day if you could? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could choose a different name, what would it be? Coocoo Noonoo, okay Lauren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you like to wear your hair? one pony tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the first thing you want to show your friends when they come to your house? my bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the scariest thing you've ever done? Watched the movie Jumanji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is your room messy or clean? Clean, but the bed needs made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could eat at any restaurant for the rest of your life, where would it be? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T.G.I.Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite candy bar? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reese's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your nickname? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boo, Allie, Pumpkin, sweet baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What do you and your sister fight about? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sharing my toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's under your bed? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monsters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she is such a scardey cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite holiday? Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the best present you ever got? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my ears pierced&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz3Dt6yo2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/9LRkKgc27ZA/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803312943932258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz3Dt6yo2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/9LRkKgc27ZA/s320/016.JPG" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was soooo excited to get her ears pierced.  Huge grin.  Mom finally did something right.  I will need this marked down in the record books.&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/1650083436532896594-4249216497268892907?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4249216497268892907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4249216497268892907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4249216497268892907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4249216497268892907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/altas-8th-birthday.html' title='Alta&apos;s 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/SCz25t6yo1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/a-dXyL2VORA/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-1863228045736139456</id><published>2008-04-01T20:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:26:14.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloes Birthday Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R_LXcKWuUmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EUdK7lsOGoY/s1600-h/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184442999872836194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="275" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R_LXcKWuUmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EUdK7lsOGoY/s320/200.JPG" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw on another blog, this interviews of the Birthday person, so I thought I would do the same. Chloe has turned 4 years old. My baby is no longer a toddler, but a preschooler. She has grown up so much, she knows what she wants and will do what it takes to get it. She really seems to be aware of "following Jesus." Such a soft little heart. She loves her family and grandparents. She is really into anything PINK and loves horses. Right now she plays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;webkinzs&lt;/span&gt; on the computer and enjoys playing in her toy room. At night she can be found smack dab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; Max and I. It is a rare night I don't wake up to her in our bed. She often spends her day dancing and singing and playing with Lexi our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tuz&lt;/span&gt;. Besides eating, her favorite time of the day is the time to pick up Alta from school. She loves playing with Alta. She is a joy to have in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could have one super-power, what would it be? Flying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was the last chore you did? helped with cleaning off the dinning room table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite song? I Am A Child Of God&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to eat for lunch? Chicken Nuggets&lt;br /&gt;What's the nicest thing you've done for someone in your family lately? getting a blanket for Alta to help her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sophiacorbridge.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/19/img_46321.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What makes you mad? Stormy Weather&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to go on vacation next year? To Disney World&lt;br /&gt;Who's the smartest person in your family? Alta&lt;br /&gt;How are you like Mommy? We both have curly hair and brown eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is Mommy? maybe 16? (Please don't make me go back to those teen years!!)&lt;br /&gt;How old is Daddy? 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's one thing that Mommy always says to you? "I love you" and "How come you are so cute?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's one thing that Daddy always says to you? "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing that you and Daddy do together that you'll always remember? Lay in bed together and read scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;If you had a million dollars, what's the first thing you'd buy? Another glass piggy bank (it got broke last week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know that Mommy and Daddy love you? You give me hugs&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite breakfast food? eggs, chocolate milk, pancakes&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite TV show? Little Einsteins and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R_LXbqWuUlI/AAAAAAAAAII/_pxDMRPFsBI/s1600-h/fireworks+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184442991282901586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R_LXbqWuUlI/AAAAAAAAAII/_pxDMRPFsBI/s320/fireworks+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite vegetable? broccoli&lt;br /&gt;What toy would you never give away? my bike&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite game? Guess Who&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite book? Dora the Explorer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What food would you eat every day if you could? eggs&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose a different name, what would it be? Danielle&lt;br /&gt;How do you like to wear your hair? two braids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the first thing you want to show your friends when they come to your house? my pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the scariest thing you've ever done? Watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scoobyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; turn into a ware wolf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is your room messy or clean? Clean&lt;br /&gt;If you could eat at any restaurant for the rest of your life, where would it be? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; Cheese and of course.. McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite candy bar? Strawberry Granola Bars&lt;br /&gt;What's your nickname? Co co, Stinker, Sweet heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you and your sister fight about? when she takes my toys.&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed? nothing, dust&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite holiday? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;What's the best present you ever got? My picnic table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-1863228045736139456?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1863228045736139456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=1863228045736139456' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1863228045736139456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1863228045736139456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/chloes-birthday-interview.html' title='Chloes Birthday Interview'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R_LXcKWuUmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EUdK7lsOGoY/s72-c/200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6910402862399463327</id><published>2008-03-20T10:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:17:39.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R-KX66WuUhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pyUPkTe3U84/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179869559782265362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R-KX66WuUhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pyUPkTe3U84/s320/Jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This being the passover week, I remember ,as a child, the wall in our kitchen adorn with pictures of Christ and what happened each day of this week. I try and remember on each day what Christ went through many many years ago. Beginning with Sunday being P&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R-KbFaWuUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RTS_m8Ax-G8/s1600-h/Christ+burial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179873038705775170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R-KbFaWuUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RTS_m8Ax-G8/s320/Christ+burial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alm Sunday, Christ riding a humble donkey enters Jerusalem across palm leaves laid down on the ground to the sacrifice in the Garden of Gethsemane to Thursday being the trial of Christ, tomorrow being Friday as the day Christ was scourged, crowned with thorns and crucified, and entombed. Saturday being the day Christ's spirit is forming the spirit world, and then on the third day, Sunday, Christ body is reunited with his spirit and is Resurrected. Christ lives again, even today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179870032228667938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R-KYWaWuUiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iYruunZ0EYw/s320/article-image-who-is-jesus-christ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful to know of the true meaning of Easter. I know that Christ was resurrected. I know that we too will be able to follow in His footsteps and be resurrected. This resurrection is His free gift to us. I feel a great peace knowing of his ultimate love and sacrifice for me. I am overwhelmed as I read and learn of how great His sacrifice and pain actually was, I am humbled that He would do such a task, even to someone such as I. I am eternally indebted and grateful to Him for loving me so much as to prepare a way I can return and live with him once again. This knowledge brings me great joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R-KYoaWuUjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bs3s394RYj0/s1600-h/OH+JERUSALEM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179870341466313266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R-KYoaWuUjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bs3s394RYj0/s320/OH+JERUSALEM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we prepare this week for Easter remember the real meaning behind the celebration and for a moment in time reflect on what you are doing to show gratitude for this sacrifice and gift he has given to you, ETERNAL LIFE.&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/1650083436532896594-6910402862399463327?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6910402862399463327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6910402862399463327' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6910402862399463327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6910402862399463327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/passover-week.html' title='Passover Week'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R-KX66WuUhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pyUPkTe3U84/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4919644308061809028</id><published>2008-03-09T19:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:04:01.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In like a Lion out like a Lamb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R9R2BEh4XcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TOln4b-ngi0/s1600-h/snowdrifts.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175891632523337154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="88" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R9R2BEh4XcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TOln4b-ngi0/s200/snowdrifts.com" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so we totaled 16 inches of snow in two days. I would have called it a blizzard, but I guess the winds weren't fast enough, though it was windy. The hot chicken noodle soup and hot chocolate I made was perfect for the snow plower named... Max and snow angel Alta (having fallen into a large drift covering her head, but was rescued by her dad). To keep us entertained during this long few days Max had rented some different Wii games and we watched an older movie Space Jam, from my own collection. I made a great caramel popcorn recipe I got off another blog to enjoy with the movie... It rocked and it was quick. Here is the recipe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R9R3p0h4XdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M-cVPiBJc_Q/s1600-h/chocolate_carmel_popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175893432114634194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R9R3p0h4XdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M-cVPiBJc_Q/s200/chocolate_carmel_popcorn.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tri &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;'s popcorn (&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;aramel, &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ashews, &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hocolate)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In sauce pan melt 2 sticks of butter. Add 2 cups brown sugar, 1/2 cup corn syrup, and 1 tsp salt. Bring to a boil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove from heat and stir in 1/2 tsp baking soda and 1 tsp vanilla. It will become foamy and rise. Cook 3 bags of microwave popcorn. Remove old maids. In a very large bowl pour the caramel over the popcorn. Add 1 can of cashew halves, and a bag of milk chocolate chips after stirring the caramel over the popcorn. Let cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Don't forget to brush your teeth after such a sticky treat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was a nice treat to end such a snowy day. &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/1650083436532896594-4919644308061809028?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4919644308061809028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4919644308061809028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4919644308061809028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4919644308061809028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-like-lion-out-like-lamb.html' title='In like a Lion out like a Lamb...'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R9R2BEh4XcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TOln4b-ngi0/s72-c/snowdrifts.com' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6964506508407346161</id><published>2008-03-04T11:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:41:37.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it spring yet???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R817GPVbSsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LoOmzYcfc3E/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173926894044400322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R817GPVbSsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LoOmzYcfc3E/s200/tulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what is different about this year, but I am really ready for spring. Yesterday in the 61 degree sunny weather day has made me tired of the COLD gloomy days. Today is a cold gloomy rainy day and I am ready for spring!!!!! I saw a robin outside my door 3 weeks ago, I thought spring must be around the corner, no... just 6 more inches of snow and I thought where is my robin? Sunday it was warming up and sunny, I saw my robin with another robin.... My heart smiled thinking spring is coming... but now back to ice storms and snow. I never thought I got the "winter blues", but yesterday I felt so much better and happier in the warm sun. I know weather has an affect on my emotions. I am ready for spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-6964506508407346161?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6964506508407346161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6964506508407346161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6964506508407346161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6964506508407346161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/isnt-it-spring-yet.html' title='Isn&apos;t it spring yet???'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R817GPVbSsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LoOmzYcfc3E/s72-c/tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4579806915485222888</id><published>2008-02-14T15:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:24:50.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is my Valentine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R7SrjVzqiuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G84bUOyxPCA/s1600-h/VRA_Barbara_WordArt_LoveToLoveYou_SPECIAL.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166943296138414818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R7SrjVzqiuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G84bUOyxPCA/s200/VRA_Barbara_WordArt_LoveToLoveYou_SPECIAL.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found these fun questions on a favorite blog of mine.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is your man?...... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How long have you been together? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; for almost &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How old is your man? 38&lt;br /&gt;3.Who eats more? Max. He has a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; great&lt;/span&gt; appetite, when he likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Who said "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you"&lt;/span&gt; first? Max did. He typed it, in russian and it came across in english as we were chatting online, he in MI and me in DC. I was not quite ready to return it at that time.&lt;br /&gt;5.Who sings better? I would have to say me, and that is not very well.&lt;br /&gt;6.Who's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Older&lt;/span&gt;? Max, 5 months and 1 day&lt;br /&gt;7.Who's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smarter&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;, no question.&lt;br /&gt;8.Who's temper is worse? It depends, but usually Max's temper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.Who does the laundry? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt; usually... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it is in the basement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.Who does the dishes? Me.. Max sometimes emptys the dishwasher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.Who's feet are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt;? Max's size 13 feet. He has very &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long finger-like toes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.Who's better with the computer? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Absolutely&lt;/span&gt; Max. He better be, it his Bachelors degree.&lt;br /&gt;13.Who &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mows&lt;/span&gt; the lawn? Max most the time. I've done it two or three times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.Who pays the bills? Usually &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Max initiates&lt;/span&gt; it, but we do it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.Who &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cooks&lt;/span&gt; dinner? Lately Me, but Max makes a mean chicken and rice dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.Who drives when you are together? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Max prefers to drive&lt;/span&gt;, but his driving &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drives me crazy&lt;/span&gt;. When I have had enough, I take over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.Who pays when you go out to dinner? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Max always pays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.Who's the most &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt;? Is there any question here? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME!!&lt;/span&gt; I should say I have more of an opinion than he, but if he cares he usually trumps me.&lt;br /&gt;19.Who is the first one to admit when they're wrong? Definitely Max, he is always first to say he is sorry. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is good at that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;20.Who's parents do you see more? Right now Max's since my parents are on a mission in Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;21.Who named your dog? Me. Once again, I cared he did not.&lt;br /&gt;22.Who &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kissed&lt;/span&gt; who first? I kissed him, the first time we met (after chatting for a month.) I thought he was too shy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;23.Who asked who out? He &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;asked me out&lt;/span&gt; first... to meet in Toledo at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Botanical Gardens&lt;/span&gt; for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;24.What did you do on a real date? Walked around the Botanical garden&lt;br /&gt;25.Who's more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;? I am more sensitive. I cry more, more emotional. He is aware of others, and seems more attentive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.Who is taller? Max is 8 inches taller.&lt;br /&gt;27.Who has more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;? That's debatable, we seem to have equal, but I am more social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.Who has more siblings? Me, 4 sisters and 2 brothers. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Max has one sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;29.Who wears the pants in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;? We both do. I asked Max he said He did, but then he changed to we both do, I thought I did and then changed it to both, so I guess it seems to depend on what t&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R7SoalzqisI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AW1yVQYRBLE/s1600-h/fireworks+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166939847279676098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="245" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R7SoalzqisI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AW1yVQYRBLE/s400/fireworks+21.JPG" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he topic is... I would rather say... we compliment each other nicely.&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/1650083436532896594-4579806915485222888?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4579806915485222888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4579806915485222888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4579806915485222888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4579806915485222888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-is-my-valentine.html' title='Who is my Valentine?'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R7SrjVzqiuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G84bUOyxPCA/s72-c/VRA_Barbara_WordArt_LoveToLoveYou_SPECIAL.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-573733989471357450</id><published>2008-02-11T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:19:41.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmon and Potato Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R7B1dFzqirI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K0NVsGMBh6Q/s1600-h/Salmoncakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165757915229489842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R7B1dFzqirI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K0NVsGMBh6Q/s400/Salmoncakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this recipe on Yahoo. I made it Sunday and it was a huge hit!! My children loved it, my husband ate 3 cakes. He is not a fish lover. He said how can it be bad with potatoes in it? He then said "I forgot how much I liked Salmon." This comes from a man who is very particular about what enters his body, not calorie- wise, but content- wise. I swear he needs to be a food critique. Here is the recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons cooking oil&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 pounds baking potatoes, peeled and sliced thin&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoons salt&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, grated&lt;br /&gt;1 pound skinless salmon fillets&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon fresh-ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;4 scallions, white bulbs only, chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons chopped fresh dill&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon red or white wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup cooking oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound mixed salad greens&lt;br /&gt;1 lemon, cut into wedges (optional)&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition Info&lt;br /&gt;Per Serving&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 623 kcal&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 40 g&lt;br /&gt;Dietary Fiber: 6 g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 39 g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 30 g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 4 g&lt;br /&gt;About: &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/help/recipeinfo/nutritioninfo.aspx"&gt;Nutrition Info &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by: &lt;a href="http://www.esha.com/"&gt;ESHA Nutrient Database &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cooking Directions&lt;br /&gt;Brush the bottom of a large deep frying pan with 1 tablespoon of the oil. Put the potatoes in the pan and sprinkle with 1/2 teaspoon of the salt. Top with the onion and then the salmon. Sprinkle another 1/2 teaspoon of the salt and 1/4 teaspoon of the pepper over the salmon. Add the water to the pan, cover, and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer until the salmon and potatoes are done, about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Remove the salmon and flake. Drain the potatoes well and put in a medium bowl. Add the cream and mash, leaving the potatoes fairly chunky. Add the salmon, another 1/2 teaspoon of the pepper, the scallions, and 2 tablespoons of the dill. Form the mixture into eight cakes; they needn't be perfectly symmetrical or smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Wipe out the frying pan. Add 1 tablespoon of the oil and heat over moderately high heat. Add half the salmon cakes to the pan and brown well on both sides, about 5 minutes in all. Drain on paper towels and repeat with another tablespoon oil and the remaining salmon cakes.&lt;br /&gt;In a medium glass or stainless-steel bowl, whisk together the mustard, vinegar, and the remaining 1 tablespoon dill and 1/4 teaspoon each salt and pepper. Add the remaining 1/4 cup oil slowly, whisking. Add the greens, toss, and put on plates. Top each salad with two salmon cakes and a lemon wedge.&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 4 servings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-573733989471357450?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/573733989471357450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=573733989471357450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/573733989471357450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/573733989471357450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/salmon-and-potato-cakes.html' title='Salmon and Potato Cakes'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R7B1dFzqirI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K0NVsGMBh6Q/s72-c/Salmoncakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-347858244483163644</id><published>2008-02-08T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:41:25.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got carded</title><content type='html'>I was delighted that in the middle of casual shopping, I was carded.  What  a compliment. Let me explain.... My husband sent me to the wonderful Walmart at 10:30 pm (I love going to the store with out children!!) Our furnace fan was squeeking and needed oiled so we could sleep soundly... Well I thought I would pick up a few things while there.  I was just enjoying the music on my Ipod and was listening to it around the store, that was just about to close, so I quickly went to the department, got the lubricant, picked up TP and a loaf of bread for the morning.  As I was checking out I continued to listen to my music, thinking I have done this many times and could do it with limited communication.  The checker was new with an assistant helping her.  She scanned the items: first bread, second  WD 40, third TP.  As she was scanning the TP she looked at me and asked if I was over 18 yo.  I took out one ear phone and said yes with a puzzeled look, thinking she was just teasing.  I saw her holding Toliet Paper knowing I did not need to be 18 to purchase TP.  The assistant encouraged her to get my ID.  I had it, luckly, and questions "For buying toilet paper? Why?  I reassured her I was 18, but felt complimented that she would think I wasn't.  She informed me the ID was for buying WD 40.  I paid her and off I went laughing that someone thought I was under 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think how sad it is that this has to happen with house hold products.  I must enjoy my innocent little world, not realizing how the world around me is changing.  I would never had thought of abusing WD 40, or spray paint or anythings like that for that matter.  I, once again, got a small glimps of a world trying to "feel good"  with crazy things because they are so empty with purpose and meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-347858244483163644?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/347858244483163644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=347858244483163644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/347858244483163644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/347858244483163644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-carded.html' title='I got carded'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-7377967339277991865</id><published>2008-01-29T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:10:17.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A time I wished my digital camera was working....</title><content type='html'>Last night my cute little family decided to eat out.  Due to the fact that I haven't grocery shopped in a few weeks, and still did not get to it.  We decided to try a different place, which ended up being T.G.I. Fridays.  They have a good kids menu, nice variety.  I had my children circle the picture they wanted for dinner.  (Something to keep them busy) Chloe saw the picture of ribs and thought it was hot dogs, so she circled it.  When I reviewed what they wanted I informed her it was not hot dogs, but  spare ribs.  She said she wanted them.  I told her she will have to eat them if that is what she chooses, there is no changing her mind (which she is notorious for).  She said she will...  When we got the food, I cut up the 5 ribs, she sat there quietly eating every rib down to the bone with sauce all over her face and hands.  She has never sat so still and ate so well.  She usually takes a few bites then moves on to something else, busy, busy.  Not last night.  I got a cute cell phone pic of the event, but I'm not willing to use Internet  off cell phone. ( I learned my lesson when we down loaded Christmas pic from our cell phone... 4 pics cost me $250 in  phone bill.  The price of a nice digital camera)  So if you see me and want to see the pic or a short little video about it just ask, I'll show ya.&lt;br /&gt;We were calling her "little ribblette"  last night, she did not like that very much.  But she sure like those spare ribs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-7377967339277991865?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7377967339277991865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=7377967339277991865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7377967339277991865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7377967339277991865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-i-wished-my-digital-camera-was.html' title='A time I wished my digital camera was working....'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6527390811156719832</id><published>2008-01-08T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:18:39.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gremhogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;• Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;• Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog, as we all want to know them.&lt;br /&gt;• Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.• Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I was asking my husband what was weird about me he went on and on....I had to stop him and of course comment in defense of some answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The first one being... I blew a fuse yesterday by running the dishwasher, toaster oven, and computer, with the lights on all on the same fuse around 1:30pm. I wouldn't flip the fuse breaker. I waited for Max to come home. at 5:30pm. He says this is weird... to me perfectly normal. Now there is a complete explanation about why... The breaker is in the basement. I have a very weird phobia about basements, I avoid them pretty much at all costs. I can't explain it. The other reason i did not flip the breaker is going to be my #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I really hate insects, especially spiders and bees. I will seriously go out of my way to avoid being next to a spider (spiders live in basements, at least our basement). They just really freak me out. I know I know "they" say spiders are all around me and I don't even know it, "they" also say you eat so many spiders in a life time(possibly as one sleeps). Well I guess my love for sleep trumps my phobia because I don't seem to have a hard time sleeping, or maybe I just don't believe the rumor. Now I am pretty sure bees bother me because I was swarmed by black hornets as a child and I just did not enjoy that experience. Yet I did survive the attack, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) When I was single, I lived in DC. I loved to exercise!!! I would get such a high trying to find a great place to run. My favorite spot was going from the Capitol building to the Lincoln Monument and back. It was only a 4 mile jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Unlike most people who met their husbands at college, or through friends, I met my husband in an Internet chat room. I don't recommend this to anyone there are too many crazy people. I just got very lucky... actually very blessed. We will be having our 9th anniversary in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)I changed my major several times while attending BYU. As a freshman I was a political science major, that was only one semester since I really did not understand my philosophy class. Then I changed to Business Management. I studied that for about 2 years, but one semester as I was bored out of my mind in the accounting class wishing I was studying the cadaver in my elective anatomy class, a light bulb went on that maybe business wasn't my thing. So again I changed to an Agriculture Biology which then was fine tuned into Zoology. And I graduated with a BS in Zoology 12/1995. My father was glad I finally graduated. I then went on to specialize in Dental Hygiene, which I completed at Howard University in D.C. 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. )I love a great thunderstorm. I love watching lighting streak across the sky. I love watching heavy rain fall. I love counting between lighting and thunder to determine the distance to the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)I love playing games, I could play games all the time. Some would say I am very competitive. I would correct them to saying I like to play well and correctly. My dad says I cheat. I am not one to cheat except one time. It was past 1AM, I was playing Euchre, I was tired and wanted to go to bed and the tournament was going on forever. It needed to end. So I made sure it ended.&lt;br /&gt;I think we should put together a game night every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to those who are to be tagged.... the list is limited as to the fact I don't know anyone elses blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://christinescrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sticksnstone.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://walltowallwahls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jumpontheblogwagon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mythoughtsabouttheworld.blospot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://buckeye-nut-lover.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dizzychicken.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-6527390811156719832?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6527390811156719832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6527390811156719832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6527390811156719832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6527390811156719832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged...'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3994758096218028307</id><published>2008-01-07T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:14:03.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R4I6y2jXiWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wbo2KoA4x0o/s1600-h/fall+2007+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152745568976996706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R4I6y2jXiWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wbo2KoA4x0o/s400/fall+2007+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEA!! Chloe is finally out of diapers completely.  She is staying dry at night time.  She is becoming such the big girl.  We are very excited for her...  No matter that we will not be buying diapers anymore.  Very big step for the Gay family.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday being the first Sunday of the year, in primary, everyone gets to change classes.  Before church usually my children are a challenge to get out of bed, well yesterday I said "who is going to be a sunbeam today?"  Chloe popped right up with a huge smile on her face and said "I am a sunbeam, I don't have to go to the baby class anymore."  She has a yellow flower dress, she wanted to wear because it was her "sunbeam" dress.  Very exciting day for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me, being the Sunbeam teacher, had a realization as I was introduced to all the new sunbeams how young they are at the beginning of the year. (especially because one child just turned a young 3 y.o. in Dec., while Chloe turns a mature 4 y.o. in April, ) My teaching method last years sunbeams changed as they grew through the year.  Sunday as I was teaching I realized I needed to resort back to a younger method, I felt a little unprepared as I was coming to the end of my prepared lesson and still had 20 minutes to go.  Jen and I played get to know you games.  It was a good reality check back into improv time.  I don't think the kids knew, but I will be more prepared next Sunday.&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/1650083436532896594-3994758096218028307?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3994758096218028307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3994758096218028307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3994758096218028307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3994758096218028307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-day.html' title='Big Day!!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R4I6y2jXiWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wbo2KoA4x0o/s72-c/fall+2007+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-675508094355266184</id><published>2008-01-03T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:43:12.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well off to school we go so early this year!  Alta had a rude awakening this morning as she tried to get up this morning.  The vacation has gone quickly as we have been from Michigan to Zanesville to Cleveland between 10 days.  It was great to see all of the family.  Christmas was extra special as we got to celebrate in our own home this year.  What ever we had to wake up the children at 8:30, they were excited once they realized what day it was.  I got an awesome Ipod Touch this year, I am listening to it as I blog.  It is great having some music back in my life, although I am feeling when I listen to it I block out the world.  I don't know if I like that so much.  I have realized that as I listen I can have one ear phone in and the other out, so I can still hear children and things.  I feel better as I do this since I still have the same responsibility.  I love good music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-675508094355266184?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/675508094355266184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=675508094355266184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/675508094355266184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/675508094355266184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6454499559215313536</id><published>2007-12-05T15:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:27:33.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEYnzaCBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8RTJXb8Dgmk/s1600-h/The+girls+telling+santa+what+they+want.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140582320714680338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEYnzaCBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8RTJXb8Dgmk/s400/The+girls+telling+santa+what+they+want.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEZHzaCCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yg0Aq-6Z93c/s1600-h/The+girls+making+wooden+toys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140582329304614946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEZHzaCCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yg0Aq-6Z93c/s400/The+girls+making+wooden+toys.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEZHzaCDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gz4Gppx89ec/s1600-h/santas+Workshop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140582329304614962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEZHzaCDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gz4Gppx89ec/s400/santas+Workshop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEZXzaCEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HmFdMBmBzY4/s1600-h/chloe+with+Charlie+Brown.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140582333599582274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEZXzaCEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HmFdMBmBzY4/s400/chloe+with+Charlie+Brown.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEZXzaCFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JCvZbgT_pko/s1600-h/max+with+the+abominble+snowman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140582333599582290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEZXzaCFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JCvZbgT_pko/s400/max+with+the+abominble+snowman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were given tickets to this Santa's workshop in Kirtland. They got to sit on Santa's lap and make wooden toys with the elves, and lots of fun train sets and Christmas Trees all around. They had these figurines of fun Christmas movies. As you can see the Abominable Snowman from Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer movie, behind Max. There was also a wagon ride pulled by Clydesdale horses around this park to see Christmas lights, some of different nursery rhymes. It stopped at the stables and there were pony rides. We of course had to ride the pony. Chloe loves horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140583403046439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cFXnzaCHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/d372723MdOk/s400/Chloe+and+the+pony+ride.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140583398751471714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cFXXzaCGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eIwAnpbHR3M/s400/Alta+riding+a+pony.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-6454499559215313536?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6454499559215313536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6454499559215313536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6454499559215313536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6454499559215313536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/santas-workshop.html' title='Santa&apos;s Workshop'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R1cEYnzaCBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8RTJXb8Dgmk/s72-c/The+girls+telling+santa+what+they+want.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-1747301125967020561</id><published>2007-11-18T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:17:52.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shoes for my baby girl!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R0C3ImIkWHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wycHAaZOfSQ/s1600-h/pinkbabyshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134304933505685618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="373" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R0C3ImIkWHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wycHAaZOfSQ/s400/pinkbabyshoes.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a cute little story about Chloe. For the past 2-3 months Chloe has claimed that she has "babies in her belly" one is a boy and one is a girl. She is very adamant that she is going to have twins. I have just let it go thinking that she will forget about it and move on. Well that hasn't quite happened. Two weeks ago she came up to me and was upset, I asked her what was wrong and she was worried she hadn't had her babies yet. She asked me how long until they come out, mom? I did not know what to say so I reassured her that she will get to have her babies after she grows up and gets married. She grabs my face by placing her hands on both of my cheeks, looks into my eyes and said "They have to be inside me for thaaaaat long?" I giggled and said you have to get married first. Well, she is now marring Westley from school and they are going to have twins, a girl and a boy. Fine, I said. Yesterday we went shoe shopping. As I was looking at the different tennis shoes Chloe spotted a sparkly pink pair of slipper like shoes. She steps down from the extended cart/ bus they have at Target and said over and over, "My baby is gonna love these shoes. I have got to get them for her. She needs shoes. I know she is going to LOVE these shoes. I have got to get them for her."  As she is saying this she grabs a pair and throws them into the back of the cart to purchase them, then steps back into the bus. She continues on and on about how her baby is going to love them. I could not help but laugh. She was disappointed when I told her we couldn't buy those $12 slippers for her baby. That I would get them after she has her baby, she was concerned they would be gone by then. I promised her that I would get them for her baby after she has her baby. She seemed okay with it. This is the picture of the shoes at Target aren't they beautiful.  She is in the nesting stages already.  She will be a wonderful mother someday, by the way she cares for her dolls and her "babies". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-1747301125967020561?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1747301125967020561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=1747301125967020561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1747301125967020561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1747301125967020561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/shoes-for-my-baby-girl.html' title='&quot;Shoes for my baby girl!&quot;'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/R0C3ImIkWHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wycHAaZOfSQ/s72-c/pinkbabyshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-754626441156584155</id><published>2007-11-16T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:04:14.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH---IO   vs   MI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2-GWIkWGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sjFLRaTTbbc/s1600-h/OSU_VS_MI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133468166502242402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2-GWIkWGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sjFLRaTTbbc/s400/OSU_VS_MI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what my house will be battling this weekend.  Did you know when the rival began???&lt;br /&gt;It was all over the possession of the city of Toledo in 1803. &lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the story.  &lt;a href="http://columbusoh.about.com/cs/historygenealogy/a/ohiomichigan.htm"&gt;http://columbusoh.about.com/cs/historygenealogy/a/ohiomichigan.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Toledo is in OH---IO    we know who won the original war of Toledo.  Good luck all, but we know OH---IO is the ultimate winner.  Go Buckeyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Close Window" onclick="window.close();" href="http://www.collegefootballstore.com/Default.aspx/lt/blank/ctl/ImageZoom/productID/a3cb0345-0d57-46d9-94c1-9ff951d8d262/viewName/2#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Close Window" onclick="window.close();" href="http://www.collegefootballstore.com/Default.aspx/lt/blank/ctl/ImageZoom/productID/a3cb0345-0d57-46d9-94c1-9ff951d8d262/viewName/2#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-754626441156584155?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/754626441156584155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=754626441156584155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/754626441156584155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/754626441156584155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-io-vs-mi.html' title='OH---IO   vs   MI'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2-GWIkWGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sjFLRaTTbbc/s72-c/OSU_VS_MI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-8584861349702965140</id><published>2007-11-16T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:03:53.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hNmIkWCI/AAAAAAAAADY/FzTmOsgu098/s1600-h/fall+2007+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133436405219088418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hNmIkWCI/AAAAAAAAADY/FzTmOsgu098/s400/fall+2007+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hOGIkWDI/AAAAAAAAADg/Zi8FQXB60AQ/s1600-h/fall+2007+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133436413809023026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hOGIkWDI/AAAAAAAAADg/Zi8FQXB60AQ/s400/fall+2007+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hOmIkWEI/AAAAAAAAADo/wWqcz01ER-s/s1600-h/fall+2007+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133436422398957634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hOmIkWEI/AAAAAAAAADo/wWqcz01ER-s/s400/fall+2007+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hPGIkWFI/AAAAAAAAADw/6wEWvKbv5bg/s1600-h/fall+2007+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133436430988892242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hPGIkWFI/AAAAAAAAADw/6wEWvKbv5bg/s400/fall+2007+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a walk in the fall leaves on a nice warm day.  It was nice to be together.  A momma deer and her 2 fawns ran right beside us. At this park we found a playground and Alta practiced her monkey bars.  She got across 4 bars.  She is growing up.  We use to have to hold her up as she crossed.  Chloe loves sliding and climbing on anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-8584861349702965140?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8584861349702965140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=8584861349702965140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8584861349702965140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8584861349702965140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-walk.html' title='Family Walk'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rz2hNmIkWCI/AAAAAAAAADY/FzTmOsgu098/s72-c/fall+2007+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-8369393435176322708</id><published>2007-11-08T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:32:25.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alta came home yesterday just sharing a bunch of trivia about the pilgrims and the first thanksgiving.  This along with many other thought provoking readings, like the Ensign conference issue, has made me think of somethings I am grateful for and make me smile.  I thought I would give a list and encourage those who read to do the same on their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) A warm bed especially waking up to a 3 yo smiling at you while snuggling to your side 1/2 the night.  Knowing they came into bed because we can protect them from nighttime shadows that scare her.  How did I become the protector when I am the one often looking for comfort that a strong arm can provide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.)  My husband going to work with a smile on his face.  Yea Yea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.) Daylight savings time allowing me to get my children on an earlier bed time routine. Not only allows me more evening time, but happier children in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.) Hot chocolate.  I have  a very special way to make my hot chocolate, but I especially like it with a non dairy hazelnut cream, just a touch not too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.) I am enjoying being a Visiting Teacher lately.  I feel I am doing a better job and trying to not only visit the sisters, but also looking to help meet their needs as much as I am able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.) My children. My little Chloe taking care of her sweet dolls.  She has a little wash cloth washing their face and hands making them all clean.  Putting them to sleep with a special blanket and pillow.  Alta asking me to get her a space ship so she can go to the moon.  Thinking I am able to get her what ever she can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.)  Music!!!! I love an inspiring piece of music that lifts my spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.)  A clean house.  When everything is in its right place I feel a fulfillment that I am doing something right.  This doesn't happen as often as I would like.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.) My family being together and loving each other.  Not only for eternity, but through the daily routine as well.  We love playing games together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.) I know the truth.  I have a testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ.  I understand His plan and it helps me get a perspective on life especially when it is being disrupted.  I can still have a peace inside.  I love the Scripture. "Be still and know that I am God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-8369393435176322708?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8369393435176322708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=8369393435176322708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8369393435176322708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8369393435176322708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Things that make me smile'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6859979703060909338</id><published>2007-11-02T15:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:03:55.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Victorian Vampiress and The Maiden Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBivbl1qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N9q2YonGsJc/s1600-h/fall+2007+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128335034539169442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBivbl1qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N9q2YonGsJc/s400/fall+2007+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBjPbl1rI/AAAAAAAAADA/NJ7jQyqQZHE/s1600-h/fall+2007+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128335043129104050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBjPbl1rI/AAAAAAAAADA/NJ7jQyqQZHE/s400/fall+2007+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBjvbl1sI/AAAAAAAAADI/LxjslfY02ao/s1600-h/fall+2007+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128335051719038658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBjvbl1sI/AAAAAAAAADI/LxjslfY02ao/s400/fall+2007+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBkPbl1tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f6EoKQoe63M/s1600-h/fall+2007+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128335060308973266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBkPbl1tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f6EoKQoe63M/s400/fall+2007+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;                           H A P P Y       H A L L O W E E N ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-6859979703060909338?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6859979703060909338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6859979703060909338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6859979703060909338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6859979703060909338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/victorian-vampiress-and-maiden-princess.html' title='The Victorian Vampiress and The Maiden Princess'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RyuBivbl1qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N9q2YonGsJc/s72-c/fall+2007+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-2680688201430788247</id><published>2007-10-17T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:54:13.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLES APPLES APPLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RxZylbnvJ7I/AAAAAAAAACk/JFnPTn6qw4o/s1600-h/apple2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122407613575669682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RxZylbnvJ7I/AAAAAAAAACk/JFnPTn6qw4o/s400/apple2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had a great time picking apples. There was a nice wagon ride and some fun things to do. The apple trees were a great height and the kids could reach the branches. We got 2 1/2 bushels of a nice mixture of apples golden delicious, fuji, suncrisp, and another nice big round red apple. I took the apples to Z-ville and with the help of Christine and Moms supplies we made 28 qts and 12 pnts of apples sauce with 10 rolls of apple leather. All my jars sealed!!! yeah! It was lots of fun and much easier than I thought it would be. I now have a year supply of applesauce. One thing my children love. Thanks Christine and Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1650083436532896594-2680688201430788247?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2680688201430788247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=2680688201430788247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2680688201430788247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2680688201430788247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/apples-apples-apples.html' title='APPLES APPLES APPLES'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RxZylbnvJ7I/AAAAAAAAACk/JFnPTn6qw4o/s72-c/apple2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-4467723863636667701</id><published>2007-09-26T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:55:39.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love having a dog.</title><content type='html'>I just want to say I am grateful for Michelle giving us Lexi a Shih Tzu dog. This little dog has given my children so much love and attention. These girls of mine treat her as if she is just a baby doll by giving rides in strollers, dressing in doll clothes, playing fetch, hide-n--go-seek, or just love time. At first I thought Lexi just tolerated them playing with her, but I have learned she absolutely loves the girls. I have realized that if I come home with out children she wines and wines at me because she wants to be with the girls. Lexi gets all excited as I get ready to leave she runs to the door barking happily because she thinks it is time for a ride to get the girls. She usually will ride with Chloe and I as we go pick up Alta on the days I don't work. Right this very minutes Chloes is reading a book to Lexi and telling her all about it, while Lexi sits next to her appearing to look at the book. I have to describe it because I have no camera. I guess I did not realize that having a pet dog in the house is like having another family member. I grew up with no animals in the house, "they belong outside." I have to say I felt this way for many years and I can appreciate not having animals smells in the house. Which is why I love the Shih Tzu's because they don't shed. At this point I see the friendship that is made between my girls and their dog and I wouldn't trade it, smell or no smell. These girls love their Lexi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-4467723863636667701?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4467723863636667701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=4467723863636667701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4467723863636667701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/4467723863636667701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-having-dog.html' title='Love having a dog.'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-8403502013867631997</id><published>2007-09-13T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:17:37.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio State University Marching Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7729292003189598739&amp;q=ohio+state+band&amp;amp;amp;amp;total=347&amp;start=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;num=10&amp;so=0&amp;amp;type=search&amp;plindex=2"&gt;Ohio State University Marching Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought back many fun memories of being in a marching band.  Those of you who did not know that, I play the trombone for my high school.  This video makes it look easy, but there is tons of hard work in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; a show like this together.  Wow I was very impressed.  I hope you all enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-8403502013867631997?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7729292003189598739&amp;q=ohio+state+band&amp;total=347&amp;start=0&amp;num=10&amp;so=0&amp;type=search&amp;plindex=2' title='Ohio State University Marching Band'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8403502013867631997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=8403502013867631997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8403502013867631997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8403502013867631997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/ohio-state-university-marching-band_13.html' title='Ohio State University Marching Band'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-7628278401266198614</id><published>2007-09-06T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:47:42.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavarotti Died today</title><content type='html'>I am saddened today as I learn of the death of my most favorite voice.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pavarotti's&lt;/span&gt; perfectly pitched tenor voice was my favorite sound.  Every time I listen to his voice, but especially in this song &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nessun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dorma&lt;/span&gt; my eyes would tear, especially on the dramatic last note... as he sings V-I-N-C-E-R-O!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream/ goal of mine to hear Pavarotti in person.  Now I will have to settle to hear him singing in the choir of heaven.  As I would drive in my car,  I would put this CD in and blare the music through the speakers conducting to myself.  Enjoying every note.... especially the last, bringing tears to my eyes.  I love the words and meaning to the song of love conquering all.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nessun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dorma&lt;/span&gt; means "no one sleeps" in Italian.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Puccinis&lt;/span&gt; opera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Turandot&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't wait to see this opera someday.  No one sleeps till love is found and conquers all.  Did you know I was such a romantic at heart.  This link takes you to the interpretation of the opera and translates this song.  I hope you enjoy it as it is my favorite song.  It seems to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pierce&lt;/span&gt; an area of my heart that rarely is touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~markdlew/comm/turandot.htm"&gt;http://home.earthlink.net/~markdlew/comm/turandot.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-7628278401266198614?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7628278401266198614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=7628278401266198614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7628278401266198614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7628278401266198614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/pavarotti-died-today.html' title='Pavarotti Died today'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3944917534454012737</id><published>2007-09-06T15:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:19:18.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavarotti - Nessun Dorma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ssun-uqjA3E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ssun-uqjA3E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-3944917534454012737?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3944917534454012737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3944917534454012737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3944917534454012737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3944917534454012737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/pavarotti-nessun-dorma.html' title='Pavarotti - Nessun Dorma'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-1138437674021985850</id><published>2007-09-03T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:40:09.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dads Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RtuPOADXFrI/AAAAAAAAACc/E4-O2DJm94Q/s1600-h/Dads+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105832073249625778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RtuPOADXFrI/AAAAAAAAACc/E4-O2DJm94Q/s400/Dads+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope your day is a convivial.  We wish you an extremely thoughtful birthday.  We love you and miss you.  Keep up the good work serving those people in Cambodia.  We will have a party just for you on your birthday, we even have the day off of work to celebrate your day.  Oh wait it is Labor Day, a lot of people have it off.  HEHE...  You are loved.&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/1650083436532896594-1138437674021985850?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1138437674021985850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=1138437674021985850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1138437674021985850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1138437674021985850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/dads-birthday.html' title='Dads Birthday'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RtuPOADXFrI/AAAAAAAAACc/E4-O2DJm94Q/s72-c/Dads+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-8532567678007639428</id><published>2007-08-30T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:47:55.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/957/90050695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/957/90050695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it has been a while since I have updated this wonderful blog. I am frustrated in the fact that my children have dropped and broken my new digital camera. So updated pictures will be a miracle at this point, but.... we will continue to update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max has started his new job in the IT Dept for NASA. He has had lots of training classes. He absolutely loves it!! He is so happy waking up early in the morning, he seems to be extremely grateful to be going to work and not just a temp job but a permenant place. I told him this is a grown up job. He laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Alta has started her first day of class. She loves to go to school. She told me she was glad she had the nice teacher. It was good to hear. 2nd grade, I can't believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were looking for a new daycare since our previous one decided not to take partime preschoolers any more... well we found a great place for Chloe. I was very impressed the moment I walked into the school. She will do lots of fun learning and development there. Yeah!!! I have been stressed in trying to find the right place. I am grateful things are coming together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1650083436532896594-8532567678007639428?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8532567678007639428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=8532567678007639428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8532567678007639428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8532567678007639428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-7161749907322007325</id><published>2007-08-13T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:48:30.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rr_hAqTRdHI/AAAAAAAAACU/fc5ttpGgl0k/s1600-h/Nanas+Birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098040704678065266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rr_hAqTRdHI/AAAAAAAAACU/fc5ttpGgl0k/s400/Nanas+Birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Nana (&amp; Mom.)  We love you and want to wish you the best birthday ever.  When looking at all your pics, we noticed you spend a lot of time holding babies and in the kitchen, putting your special magic on all the yummy foods.  We sure appreciate all that you do in making all of our stays so enjoyable.  You are awsome.  Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Love sent from your Cleveland vacation spot....Max, Deborah, Alta, &amp; Chloe.  We will see you soon.&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/1650083436532896594-7161749907322007325?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7161749907322007325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=7161749907322007325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7161749907322007325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7161749907322007325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/nanas-birthday.html' title='Nana&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rr_hAqTRdHI/AAAAAAAAACU/fc5ttpGgl0k/s72-c/Nanas+Birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-5367713182147119429</id><published>2007-08-09T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:20:00.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rrssu6TRdGI/AAAAAAAAACM/_cQzpKsZ6Tc/s1600-h/Slash+Zone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096716587735544930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rrssu6TRdGI/AAAAAAAAACM/_cQzpKsZ6Tc/s400/Slash+Zone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a family home evening talking about how Nephi always responded positively when asked to do something.  We challenged the girls to be like Nephi.  They would get a sticker every time they would be happy and respond quickly to any requests given from either parent.  After each child got 10 stickers they would get to go to splash zone a favorite hot day spot.   It was really cute, the next day I had requested Chloe get ready for the day and brush her hair.  As she was brushing she was remembering the FHE lesson and said excitedly..." Mom I am being like Nephi!!!"  Of course she got a sticker.  They both worked very hard in being obedient.  Way to go Girls!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-5367713182147119429?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5367713182147119429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=5367713182147119429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5367713182147119429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5367713182147119429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/splash-zone.html' title='Splash Zone'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rrssu6TRdGI/AAAAAAAAACM/_cQzpKsZ6Tc/s72-c/Slash+Zone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3097354259199848605</id><published>2007-07-29T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:14:04.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sooo glad this movie was PG-13, because I love a good action flick.  This is definately a movie one should see on the big screen.  I really enjoyed it!!!!! Great intense action movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-3097354259199848605?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3097354259199848605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3097354259199848605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3097354259199848605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3097354259199848605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-sooo-glad-this-movie-was-pg-13.html' title=''/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-3933903856788060795</id><published>2007-07-29T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:12:52.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rq0r7TfIa6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qa48Vku_pU4/s1600-h/DSCF0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092775051469024162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rq0r7TfIa6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qa48Vku_pU4/s400/DSCF0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rq0r7TfIa7I/AAAAAAAAACE/jgRe5K2w5b4/s1600-h/DSCF0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092775051469024178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rq0r7TfIa7I/AAAAAAAAACE/jgRe5K2w5b4/s400/DSCF0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it has been a while since my last blogging, but not much to write. I found these pics of Chloe as a baby and how sweet Alta was as a big sister. The first pic is Alta and Chloe meeting eachother in the first weeks of sisterhood.   The second pic is one of my favorites... Alta had put all her baby dolls in my bed, and was so proud of herself.  I then put Chloe and Alta in the bed saying now all my babies are there. Alta's big smile and Chloe's screaming was picture perfect.&lt;/div&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/1650083436532896594-3933903856788060795?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3933903856788060795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=3933903856788060795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3933903856788060795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/3933903856788060795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rq0r7TfIa6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qa48Vku_pU4/s72-c/DSCF0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-8578130160895466687</id><published>2007-07-21T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:07:02.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Police Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had such a great time!!!  They definitely rocked the house.  I loved all the songs.  Sting was Awesome!!!!  These guys were just rock'in their guitars and were just lov'in it.  The picture in the red photo corners was where he had just smiled at me personally.  He came across the stage just for me.  It was funny how star struck I became.  I haven't been to a concert since I think I went to a ZZ top concert with Alan and Christine many, many years ago, 1994.  As we were waiting for them to come out, I was just so excited I was trying to egg Max into getting excited, (cuz we all know how excited he gets about things) so I called Tammy, because I knew she would be excited with me, but instead she was just mad she couldn't be there. (She thinks Sting is hot too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RqKAgzfIa5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/BBSZWLt0Xkg/s1600-h/police+concert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089771829947034514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RqKAgzfIa5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/BBSZWLt0Xkg/s400/police+concert.JPG" border="0" /&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/1650083436532896594-8578130160895466687?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8578130160895466687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=8578130160895466687' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8578130160895466687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8578130160895466687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/police-concert.html' title='The Police Concert'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RqKAgzfIa5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/BBSZWLt0Xkg/s72-c/police+concert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-5961438392199130623</id><published>2007-07-21T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:32:59.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to You, Mom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RqGKZTfIa4I/AAAAAAAAABs/zOkQsg2azKU/s1600-h/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+MOM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089501221237582722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RqGKZTfIa4I/AAAAAAAAABs/zOkQsg2azKU/s400/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+MOM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mom we sure hope you have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wonderful birthday&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You are awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;  We will be thinking of you all day today.  Consider this your birthday cake, since we are unable to celebrate the day with you.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close your eyes and hear us singing&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you , Happy birthday dear Mother, Happy birthday to you....  Tis love brings us here, Tis love brings us here, Happy birthday dear Mother, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU MOM/ GRANDMA!!!!!&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/1650083436532896594-5961438392199130623?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5961438392199130623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=5961438392199130623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5961438392199130623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5961438392199130623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-to-you-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday to You, Mom!!!'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RqGKZTfIa4I/AAAAAAAAABs/zOkQsg2azKU/s72-c/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+MOM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-7173186350997584192</id><published>2007-07-13T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:01:40.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Alta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RpfKnpOfMuI/AAAAAAAAABk/9VSA23YUNyA/s1600-h/Altas+faces.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086757086568592098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RpfKnpOfMuI/AAAAAAAAABk/9VSA23YUNyA/s400/Altas+faces.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alta&lt;/span&gt; has so many &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;expressions&lt;/span&gt;.  She is a cute &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; that loves to be&lt;em&gt; silly&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;joke&lt;/strong&gt; around.  She makes us all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laugh &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smile&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/1650083436532896594-7173186350997584192?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7173186350997584192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=7173186350997584192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7173186350997584192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/7173186350997584192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-sweet-alta.html' title='My Sweet Alta'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RpfKnpOfMuI/AAAAAAAAABk/9VSA23YUNyA/s72-c/Altas+faces.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-8431121885334604622</id><published>2007-07-13T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:12:10.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RDH making a difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; that I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In one of the many offices I work, I instigated the implementation of a new oral cancer screen called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vizilite&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a mouth rinse &amp; light that  illuminates abnormal tissues in the mouth. If an area is suspicious and illuminating with no known trauma, there is then a T- blue test that is a dye.  When done it will dye any cancer or precancerous tissue &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, if it isn't cancerous nothing will turn blue.  The dentist was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt;, but I researched it and presented it to him.  He already did the visual soft tissue screen and I thought this would be a great &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adjunct&lt;/span&gt; to what we were already doing.  He finally agreed and we are now doing it in the office.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a patient Monday who opted to have the additional test done.  The test caused an ulcer to illuminate on the Right lateral boarder of the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tongue&lt;/span&gt;, we then did a T- blue test and it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stayed blue&lt;/span&gt;, meaning the ulcer was of some stage of cancer.  David yes we referred to an Oral Surgeon.  But in this patients life all of a sudden she had cancer.  She had no history of tobacco use.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was interesting to be a part of this process.  I felt very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; in this persons life and the changes that are happening.  I am hopeful that this test will have allowed us to catch the cancer &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;, before too much damage has occurred.  I will be interested to see what the pathologist will find it to be.  I saw worry cross the face of the patient. I wanted to say everything will be alright, but I couldn't, because I did not know, though I did try to comfort her. I am glad we are doing this new test.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel good&lt;/span&gt; that I pushed it into our office and I hope it will help &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;save lives&lt;/span&gt; or at least improve quality of lives.  I guess I feel that  in this small little area I work in,  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hope I am making a difference&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-8431121885334604622?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8431121885334604622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=8431121885334604622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8431121885334604622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/8431121885334604622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/rdh-making-difference.html' title='RDH making a difference?'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6270953350084477359</id><published>2007-07-06T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:22:31.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084179232889618306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Ro6iEz7Nv4I/AAAAAAAAABc/9tfoORa2sIc/s400/fireworks2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Every other minute both girls were asking if it was time for the fireworks. Finally the time arrived and off we went. We grabbed a blanket, snacks, drinks, bug repellent, and found a clear spot at Long Pier Park in Lorain. Seeing fireworks over the lake was amazing, nothing was in our way. There were lots of people there, relieved that the storms never arrived.&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/1650083436532896594-6270953350084477359?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6270953350084477359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6270953350084477359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6270953350084477359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6270953350084477359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Ro6iEz7Nv4I/AAAAAAAAABc/9tfoORa2sIc/s72-c/fireworks2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6105273693159185358</id><published>2007-07-04T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:07:14.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RowImT7Nv3I/AAAAAAAAABU/784ONww_oEY/s1600-h/Maestros+in+Training.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083447533671137138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RowImT7Nv3I/AAAAAAAAABU/784ONww_oEY/s400/Maestros+in+Training.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kirtland&lt;/span&gt; because the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was there to kick off their exhibition. It was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; to experience the exhibition rubbing shoulders with The Choir. They had great stories about all the pictures, outfits, awards, and videos. I got to live the moment as they relived it with each other. My girls were a center of attraction as they utilized the digital conductor. The digital choir would go faster as they conducted faster, and stop if they stopped. The Choir members were watching them and gloating over how great they were conducting. I explained to some members that they use to practice at home, to be like mom at church, because I use to be the ward chorister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-6105273693159185358?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6105273693159185358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6105273693159185358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6105273693159185358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6105273693159185358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-went-to-kirtland-because-mormon.html' title=''/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RowImT7Nv3I/AAAAAAAAABU/784ONww_oEY/s72-c/Maestros+in+Training.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-5394601194849357566</id><published>2007-07-02T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:43:50.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's little garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RonFbT7Nv2I/AAAAAAAAABM/eK2fhoaUCd8/s1600-h/Chloes+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082810727460093794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RonFbT7Nv2I/AAAAAAAAABM/eK2fhoaUCd8/s400/Chloes+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe loves to help me in the garden.  She is fascinated with dirt.  In these pictures she is unaware of me taking pictures because she was so focused on planting this weed.&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/1650083436532896594-5394601194849357566?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5394601194849357566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=5394601194849357566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5394601194849357566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/5394601194849357566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/chloes-little-garden.html' title='Chloe&apos;s little garden'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RonFbT7Nv2I/AAAAAAAAABM/eK2fhoaUCd8/s72-c/Chloes+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-6008770499673567512</id><published>2007-07-01T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:12:54.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RohC2T7Nv0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ia2_U1wX-0I/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082385680316612418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RohC2T7Nv0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ia2_U1wX-0I/s320/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RohCCD7NvzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Te94L4bgNk0/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082384782668447538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RohCCD7NvzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Te94L4bgNk0/s320/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RohAcD7NvyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZOKX9iG-OmY/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure enjoyed the monument to women. It is full of wonderful bronze statues of women in there everyday moments. &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/1650083436532896594-6008770499673567512?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6008770499673567512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=6008770499673567512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6008770499673567512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/6008770499673567512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-sure-enjoyed-monument-to-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/RohC2T7Nv0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ia2_U1wX-0I/s72-c/107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-2546955878153232190</id><published>2007-07-01T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:56:34.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog-pT7NvwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ee2Cmhx1XS8/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082381058931801858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog-pT7NvwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ee2Cmhx1XS8/s320/099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog-qT7NvxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xw4gbUWXZkM/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082381076111671058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog-qT7NvxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xw4gbUWXZkM/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The children loved the ox cart ride and the horse and wagon ride.  They sure were bumpy.  I can't imagine riding this way across the country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650083436532896594-2546955878153232190?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2546955878153232190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=2546955878153232190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2546955878153232190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/2546955878153232190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/children-loved-ox-cart-ride-and-horse.html' title=''/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog-pT7NvwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ee2Cmhx1XS8/s72-c/099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650083436532896594.post-1600483507560537436</id><published>2007-07-01T19:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:50:56.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Nauvoo Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog9Sz7NvvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FEvk_18H-lQ/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082379572873117426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog9Sz7NvvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FEvk_18H-lQ/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog8kD7NvuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_lh50LQ73lo/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Nauvoo Temple is absolutely beautiful.  It has cherry hardwood through out the building.  It is the first temple I've seen have hardwood floors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1650083436532896594-1600483507560537436?l=oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1600483507560537436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650083436532896594&amp;postID=1600483507560537436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1600483507560537436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650083436532896594/posts/default/1600483507560537436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursillyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-nauvoo-trip.html' title='Our Nauvoo Trip'/><author><name>Max and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02841347255809831364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_55fhWAlUeQE/Rog9Sz7NvvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FEvk_18H-lQ/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
