<?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-7546654757754279791</id><updated>2011-08-23T17:55:33.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cazier Corner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>239</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7555130706542869139</id><published>2010-03-24T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:37:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh Where Have I Been!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been having way too much fun creating these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S5Vj20Jv7II/AAAAAAAADC8/G5KvSW3-nqk/s1600-h/towell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S5Vj20Jv7II/AAAAAAAADC8/G5KvSW3-nqk/s640/towell.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW...If only life could be&amp;nbsp;slow and sweet but no...life has been crazy busy. But the school book fair is done!&amp;nbsp; Now to just get my desktop back up and running after getting slammed with a nasty, pornography showing, computer killing virus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-16183885447414980?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/16183885447414980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=16183885447414980' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/16183885447414980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/16183885447414980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-construction.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S5Vj20Jv7II/AAAAAAAADC8/G5KvSW3-nqk/s72-c/towell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7646153717066259993</id><published>2010-02-25T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:20:44.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double the Sweetness</title><content type='html'>For Anderson's second grade year he had an amazing, brand new, single woman as a teacher. She was awesome. And through the years she got married, taught &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; in second grade and had a beautiful little girl, Avery, just a few weeks after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; was born. (We are planning a play date as soon as possible!) This year Sydney has the pleasure of having her as a teacher! Jamie is amazing...I have always thought so, but after seeing this new mom of twins in action...WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how hard it was going to be to get shots of newborns...times two. I guess for your first ever baby photo shoot it's probably not smart to have double the infants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby girls are beautiful! They are named Audra and Addisyn. They are so tiny as both of them have just cleared the 5 pound mark. It is wonderful to see that at just a few weeks they both already have such distinct personalities. I couldn't tell them apart, but according to Jamie, Grandpa can tell every time. After retouching all these photos I have noticed that one of them has a tiny little freckle on the side of her nose! (I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; it is Addisyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, her sister in law Michelle, and I worked together for two hours to get some shots of the twins. We were all very patient with each other...I had a hard time with the angles and lighting and the babies were not in the mood to be models (what baby is?) I am not thrilled with the clarity (I had to turn my ISO way up) so we are going to try again in a few weeks at my house with the big picture windows. I told Jamie that we'll just keep trying till we get it right. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209999149848930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4adKQBn2WI/AAAAAAAADAE/NZKBeFs7ZWo/s400/IMG_0554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4adK5EphzI/AAAAAAAADAM/ZUXgdGFHols/s1600-h/IMG_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442210010168395570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4adK5EphzI/AAAAAAAADAM/ZUXgdGFHols/s400/IMG_0632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4adJ73ZJjI/AAAAAAAAC_8/iD6NHJ6LPQg/s1600-h/IMG_0610BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209993738233394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4adJ73ZJjI/AAAAAAAAC_8/iD6NHJ6LPQg/s400/IMG_0610BW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209978777568402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4adJEIfhJI/AAAAAAAAC_0/oNv9zn-WZRQ/s400/IMG_0608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209973262347906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4adIvlj7oI/AAAAAAAAC_s/emXtiVvCTD4/s400/IMG_0561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209569113152898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acxOA4nYI/AAAAAAAAC_k/wHR68dF58z0/s400/IMG_0647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209560412891106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acwtmlJ-I/AAAAAAAAC_c/xgqdT0s6sak/s400/IMG_0659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209547427285746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acv9OkivI/AAAAAAAAC_U/oYVjFpELQ30/s400/IMG_0678bittersweet+vintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209538062121714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acvaVvevI/AAAAAAAAC_M/H82ZJLd4gyc/s400/IMG_0688+portrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209530292611394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acu9ZWKUI/AAAAAAAAC_E/PvuSf1_7NXU/s400/IMG_0675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442208963353222914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acN9YdnwI/AAAAAAAAC-0/Dc6ewNwABJs/s400/IMG_0629goldvintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442208953330966482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acNYC-H9I/AAAAAAAAC-s/TRv9RLJkbfE/s400/IMG_0552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442208940331252194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acMnnmOeI/AAAAAAAAC-k/EVPuq-fn4Kg/s400/IMG_0607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442208927681398562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4acL4foxyI/AAAAAAAAC-c/zFDm8fP0itU/s400/IMG_0507splendBW.jpg" /&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/7546654757754279791-7646153717066259993?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7646153717066259993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7646153717066259993' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7646153717066259993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7646153717066259993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/double-sweetness.html' title='Double the Sweetness'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4adKQBn2WI/AAAAAAAADAE/NZKBeFs7ZWo/s72-c/IMG_0554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6068283262258273130</id><published>2010-02-23T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:06:28.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night...Not a Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; turned two in November but I am all for keeping my toddlers in a crib for as long as possible. Why rush fighting them to "stay in bed" when you can plop them behind bars and off to sleep they go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out of town this weekend and while we were staying in the hotel we used a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt;-n-Play for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;.  The short sides couldn't hold him and he climbed out immediately after we put him in.  On our drive home I laughed and said "Hey John, you don't think this will give him the notion that he can climb out of his crib?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward several hours later.  Two seconds after placing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; in his crib he was hanging precariously onto the top rail...both legs straddling the bed post.  I stood there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;closely&lt;/span&gt; to see what he would do, all the while saying, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;, no no you will fall down and get bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owies&lt;/span&gt;."  (Yeah right mom.)  I had to see what he would do because I didn't want to have him try getting out later when I wasn't around.  He successfully and rather gracefully dropped to the ground, landing on two feet.  With a gigantic smile on his face he ran down the hall.  I put him back in his crib and he repeated his acrobatic moves only to cut his escape time by half.  None of my kids have ever climbed out of the crib.  I'm older now!  I need my sleep!  So with my youngest brother in need of a crib and worries that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; would fall and get hurt we did the unthinkable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought in the toddler bed.  And thus began the battle...the long "stay in bed"  "get back in bed"  "mommy will only lay down with you for a minute" battle.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4P5-2hj8pI/AAAAAAAAC-U/UTTEobZtXNE/s1600-h/bed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441467632977179282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4P5-2hj8pI/AAAAAAAAC-U/UTTEobZtXNE/s400/bed3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the past two mornings...his bed has looked like this.  Empty.  And where oh where is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;? Where did he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; to in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4P598B0IXI/AAAAAAAAC-M/yT9nv04xRdc/s1600-h/bed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441467617274765682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4P598B0IXI/AAAAAAAAC-M/yT9nv04xRdc/s400/bed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4P59afI7zI/AAAAAAAAC-E/k9X0iXIpm2U/s1600-h/bed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441467608270958386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4P59afI7zI/AAAAAAAAC-E/k9X0iXIpm2U/s400/bed1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7546654757754279791-6068283262258273130?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6068283262258273130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6068283262258273130' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6068283262258273130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6068283262258273130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-nightnot-chance.html' title='Good Night...Not a Chance'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S4P5-2hj8pI/AAAAAAAAC-U/UTTEobZtXNE/s72-c/bed3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-108173425440174929</id><published>2010-02-19T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:55:55.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say PHOTOGENIC?</title><content type='html'>On Monday I had the honor of doing a session with some of the most gorgeous, fun-loving kids ever...take a look at the Bunger Family:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Ui1ZM85I/AAAAAAAAC98/Q4yl291Dbes/s1600-h/IMG_0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440230201056097170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Ui1ZM85I/AAAAAAAAC98/Q4yl291Dbes/s400/IMG_0332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UiLEKGMI/AAAAAAAAC90/xEpxN9fVczU/s1600-h/IMG_0323sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440230189693540546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UiLEKGMI/AAAAAAAAC90/xEpxN9fVczU/s400/IMG_0323sepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UhlWSNPI/AAAAAAAAC9s/77-R0zccUdk/s1600-h/IMG_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440230179569022194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UhlWSNPI/AAAAAAAAC9s/77-R0zccUdk/s400/IMG_0313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Ug8h7BiI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ctnKkOco8JA/s1600-h/IMG_0335vintagehoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440230168611980834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Ug8h7BiI/AAAAAAAAC9k/ctnKkOco8JA/s400/IMG_0335vintagehoney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Uf9Ik9bI/AAAAAAAAC9c/OuLye77VSnw/s1600-h/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440230151594243506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Uf9Ik9bI/AAAAAAAAC9c/OuLye77VSnw/s400/IMG_0201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UKIOAEfI/AAAAAAAAC9U/eTqpg3gTqt4/s1600-h/IMG_0197vintgoldhoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229776612659698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UKIOAEfI/AAAAAAAAC9U/eTqpg3gTqt4/s400/IMG_0197vintgoldhoney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UJS6wT6I/AAAAAAAAC9M/dseJX9G8Rjk/s1600-h/IMG_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229762304855970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UJS6wT6I/AAAAAAAAC9M/dseJX9G8Rjk/s400/IMG_0295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UI81UyII/AAAAAAAAC9E/MwSrZuDoDG8/s1600-h/IMG_0298goldvintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229756376500354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UI81UyII/AAAAAAAAC9E/MwSrZuDoDG8/s400/IMG_0298goldvintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UIZfDP0I/AAAAAAAAC88/eJQ_APDbkZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229746887835458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UIZfDP0I/AAAAAAAAC88/eJQ_APDbkZ8/s400/IMG_0222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UHt59E0I/AAAAAAAAC80/xBqEsF4BApM/s1600-h/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229735189517122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-UHt59E0I/AAAAAAAAC80/xBqEsF4BApM/s400/IMG_0373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-TvYALj_I/AAAAAAAAC8s/wz3G6d4ATUY/s1600-h/IMG_0385goldvintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229316993191922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-TvYALj_I/AAAAAAAAC8s/wz3G6d4ATUY/s400/IMG_0385goldvintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Turazy4I/AAAAAAAAC8k/F34ebns3iYE/s1600-h/IMG_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229305025284994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Turazy4I/AAAAAAAAC8k/F34ebns3iYE/s400/IMG_0356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-TtTlNhMI/AAAAAAAAC8U/mUsu348VxlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229281446593730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-TtTlNhMI/AAAAAAAAC8U/mUsu348VxlQ/s400/IMG_0189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-TsXwINVI/AAAAAAAAC8M/4kVlJyexMGs/s1600-h/IMG_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229265386255698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-TsXwINVI/AAAAAAAAC8M/4kVlJyexMGs/s400/IMG_0132.jpg" /&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;/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/7546654757754279791-108173425440174929?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/108173425440174929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=108173425440174929' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/108173425440174929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/108173425440174929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-you-say-photogenic.html' title='Can you say PHOTOGENIC?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3-Ui1ZM85I/AAAAAAAAC98/Q4yl291Dbes/s72-c/IMG_0332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7162937686129114268</id><published>2010-02-16T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:00:48.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Where is That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday is a day of rest. Can someone please tell me where in the scriptures it defines &lt;strong&gt;rest &lt;/strong&gt;as "drop everything and do nothing and leave it for mom on Monday."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3rcj6CjmEI/AAAAAAAAC6k/JazdtgZn12o/s1600-h/mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438902009436805186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3rcj6CjmEI/AAAAAAAAC6k/JazdtgZn12o/s400/mess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7162937686129114268?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7162937686129114268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7162937686129114268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7162937686129114268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7162937686129114268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-where-is-that.html' title='Now Where is That?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3rcj6CjmEI/AAAAAAAAC6k/JazdtgZn12o/s72-c/mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7424368302580943721</id><published>2010-02-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:01:05.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>***WARNING***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of proud Mom Moments on this post. Be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;advised&lt;/span&gt; that these views are the sole feelings of an excited mother and not to be confused with bragging, boasting and all other wrongful doings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOM MOMENT #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I said before, Anderson got his first WIN in has last wrestling match.  But yesterday he got his very first PIN!!!! I was so excited I couldn't stop screaming! (And no I didn't look like a crazy lady...everyone else was screaming and yelling too :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3Lew9ae4VI/AAAAAAAAC6M/Ri0nczvjaNM/s1600-h/mommoment1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436652632890335570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3Lew9ae4VI/AAAAAAAAC6M/Ri0nczvjaNM/s400/mommoment1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;MOM MOMENT #2&lt;br /&gt;If you look very closely at this photo you will see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; on the far left.  He has already landed after jumping to shoot the ball but before he shot he was outside the three point line.  You can see the ball below the scoreboard and directly above the "wrestling" sign.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3Leo2c2NUI/AAAAAAAAC6E/dev_ciUU72M/s1600-h/mommoment5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436652493582251330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3Leo2c2NUI/AAAAAAAAC6E/dev_ciUU72M/s400/mommoment5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436652484322378274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3LeoT9HwiI/AAAAAAAAC58/3TaJxft19v0/s400/mommoment6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; had 4 games on Saturday and he hit between 3-4 three pointers in each game. He practices all the time. He lifts weights after school and shoots with his Dad daily. &lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;MOM MOMENT #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down at the computer last night there was a word document open. It was another one of Sydney's stories, only I had booted her off the computer before she had gotten far. I am constantly finding stories and comics that she has written and left around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I was a young fellow with long, brown hair, green eyes, and a strange curve for a mouth. Having that curve wasn't so delicate, until I found out it was a gift."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Where on earth does she come up with these ideas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM MOMENT #4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; is learning to share and play nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3LenwdCaZI/AAAAAAAAC50/eFUWz_jKiPE/s1600-h/mommoment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436652474792569234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3LenwdCaZI/AAAAAAAAC50/eFUWz_jKiPE/s400/mommoment2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436652467091929170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3LenTxD-FI/AAAAAAAAC5s/3a1l7_fYCos/s400/mommoment3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436652458931540978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3Lem1XeU_I/AAAAAAAAC5k/iq8s9injY1w/s400/mommoment4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7424368302580943721?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7424368302580943721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7424368302580943721' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7424368302580943721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7424368302580943721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/warning.html' title='***WARNING***'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3Lew9ae4VI/AAAAAAAAC6M/Ri0nczvjaNM/s72-c/mommoment1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7735194387336907946</id><published>2010-02-09T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:26:27.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Time of Year Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trash to Treasure Book Fair&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3GaYn930ZI/AAAAAAAAC5c/JimeZNhgIWs/s1600-h/bookfairbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436295973048930706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3GaYn930ZI/AAAAAAAAC5c/JimeZNhgIWs/s400/bookfairbooks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Think I can get them organized and priced before John comes home and sees the mess I've made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7735194387336907946?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7735194387336907946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7735194387336907946' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7735194387336907946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7735194387336907946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That Time of Year Again...'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3GaYn930ZI/AAAAAAAAC5c/JimeZNhgIWs/s72-c/bookfairbooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7806988916862321837</id><published>2010-02-08T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:03:17.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Teen Trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cayden had four basketball games on Saturday and by Game number four Branson had spent enough time in the gym. We headed out to the hallway where he spotted the rows of High School Lockers.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCu9Up5lI/AAAAAAAAC5U/oQBUz69kZaM/s1600-h/locker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435918124738799186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCu9Up5lI/AAAAAAAAC5U/oQBUz69kZaM/s400/locker1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He fiddled with the combination lock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCuJVFO_I/AAAAAAAAC5M/L43i1JxcCy4/s1600-h/locker3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435918110781946866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCuJVFO_I/AAAAAAAAC5M/L43i1JxcCy4/s400/locker3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And when his right hand didn't make it open he tried using the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCtoPIN0I/AAAAAAAAC5E/CLfDJCT8H98/s1600-h/locker4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435918101898606402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCtoPIN0I/AAAAAAAAC5E/CLfDJCT8H98/s400/locker4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When neither tactic produced results he did what every teenager does when they can't get their locker open...&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCs3ima3I/AAAAAAAAC48/3tJgAZysHlY/s1600-h/locker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435918088826940274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCs3ima3I/AAAAAAAAC48/3tJgAZysHlY/s400/locker2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7806988916862321837?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7806988916862321837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7806988916862321837' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7806988916862321837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7806988916862321837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/pre-teen-trauma.html' title='Pre-Teen Trauma'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S3BCu9Up5lI/AAAAAAAAC5U/oQBUz69kZaM/s72-c/locker1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4304143804742602736</id><published>2010-02-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:08:34.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner And A Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anderson won his first wrestling match yesterday! This is his first year and he is really improving (and actually starting to like it.)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2xAv1wROYI/AAAAAAAAC4E/HX2_f5wzLQg/s1600-h/winner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434790040956909954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2xAv1wROYI/AAAAAAAAC4E/HX2_f5wzLQg/s400/winner2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the match Anderson and I went on a "date" to an amazing performance by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasco&lt;/span&gt; High School 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Avenue Singers. Anderson enjoys singing and has a great voice. I like that he had the opportunity to see other cool, masculine, young men sing and dance up on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2xAvQXFOqI/AAAAAAAAC38/xiDGjIxNLpI/s1600-h/winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434790030919154338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2xAvQXFOqI/AAAAAAAAC38/xiDGjIxNLpI/s400/winner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anderson was a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; when I had someone take our picture at the show. Maybe I'm not as "cool" a mom as I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-4304143804742602736?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4304143804742602736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4304143804742602736' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4304143804742602736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4304143804742602736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/winner-and-show.html' title='Winner And A Show'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2xAv1wROYI/AAAAAAAAC4E/HX2_f5wzLQg/s72-c/winner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1862939729578177786</id><published>2010-02-04T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:22:33.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibble, Dabble, Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I attended the photography class in Seattle.  I have read and reread my notes.  I know what I am supposed to do but I still get flustered when the lighting is low and my subject is moving.  But the more and more I use the manual setting I am seeing less and less of photos like the one below.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwt_618OI/AAAAAAAAC30/P3Yxn0wmTzg/s1600-h/photo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434420573418942690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwt_618OI/AAAAAAAAC30/P3Yxn0wmTzg/s400/photo6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am thrilled to be able to shoot inside a gym with horrific lighting and no flash and get decent results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwpIfne2I/AAAAAAAAC3s/eRK2ob-XzVQ/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434420489821322082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwpIfne2I/AAAAAAAAC3s/eRK2ob-XzVQ/s400/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am still fine tuning things but I was pleased with how these pictures of Branson turned out. It was about 5:00 in the evening and the sun was setting fast.  I know some of them are a bit over or under exposed and I would normally fix that in photoshop before putting them on my blog but then that would defeat the purpose of this particular post.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434420471207947538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwoDJ17RI/AAAAAAAAC3c/HusH1qNGJKQ/s400/photo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branson checking out the teenage girls who were acting like...well, giggly teenage girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwog3y7GI/AAAAAAAAC3k/fIgM6jyX-mk/s1600-h/photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434420479185316962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwog3y7GI/AAAAAAAAC3k/fIgM6jyX-mk/s400/photo5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was still using manual focus and I'm going to give that up for a while.  His hand is more in focus than his eyes.  And the eyes should always be in focus.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434420467856978914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwn2q6M-I/AAAAAAAAC3U/kEHFFXLOSGY/s400/photo3.jpg" /&gt;I have learned to appreciate the non smiling photos. They tell so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434420459177006626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwnWVcViI/AAAAAAAAC3M/slj-3n5ZRT0/s400/photo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now if only I could spend hours and hours behind my camera instead of doing laundry, running errands and getting things done for Cub Scout Day Camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-1862939729578177786?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1862939729578177786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1862939729578177786' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1862939729578177786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1862939729578177786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/dibble-dabble-learn.html' title='Dibble, Dabble, Learn'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2rwt_618OI/AAAAAAAAC30/P3Yxn0wmTzg/s72-c/photo6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4017368564345023263</id><published>2010-02-03T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:58:35.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make You Go "Hmmmm?"</title><content type='html'>What is so magical about mom and dad's shower that causes all the kids to fight over who gets to use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come every toddler has a normal, everyday word that comes out sounding like the worst possible swear word. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson's&lt;/span&gt; is "frog." Although Anderson's was more of a phrase. Whenever we would drive past a gas station he would get excited thinking we were headed to "go get some gas." But in his toddler voice he simply stated, "get gas" but it sounding more like he was wanting to "kick" something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the dirty clothes get dropped or thrown onto the floor only to land inches away from the laundry basket...repeatedly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Does she really think that cute tan boots, slick basketball sweats and a nice flowery shirt match? Yes...yes she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At church on Sunday, why does everyone (including John) think that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson's&lt;/span&gt; snacks are a free for all. Come on guys it is not a movie with concessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson's&lt;/span&gt; thing with garbage cans!? He loves to push them over and then body slam them on the ground. This is just peachy when the can is full of potato peelings and raw chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we love our pets so much? The dog is untrained, fat, lazy and she smells . Our cat is completely bipolar...I am sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is it about Fishy Crackers? Between the older kid's school lunches and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson's&lt;/span&gt; snacks I am pretty sure we could keep that company in business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that all of a sudden things just start falling apart around the house. The kitchen faucet starts dripping, one of the toilets starts running &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time, the garage door won't shut, and the bathroom fan sounds like it's going to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Sydney choose the topic of "Not Bullying" for her Family Home Evening lesson this week? And why did she continue to look at her older brothers the entire time she was giving it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I completely stole this one from my cousin &lt;a href="http://number1sandyplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Noelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;Why does motherhood often feel like you are stuck in the movie Groundhog Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-4017368564345023263?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4017368564345023263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4017368564345023263' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4017368564345023263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4017368564345023263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things That Make You Go &quot;Hmmmm?&quot;'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5812359042506157330</id><published>2010-02-02T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:37:27.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Get To School?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2hr3JdJOCI/AAAAAAAAC20/jabcBNbPojs/s1600-h/cart3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433711545597638690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2hr3JdJOCI/AAAAAAAAC20/jabcBNbPojs/s400/cart3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sydney and Grandpa Cazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-5812359042506157330?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5812359042506157330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5812359042506157330' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5812359042506157330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5812359042506157330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-get-to-school.html' title='How Do You Get To School?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2hr3JdJOCI/AAAAAAAAC20/jabcBNbPojs/s72-c/cart3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-870821489739581823</id><published>2010-02-01T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:35:43.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am Soooo Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I so dang excited? Because ALL the photos on this post are my very first photos taken MANUALLY! All by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;...shutter speed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aperture&lt;/span&gt;, and focus! Up until Saturday I was taking all my pictures on auto. The only thing I have done to these photos is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;size&lt;/span&gt; them down and change them to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JPG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to fit on my blog. I didn't retouch any of them. I know they aren't perfect but hey...it's a start!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chBg2yRSI/AAAAAAAAC0k/LKzH3mwMXPs/s1600-h/bransonskateboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347785329100066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chBg2yRSI/AAAAAAAAC0k/LKzH3mwMXPs/s400/bransonskateboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I discovered that when you are super pumped to do a photo shoot and the lighting is perfect, an over-active toddler is NOT your best subject. But what do you do...he was the only one home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chBLK9cAI/AAAAAAAAC0c/zj0Pb_xJS1Q/s1600-h/bransonskateboard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347779508137986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chBLK9cAI/AAAAAAAAC0c/zj0Pb_xJS1Q/s400/bransonskateboard2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to Seattle on Saturday to attend an amazing crash course taught by &lt;a href="http://nicolephoto.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nicole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gerulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was worth every penny. I took a picture of my class notes in an incredibly dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chA_nv8PI/AAAAAAAAC0U/clRMy-hPfgo/s1600-h/photoclasstablet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347776407662834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chA_nv8PI/AAAAAAAAC0U/clRMy-hPfgo/s400/photoclasstablet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even brought in a model for us to teach us about proper lighting. (And yes she has clothes on :) She was wearing a strapless dress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chAV27gFI/AAAAAAAAC0M/bUzsvmk0ij0/s1600-h/photoclassmodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347765197045842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chAV27gFI/AAAAAAAAC0M/bUzsvmk0ij0/s400/photoclassmodle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dandeedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Danyelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was the one who told me about the class and talked me into taking it. She even posed for me so I could practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2cg_2uxGiI/AAAAAAAAC0E/DsHqsjVdGRU/s1600-h/photoclassdanyelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347756841310754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2cg_2uxGiI/AAAAAAAAC0E/DsHqsjVdGRU/s400/photoclassdanyelle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I am thrilled! I feel like I can take my photography to a whole new level and I can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am saving up for my dream lens (one that can capture shots during basketball games) and I have made a bit of extra money taking family photos for friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need your picture taken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only charge $75 for a 1-2 hour family photo shoot and $50 for a photo shoot of a single person, child, or baby. This pays me for my time at the shoot and for the hours I spend editing and retouching your photos. When the pictures are ready you get a CD full of&lt;em&gt; every&lt;/em&gt; photo taken at the shoot and another CD with the retouched photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a call if you're interested!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-870821489739581823?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/870821489739581823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=870821489739581823' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/870821489739581823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/870821489739581823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-i-am-soooo-excited.html' title='Why I am Soooo Excited!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S2chBg2yRSI/AAAAAAAAC0k/LKzH3mwMXPs/s72-c/bransonskateboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8188709423090322852</id><published>2010-01-25T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:19:31.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Wait</title><content type='html'>When on earth did it happen? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did my first baby boy turn into a young man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like every time I look at Anderson he is growing and changing into the man he will someday be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember my mom saying that she never understood mom's who "couldn't wait." They "couldn't wait" until their kids were walking. Then they "couldn't wait" for their kids to start school. And they "couldn't wait" for their kids to get out of the teen years. My mom said often that she enjoyed each year and every stage that her children went through. She told me that if I spend my motherhood "waiting" for the next stage all the good times will come and go without me ever experiencing the joy that comes with each of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have enjoyed my kids. Now I will admit that there are times when I want to put them in a box and ship them to Timbuktu, but I love being a mother and I realize that motherhood comes with a price (the price being our patience, our sanity, our sleep, our time and our love.) We give it all and I think 18 years is just too dang short. I feel cheated already...that is not enough time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anderson played the role of a good son and let me take a bunch of photos of him while we were watching for trains with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;. Did I mention that we will be purchasing him a razor on Monday...I am not ready for this.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430136229060872130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u4IVcnB8I/AAAAAAAACxE/stDGNctMWWY/s400/fencechoc.jpg" /&gt;He doesn't like the smiling shots...not cool enough I guess.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430135667661265170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u3nqEg2RI/AAAAAAAACwc/QP16lT_Lw7U/s400/smilecolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430136222077460066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u4H7bonmI/AAAAAAAACw8/WD7Fl647c88/s400/trackcolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430135658667684130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u3nIkRsSI/AAAAAAAACwU/0EuYV3nVw7U/s400/posecolor.jpg" /&gt;The next picture is Anderson's choice look. There were several other black and white shots that he liked and he seems to prefer the "overexposed look" I love that he cares.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430136212866270786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u4HZHhBkI/AAAAAAAACw0/uMu0TFny09s/s400/sidelookhollywood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430135684388226850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u3ooYiByI/AAAAAAAACws/uvql7P5QTLs/s400/siderailscolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430135675466516594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u3oHJbiHI/AAAAAAAACwk/2hH_Jv9t12E/s400/closeupfall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430135648139927842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u3mhWQ4SI/AAAAAAAACwM/xSm-FNblx80/s400/pocketgoldvint.jpg" /&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/7546654757754279791-8188709423090322852?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8188709423090322852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8188709423090322852' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8188709423090322852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8188709423090322852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-can-wait.html' title='I Can Wait'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1u4IVcnB8I/AAAAAAAACxE/stDGNctMWWY/s72-c/fencechoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5718040008383206066</id><published>2010-01-23T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:16:52.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' On Sunshine--With Both Feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; got his cast off &lt;em&gt;for good&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430044235562926818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1tkdm9iwuI/AAAAAAAACu8/qnSudfaFqfg/s400/castoff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He remembered the "scary" saw from the last cast removal and began to cry and say "Bye Bye" as soon as we walked into the lobby of the Doctor's office. But despite being scared out of his mind he was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good. Ignoring the NO FOOD ALLOWED signs I snuck in a large Jack in The Box French Fry to help with the experience. The nurses and doctor thought the fries were a great idea (but then they are the ones who had to pin him down to the table.) All trauma aside, the second we got home he was walking stiffly around the house as if nothing had ever happened. Now that the cast is gone he is on to bigger and taller things...climbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-5718040008383206066?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5718040008383206066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5718040008383206066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5718040008383206066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5718040008383206066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/01/walkin-on-sunshine-with-both-feet.html' title='Walkin&apos; On Sunshine--With Both Feet!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1tkdm9iwuI/AAAAAAAACu8/qnSudfaFqfg/s72-c/castoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-9080615087054030937</id><published>2010-01-17T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:56:05.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is on My Mind (in no particular order)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day Camp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contact Lenses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School Book Fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homeschooling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meetings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doctors Appointments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parenting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weight Loss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spirituality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kids Sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ADD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Potty Training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I know where the term "puzzling" came from.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1QRz3SLwzI/AAAAAAAACuM/pRkkGw-kOI0/s1600-h/IMG_6261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427983033599509298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1QRz3SLwzI/AAAAAAAACuM/pRkkGw-kOI0/s400/IMG_6261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-9080615087054030937?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/9080615087054030937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=9080615087054030937' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/9080615087054030937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/9080615087054030937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-on-my-mind-in-no-particular.html' title='What is on My Mind (in no particular order)...'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S1QRz3SLwzI/AAAAAAAACuM/pRkkGw-kOI0/s72-c/IMG_6261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-276630373278278494</id><published>2010-01-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:30:24.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Cold</title><content type='html'>With a little coaxing from Dad, Anderson joined his school's wrestling team. They started practice after the winter break and the workouts have been kickin'.....his.....booty!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426262223421694674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S030vh0r4tI/AAAAAAAACtM/1hneURuKlQw/s400/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426262215061458770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S030vCrcz1I/AAAAAAAACtE/Qtvp1SOUTMU/s400/sleep1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-276630373278278494?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/276630373278278494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=276630373278278494' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/276630373278278494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/276630373278278494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-cold.html' title='Out Cold'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S030vh0r4tI/AAAAAAAACtM/1hneURuKlQw/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-789549223593199394</id><published>2010-01-10T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:36:34.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Heads...No, Three Heads Are Better Than One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two years ago I got my Christmas &lt;em&gt;"Thank You"&lt;/em&gt; cards out in June...I am not joking...JUNE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year I think they went out sometime towards the end of January, but this year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;less than one week after Christmas Baby!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0rFZXLkm2I/AAAAAAAACs8/IslgNgVPHuA/s1600-h/thankyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425365740631137122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0rFZXLkm2I/AAAAAAAACs8/IslgNgVPHuA/s400/thankyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned before that my own kids DO NOT cooperate for a photo sitting.  I took about eight different shots of them on Christmas day and all I can say is...Only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; of my kids head is actually from this original photo!  I had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; three of them in!  Good Grief!&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/7546654757754279791-789549223593199394?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/789549223593199394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=789549223593199394' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/789549223593199394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/789549223593199394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-headsno-three-heads-are-better-than.html' title='Two Heads...No, Three Heads Are Better Than One!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0rFZXLkm2I/AAAAAAAACs8/IslgNgVPHuA/s72-c/thankyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8661135987948635396</id><published>2010-01-06T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:08:53.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY...of Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;THE GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We spent an evening decorating a gingerbread house together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tv8jSVhdI/AAAAAAAACsc/TYtK45rDr1g/s1600-h/buildhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723674804258258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tv8jSVhdI/AAAAAAAACsc/TYtK45rDr1g/s400/buildhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turned out really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tv707TCOI/AAAAAAAACsM/WKDiiZ4wQv8/s1600-h/cutehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723662359595234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tv707TCOI/AAAAAAAACsM/WKDiiZ4wQv8/s400/cutehouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt; THE BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1/2 an hour after we finished, the kids noticed that our beautiful house had a roofing problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tvuo1pHLI/AAAAAAAACsE/N59D6_smhk4/s1600-h/housesplit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723435776351410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tvuo1pHLI/AAAAAAAACsE/N59D6_smhk4/s400/housesplit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;THE UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the house that the Cazier's built.&lt;br /&gt;This is the house that collapsed under the strain of the Holidays less than an hour after the Cazier's built it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723425262370834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvuBq6gBI/AAAAAAAACr8/zwC2R8jqUWk/s400/housefall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;THE GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids loved their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Anderson and his skateboard.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723418567703042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tvtoux-gI/AAAAAAAACr0/v6gidR3OH5Q/s400/anderson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cayden and all his basketball gear.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723408322091090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvtCkCWFI/AAAAAAAACrs/7A1cvibmetA/s400/cayden.jpg" /&gt;Sydney and her roller skates.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me...she really &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723407531654450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tvs_nlPTI/AAAAAAAACrk/uqP2uJXJI6Q/s400/skates.jpg" /&gt;And Branson loves his SUPER BRANSON cape from &lt;a href="http://dandeedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aunt Danyelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723127667843474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvctC2YZI/AAAAAAAACrc/-ntYRZS_wHM/s400/cape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;THE BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branson abused those super powers and decorated both living room couch cushions, the chair cushion and the ottoman with permanent Sharpie marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723116854021394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvcEwojRI/AAAAAAAACrU/FYAplRtsvx0/s400/pen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;THE UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couch cushions I simply flipped over but the footstool wasn't so lucky. Tried Magic Erasure, tried my favorite carpet cleaner, tried hairspray and salt...you can't flip a foot stool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723107046284402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvbgOSXHI/AAAAAAAACrM/Pv_JHn4yFvM/s400/ugly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;THE GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got some snow over the holidays!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723100703042914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvbIl8LWI/AAAAAAAACrE/BnKXkYJ1v6o/s400/wowsnow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;THE BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't fit a boot over a cast.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423723090345558770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvaiAhgvI/AAAAAAAACq8/PoAU7vWichc/s400/boot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;THE UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put one of John's wool hunting socks over the cast and sent Branson outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423722766801906210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvHsttKiI/AAAAAAAACq0/RURCvwzSPfw/s400/noshoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh Mom...are you kidding me?"&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvHFGyOaI/AAAAAAAACqs/UT172mLEh_8/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423722756169677218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvHFGyOaI/AAAAAAAACqs/UT172mLEh_8/s400/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently, to a two year old, getting snow on your sock is not cool. He came inside saying "More more boot. More more boot" and would have nothing to do with Dad's old, ugly sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423722753651045042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvG7uS8rI/AAAAAAAACqk/Ycxkb-yZh3o/s400/sock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;THE GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anderson loves to shoot guns and he is a very good shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;THE BAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't get to go to the shooting range very often. And is always asking for his dad to take him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;THE UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a trip to the range over the break I expected Anderson to show me another big Bulls Eye poster with all his dead eye shots marked on the paper. Nope! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead he chose to shoot at a Osama Bin Laden poster!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which he immediately hung up on his door so I see it every single time I walk down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423722744434343122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvGZY3PNI/AAAAAAAACqc/nh2NA1wxArc/s400/IMG_9139.jpg" /&gt;Now Branson already ripped half the poster off but here is a close up of Anderson's target practice. The head, the heart...and of course for all you mothers with boys...there were quite a few shots a touch lower as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvF7PKUDI/AAAAAAAACqU/n-1ouI1vKsw/s1600-h/closeshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423722736340586546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0TvF7PKUDI/AAAAAAAACqU/n-1ouI1vKsw/s400/closeshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's a rundown of our holidays...and not to worry, we really aren't as dysfunctional as we seem.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8661135987948635396?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8661135987948635396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8661135987948635396' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8661135987948635396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8661135987948635396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-bad-and-uglyof-christmas-2009.html' title='THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY...of Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Tv8jSVhdI/AAAAAAAACsc/TYtK45rDr1g/s72-c/buildhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7489010622253316770</id><published>2010-01-04T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:04:10.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been Up To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not blogging that's for sure! But I miss it...and I am going to repent. But besides playing games with my kids and spending  time with family I have been getting to do a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. Now some of the results I LOVE and others...well lets just say it was a bit too late at night to be doing anything!&lt;a href="http://justforfunbyamyj.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-page-freebie.html"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422795372806254578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0GjqQ2_r_I/AAAAAAAACok/jR3xEgy0m3M/s400/goats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;digi&lt;/span&gt; scrapbook you can get a free Quick Page of the above layout at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; blog. Just click on the "Goats on the Roof" layout to take you there.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Gjsg2E2RI/AAAAAAAACpE/3plDF8EV08c/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422795411457104146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0Gjsg2E2RI/AAAAAAAACpE/3plDF8EV08c/s400/grandma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0GjsNVBEaI/AAAAAAAACo8/lOD_BS6F9wY/s1600-h/handsome+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422795406218170786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0GjsNVBEaI/AAAAAAAACo8/lOD_BS6F9wY/s400/handsome+boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0GjraZP3QI/AAAAAAAACo0/RfI5EJSF6Yg/s1600-h/janscraplift+challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422795392545709314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0GjraZP3QI/AAAAAAAACo0/RfI5EJSF6Yg/s400/janscraplift+challenge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422795381717326130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0GjqyDj2TI/AAAAAAAACos/woRmv41z3-Y/s400/cubs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest...I am glad that as far as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; goes, I am not caught up! It is so much fun to go back and capture those memories from years past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7489010622253316770?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7489010622253316770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7489010622253316770' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7489010622253316770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7489010622253316770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='What have I been Up To?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/S0GjqQ2_r_I/AAAAAAAACok/jR3xEgy0m3M/s72-c/goats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2673487869392915431</id><published>2009-12-27T23:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:24:27.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let the innocent face fool you...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420184679656132194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SzhdP6_rDmI/AAAAAAAACoM/zCZARGnt_-U/s400/bransontie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first put the tie on him he didn't notice anything was out of the ordinary...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420184568987506066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SzhdJeuN1ZI/AAAAAAAACoE/VEK_zmBF04s/s400/bransontie3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he realized that something was different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420184560364404034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SzhdI-mTvUI/AAAAAAAACn8/ee0R5y5kfic/s400/bransontie6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really different... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420184548328326482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SzhdIRwrxVI/AAAAAAAACn0/9uVQhOXANyM/s400/bransontie4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he wanted noooo part of it...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420184543036967074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SzhdH-DICKI/AAAAAAAACns/wwK4HQFR4LI/s400/bransontie5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "tie fit" surprisingly only lasted a few seconds and the tie remained intact all the way through church!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420185375146504594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Szhd4Z5f8ZI/AAAAAAAACoU/2KRQTzhlXP8/s400/IMG_9113.JPG" /&gt;Now does anyone have good advice as to what I can put on his forehead to keep it from scaring? The marks aren't fading and the ointments that I have been applying don't seem to help. And yes I photoshopped them out of the first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SzhdHSbO2FI/AAAAAAAACnk/eu4NeAcRgDw/s1600-h/bransontie2.jpg"&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-2673487869392915431?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/2673487869392915431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=2673487869392915431' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2673487869392915431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2673487869392915431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/12/spiffy.html' title='Spiffy'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SzhdP6_rDmI/AAAAAAAACoM/zCZARGnt_-U/s72-c/bransontie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5990298865038225585</id><published>2009-12-17T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:35:12.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyshE7cF37I/AAAAAAAACm8/Ri1jh1-3a28/s1600-h/IMG_8548+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416459345401864114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyshE7cF37I/AAAAAAAACm8/Ri1jh1-3a28/s400/IMG_8548+copy+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "To catch the real meaning of the spirit of Christmas we need only drop the last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;syllable&lt;/span&gt; and it becomes the spirit of Christ" President Thomas S. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-5990298865038225585?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5990298865038225585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5990298865038225585' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5990298865038225585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5990298865038225585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/12/spirit-of-christmas.html' title='The Spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyshE7cF37I/AAAAAAAACm8/Ri1jh1-3a28/s72-c/IMG_8548+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6254668780802208141</id><published>2009-12-16T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:04:52.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Larson Family Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on the infamous day that Branson and I had our stroller mishap by the river I was able to take the &lt;a href="http://benandalissa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Larson family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photos. Alissa is Sydney's awesome piano teacher and her husband Ben works with John at McLoughlin. They have an adorable little girl, Katie, who is almost two. I have been itching to share their photo shoot but wanted to wait until their Christmas card was out so I didn't take anything away from their family pictures. Katie is beautiful and I couldn't get enough of her eyes and lips!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415925689752310418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk7uFOZUpI/AAAAAAAACms/EhebWOIjJYs/s400/familyholdBW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415927350820297874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk9OxL3XJI/AAAAAAAACm0/Ln2sUuBvIgo/s400/holdmespice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415925679608318290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk7tfb4SVI/AAAAAAAACmk/Z9Telkcwnz8/s400/momtallsepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415925669451857394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk7s5mY_fI/AAAAAAAACmc/de3KHnrJ4WA/s400/Upfall.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415922099988302898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk4dIT9jDI/AAAAAAAACls/vh94QL7SJII/s400/profileBW.jpg" /&gt;So I just have to point out...see that little strip of dry grass directly &lt;em&gt;behind&lt;/em&gt; the Larson family...yep, that's the rut that sent me and Branson flying.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415925662172190450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk7seeyFvI/AAAAAAAACmU/veyPprBP_dQ/s400/walkingtogethercolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415922129900667378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk4e3voAfI/AAAAAAAACmM/YoqNdiLd4Mo/s400/cantcatchmecolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415922110555232082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk4dvrUF1I/AAAAAAAACl0/YpxrhMFW8N8/s400/WalkGoldenvintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415921358429732722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk3x9ynv3I/AAAAAAAAClc/los9dLHoO48/s400/momkatieBW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415921339224028658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk3w2Pn9fI/AAAAAAAAClM/DJ2T_X5QFpY/s400/lovedadcolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415921335162582114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk3wnHTNGI/AAAAAAAAClE/IGq9nCFWV3c/s400/FamilygroundBlack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415920613887490866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk3GoJ6uzI/AAAAAAAACk8/3pi5RWasZPQ/s400/eyesfixedcolor.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415920610908673922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk3GdDtl4I/AAAAAAAACk0/FSMPt8kMLOs/s400/dadshandromance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415920601425901698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk3F5u1-II/AAAAAAAACks/qFaHNA59X5E/s400/Daddyssmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415920593014102850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk3FaZUG0I/AAAAAAAACkk/HABWjBFx3xY/s400/blowkissescolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415920583286163922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk3E2J_idI/AAAAAAAACkc/ATn1ZckBuAg/s400/benchgoldvintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-6254668780802208141?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6254668780802208141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6254668780802208141' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6254668780802208141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6254668780802208141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/12/larson-family-photo-shoot.html' title='Larson Family Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Syk7uFOZUpI/AAAAAAAACms/EhebWOIjJYs/s72-c/familyholdBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-3800738631897578358</id><published>2009-12-14T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:20:51.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyZh8RFVXtI/AAAAAAAACkU/imj-K7jAqC4/s1600-h/CAST1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123289965420242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyZh8RFVXtI/AAAAAAAACkU/imj-K7jAqC4/s400/CAST1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep...the cast is back on. When they removed the first cast the x-ray showed that the break was healing well. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; hobbled around without the cast for a few days and then refused to put any pressure on his injured foot and started crawling again. The doctor said there is no way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re-injure&lt;/span&gt; this type of break but that his leg probably needs more time in the cast for the added support. So for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;five more weeks&lt;/span&gt; we will be having sponge baths. We went for the dark blue cast this time and he has been walking around on it better than ever. In fact...he has insisted on helping out more around the house. I have made the appointments and the rest of the family will be getting their casts put on next week.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyZh7nncNfI/AAAAAAAACkM/6-U39Tp6y5o/s1600-h/cast2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123278834185714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyZh7nncNfI/AAAAAAAACkM/6-U39Tp6y5o/s400/cast2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7546654757754279791-3800738631897578358?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/3800738631897578358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=3800738631897578358' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3800738631897578358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3800738631897578358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/12/blue-christmas.html' title='Blue Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyZh8RFVXtI/AAAAAAAACkU/imj-K7jAqC4/s72-c/CAST1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6243081310702732814</id><published>2009-12-10T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:25:52.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who?</title><content type='html'>So I spent the better part of today turning a clearance &lt;em&gt;Guess Who&lt;/em&gt; game into a personal game to give to Sydney for Christmas...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyF_2v-LoJI/AAAAAAAACic/Yl7rS8Quauw/s1600-h/game4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413748805642985618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyF_2v-LoJI/AAAAAAAACic/Yl7rS8Quauw/s400/game4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I bought the MARVEL game for $7.99 with the idea to cover all the X Men, Super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Villains&lt;/span&gt; with Pictures of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sydney's&lt;/span&gt; family and cousins. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413748788748376706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyF_1xCMWoI/AAAAAAAACiU/-fLhq4Cd0Lo/s400/game3.jpg" /&gt; I just printed out photos to match the size of the card sets and then attached my pictures over the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comic book&lt;/span&gt; characters. (I just may or may not have glued John's photo over all the Mr. Fantastic cards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyF_1Ykw1tI/AAAAAAAACiM/MHTRF5l3qhk/s1600-h/game1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413748782182487762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyF_1Ykw1tI/AAAAAAAACiM/MHTRF5l3qhk/s400/game1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 24 different characters I was able to do both sets of Grandparents, mom and dad, all her cousins, the dog, the cat and her closest second cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyF_02GUtWI/AAAAAAAACiE/JCXJIUPdmsA/s1600-h/game2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413748772928009570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyF_02GUtWI/AAAAAAAACiE/JCXJIUPdmsA/s400/game2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Think she'll like it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-6243081310702732814?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6243081310702732814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6243081310702732814' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6243081310702732814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6243081310702732814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SyF_2v-LoJI/AAAAAAAACic/Yl7rS8Quauw/s72-c/game4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7803469203469046312</id><published>2009-12-07T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:24:31.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Christmas Spirit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; got his cast off on Friday and the first thing we did was stick him in the bath. (You don't know how badly I wanted to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Photoshop &lt;/span&gt;all his bumps and scrapes...but he has been having a rough month to say the least.) He had added a few action figures to his bath water and he kept pointing to one of them and saying something over and over... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sx1kXnAWESI/AAAAAAAACh0/M9DBNjXTDio/s1600-h/jesus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412592683939402018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sx1kXnAWESI/AAAAAAAACh0/M9DBNjXTDio/s400/jesus2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "Jesus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sx1kXHVt2gI/AAAAAAAAChs/S1IMmoTQwLQ/s1600-h/jesus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412592675439106562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sx1kXHVt2gI/AAAAAAAAChs/S1IMmoTQwLQ/s400/jesus1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK honey...yes he has a beard but I don't think Jesus ever dressed up like Rambo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7803469203469046312?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7803469203469046312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7803469203469046312' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7803469203469046312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7803469203469046312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-christmas-spirit.html' title='The True Christmas Spirit!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sx1kXnAWESI/AAAAAAAACh0/M9DBNjXTDio/s72-c/jesus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4067074439580595263</id><published>2009-12-02T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:16:09.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Authentic Mom?</title><content type='html'>My Blogging friend &lt;a href="http://caymancindy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tagged me as a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;True Authentic Mom&lt;/span&gt;! If I was ever to feel honored about accepting an award...this would be it. Us mom's don't get too many pats on the back and this was such a sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. Kristin says she picked me because, "Your stories and your pictures of your children could win awards." Now she doesn't say &lt;em&gt;WHAT&lt;/em&gt; awards. It could be The Crappiest Mom of the Year award....or the Don't ever Listen to &lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt; Advice award, but I'll take it! I am now supposed to tell five things that make me an authentic Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FROZEN FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I opened my fridge to take a picture of all the boxes of frozen pizzas, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corn dogs&lt;/span&gt; and other teen friendly foods but they were already gone! My boys eat 4-5 meals a day and I cannot keep up! So you are thinking..."you feed them that crud? You're a terrible mom!" I feed them a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner. The "Teen Foods" are for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after school&lt;/span&gt; meal and the right before bed meal. How do you eat a dinner of Chili, cornbread, chips and cookie salad and then two hours later eat three pizza pockets? These boys are a bottomless pit!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879878454582882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOlNWYHmI/AAAAAAAAChc/elmuT1QOOX0/s400/mom1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEIGHT WALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a "height wall." It's mismatched, sloppy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt; and I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879648062483602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOXzEnrJI/AAAAAAAACgk/56yJlC46eGE/s400/mom8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love looking back at the years when the kids wanted me to measure them several times a month.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879868004294402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOkma1XwI/AAAAAAAAChU/tN4uACyGcNo/s400/mom2.jpg" /&gt;I love that we have more than just the kids on the wall. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879862268630402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOkRDWFYI/AAAAAAAAChM/jr99SvMv5qk/s400/mom3.jpg" /&gt;And to say that my boys are excited to make their marks OVER mine is an understatement. Should I tell them that 4 foot 11 isn't a hard mark to beat?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879685200227138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOZ9a8q0I/AAAAAAAAChE/56v_DESY4VE/s400/mom4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUR PLAYROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we added on to the house many years back I designed the playroom so that it is smack in the middle of the kitchen area and the family room. You actually have to walk through the toys to get between the two rooms. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879671749415074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOZLUBkKI/AAAAAAAACg8/uFq37FvOsvw/s400/mom5.jpg" /&gt;Yes it often looks like this....But all toys, coloring books, puzzles, board books, VHS movies, games, and learning materials are in one room.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879661078070914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOYjjxxoI/AAAAAAAACg0/oyR4MUdjoR4/s400/mom6.jpg" /&gt;And I was called "crazy" for the placement of the room. People have asked if I run a preschool or daycare. Nope, I am just a mom who knows that wherever mom is...that is where the kids and toys will end up. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879656866716466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOYT3tmzI/AAAAAAAACgs/0xvgyhgmi4s/s400/mom7.jpg" /&gt;I actually love it. And when it is clean I love it even more.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879318329113314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOEmuDuuI/AAAAAAAACgc/8ohYFQiKvbo/s400/mom9.jpg" /&gt;And someday (I am NOT in any hurry) when the kids are done with their room, the crazy road carpet will be replaced with wood floors and the walls will be lined with beautiful bookcases. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879310610601970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOEJ90l_I/AAAAAAAACgU/krL14P_qKtk/s400/mom10.jpg" /&gt;But my dream library can just wait, cause I think our playroom rocks...and so does &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879300561846914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdODkiAwoI/AAAAAAAACgM/nXeIBSJasKw/s400/mom11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Tree Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Christmas but throw in a curious toddler and I love it even more. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410878999328385362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdNyCWW6VI/AAAAAAAACfc/XnpcO5Ci2so/s400/mom17.jpg" /&gt;My kids love the tree and whenever we have a little one at Christmas John and I make wagers about how many ornaments will end up smashed at the bottom of the stairs or in pieces under the tree. So far &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; has only sent one red ball to its doom. He prefers to pull the little top off the balls and smell the insides. Go figure. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879292485256562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdODGcZxXI/AAAAAAAACgE/3RkNXVhJj7A/s400/mom12.jpg" /&gt;Christmas ornaments have replaced Hot Wheels cars for the moment. I pick up at least ten a day...sitting under the tree minus their metal hanger and top.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879012148548946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdNyyG7FVI/AAAAAAAACfs/D62JcwdF1D4/s400/mom15.jpg" /&gt;Oh he knows he isn't supposed to "mess" with the tree.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879282489127138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOChNI8OI/AAAAAAAACf8/m2xaqWNJ3RQ/s400/mom13.jpg" /&gt;But those bright, shiny, glass orbs are just so dang tempting.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879021358208290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdNzUarVSI/AAAAAAAACf0/Y8WXLjZazX4/s400/mom14.jpg" /&gt;And it isn't just the 2 year old who "plays" with the tree. Sydney seems to enjoy it almost as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410879006822571218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdNyeRHHNI/AAAAAAAACfk/MgGONKOBYBI/s400/mom16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CREATIVE FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have wanted to post about our "Summer Sledding" for quite some time. But the boys tend to do it in the dark and that makes taking photos a bit challenging. Those who know me well, know that I am VERY picky about my lawn. I love it to be freshly mowed and dark green and weed free. But my front and back yards are often turned into a four wheeler race track. I really try not to cringe as they turn sharply on two wheels but I put my foot down and insist that they do NOT continue to turn around on the same patch of grass over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Several years ago we had a green winter but I had bought the boys each a round, plastic disk sled. They hooked one of them up to the four wheeler with a rope and off they went. Well the disks didn't survive and so Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cazier&lt;/span&gt; fused the two disks together and reinforced the front with wood so the rope wouldn't break through. Now the boys whip each other, and their friends, around our lawn all year long. A bit white trash looking but they love it! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410878990951415394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdNxjJIfmI/AAAAAAAACfU/sMlBUZqn5uE/s400/mom18.jpg" /&gt; So I may not be named mother of the year but I don't care. I love being a mom. It is all I ever wanted to be, and some days (most days) I have to remind myself of that fact. But I also love that my friends and family around me are also moms. I am now supposed to nominate 5 other Moms as a Truly Authentic Mom. How do you do that? How do you leave someone out? My list of women are the first 5 ladies that came to my mind. Whether they blog or not isn't part of the criteria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- She has never let 6 kids slow her down or wear her out. She loves being home with her kids and always puts being a mom at the top of her list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cornersofmymindblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- She worries more than anyone I know that she isn't doing her best at being a mom. This alone makes her good at what she does. Often when I call in the middle of the day she is playing a board game with her kids or taking fun trips to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dandeedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Danyelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- She is great at teaching her kids the standards and beliefs of the gospel. She has a family theme every year and she is always making sure that she surrounds her kids in appropriate and uplifting activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://brenwhiz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Her four beautiful children were adopted and Bren is the perfect example that being a mom isn't about giving birth. She is a real person who isn't afraid to ask for help as a mom and she is her kids number one fan and advocate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://spurgeonnews.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Debie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ashtondebbie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Debbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- So I couldn't leave it at 5. These ladies have such good, fun loving kids. Both of their blogs are full of the funny things their kids say and do. They keep it real and they are great moms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-4067074439580595263?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4067074439580595263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4067074439580595263' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4067074439580595263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4067074439580595263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-blogging-friend-kristin-tagged-me-as.html' title='True Authentic Mom?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SxdOlNWYHmI/AAAAAAAAChc/elmuT1QOOX0/s72-c/mom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5814030681038820960</id><published>2009-11-25T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:10:58.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winners!</title><content type='html'>Random.org picked 4,9 and 10 as the lucky winners of the Christmas CD! That means Aubrey, Kristen and Alissa WIN! You three lucky ladies will receive your prize shortly!  Please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:amyjcaz@hotmail.com"&gt;amyjcaz@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; with your address!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also feeling like a million bucks today! I have several freebies on my &lt;a href="http://justforfunbyamyj.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and they have already been picked up and recognized by the free digital sites. It's pretty cool to see my stuff on worldwide blogs that I visit every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-5814030681038820960?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5814030681038820960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5814030681038820960' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5814030681038820960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5814030681038820960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/winners.html' title='The Winners!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2734609785950691962</id><published>2009-11-22T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:53:35.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling For Fridays</title><content type='html'>Picture me pushing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in his stroller down a rough cement walk way toward the Columbia River bike path. We see hundreds of seagulls directly in front of us just milling around. Can you see the light bulb click in my brain...how fun it would be to push &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really fast yelling "Fly Birdies Fly!" How thrilled a toddler would be to see so many birds fly off at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture me taking exactly three running steps. In that picture did you see the small patch of grass growing out of a crack in the cement...no? Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture the stroller coming to a complete stop after the wheels hit that patch of grassy weeds. But do I stop...oh no I do not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this...The stroller slams forward into the ground as the weight of my body continues on even after the stroller has come to a halt. I fly (I think I caught some serious air) over the stroller and end up sprawled on the cement quite a distance in front of the stroller. Before I assess my own wounds I look back after hearing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; screaming. Now sometime during this whole charade the seagulls flew off in all their splendid glory but I sure didn't see it and neither did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cause he was face down against the cement and completely covered up by the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are going to skip Fridays for a while. He broke his leg on a Friday and this happened last Friday. I am still pretty sore from the fall and you should see the nasty ginormous bruise on my thigh. But it is nothing compared to what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; received. I feel terrible! Every time I look at it a wave of motherly guilt hits me in the gut. And no one was even there to get a good view of a 30 something woman flying over her son's stroller. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407196080070557218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Swo4L699fiI/AAAAAAAACdM/GB1VWvTBlJg/s400/ouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you are a digital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooker&lt;/span&gt; I have a freebie template that you can find &lt;a href="http://justforfunbyamyj.blogspot.com/2009/11/template-freebie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;here.&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/7546654757754279791-2734609785950691962?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/2734609785950691962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=2734609785950691962' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2734609785950691962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2734609785950691962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-for-fridays.html' title='Falling For Fridays'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Swo4L699fiI/AAAAAAAACdM/GB1VWvTBlJg/s72-c/ouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2552437587193275530</id><published>2009-11-20T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:17:36.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Giveaway!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;I LOVE CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Swa97zc5k8I/AAAAAAAACc0/LFtEa6ljA9Q/s1600/light5x7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406217237826212802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Swa97zc5k8I/AAAAAAAACc0/LFtEa6ljA9Q/s400/light5x7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Some of the things I love about this Christ centered holiday are the shopping, the service, the happiness, the excitement, the gatherings, the spirit, the presents, the food, the decorations, and the music! Leave a comment and be entered to win a mix of Christmas music. You can choose between &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;A Child's Christmas&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;An Adult Christmas Mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mix of Both Adult &amp;amp; Children's Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Just let me know in your comment which one you would pick if you were to win. Three winners will be picked at random in a few days! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-2552437587193275530?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/2552437587193275530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=2552437587193275530' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2552437587193275530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2552437587193275530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-giveaway.html' title='A Christmas Giveaway!!!!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Swa97zc5k8I/AAAAAAAACc0/LFtEa6ljA9Q/s72-c/light5x7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5053928955046076181</id><published>2009-11-18T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:30:04.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Anderson was off with his dad catching two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steelhead&lt;/span&gt; and shooting one pheasant, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; stayed home.  When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; and Macy came over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; got an idea...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQe1t3TYEI/AAAAAAAACcE/mdVyglEQy3o/s1600/hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405479360944889922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQe1t3TYEI/AAAAAAAACcE/mdVyglEQy3o/s400/hunt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take one roll of toilet paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478871297285474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeZNyN3WI/AAAAAAAACb0/w-TcCUk32Tw/s400/monday8.jpg" /&gt;One enthusiastic volunteer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeY-GyzQI/AAAAAAAACbs/TkCD-Rlt1ow/s1600/monday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478867088624898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeY-GyzQI/AAAAAAAACbs/TkCD-Rlt1ow/s400/monday7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And wrap away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeYUDgy3I/AAAAAAAACbk/gy9tgbxRb3Q/s1600/monday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478855800572786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeYUDgy3I/AAAAAAAACbk/gy9tgbxRb3Q/s400/monday6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was impressed that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; first asked if it was OK to use an entire roll of toilet paper for their little game.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478853987480050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeYNTPMfI/AAAAAAAACbc/mWF2AzMUnHA/s400/monday5.jpg" /&gt;I said it was fine as long as &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; single bit of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; was picked up.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478591198822610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeI6VigNI/AAAAAAAACbU/kmUvNGEbjd4/s400/monday4.jpg" /&gt;So what do you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; with all that toilet paper when you are done making mummies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478587960098274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeIuRXfeI/AAAAAAAACbM/2lSC_op6RmU/s400/monday3.jpg" /&gt;Why you wet it down and form a giant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; snowball of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478577817215634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeIIfHYpI/AAAAAAAACbE/k6XATrE5_l8/s400/monday2.jpg" /&gt;Hours later when I ran into the kids bathroom to grab something this is what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478574579249618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQeH8bH8dI/AAAAAAAACa8/2SBgYcoECgY/s400/monday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-5053928955046076181?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5053928955046076181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5053928955046076181' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5053928955046076181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5053928955046076181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwQe1t3TYEI/AAAAAAAACcE/mdVyglEQy3o/s72-c/hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8881593441426715447</id><published>2009-11-16T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:48:14.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Icing on The Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I would love to take credit for these cute photos of Branson, I can't. Anderson not only let him lick the edges of the frosting bowl but he helped himself to my most prized material possession...my camera.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwIynTAfeLI/AAAAAAAACaY/NdiRWuBN1Ng/s1600/bowl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404938153496639666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwIynTAfeLI/AAAAAAAACaY/NdiRWuBN1Ng/s400/bowl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So besides cute shots of the youngest Cazier getting a sugar high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwIynCij1hI/AAAAAAAACaQ/vtUxFtCvx-Q/s1600/bowl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404938149076129298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwIynCij1hI/AAAAAAAACaQ/vtUxFtCvx-Q/s400/bowl3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the other news that is finger lickin' good... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404937899175023842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwIyYflflOI/AAAAAAAACaA/ARl5bsK-8TU/s400/bowl1.jpg" /&gt;is that I am now a part of a digital Scrapbooking CT (creative team)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwIyYn_9HRI/AAAAAAAACaI/NzNnbUWCV9o/s1600/bowl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404937901433494802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwIyYn_9HRI/AAAAAAAACaI/NzNnbUWCV9o/s400/bowl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get to design digital scrapbook pages for &lt;a href="http://scrappinwithlori.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Scraps-n-Pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so excited to take this on and I feel honored to be chosen. I have started a new blog to highlight my hobbies so take a peek at &lt;a href="http://justforfunbyamyj.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Just For Fun...A Place for Scraps &amp;amp; Photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as I get the hang of this I want to start offering digital freebies. This may not make any sense to most of you but I am ecstatic!&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/7546654757754279791-8881593441426715447?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8881593441426715447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8881593441426715447' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8881593441426715447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8881593441426715447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/frosting-on-cakeor-in-bowl.html' title='The Icing on The Cake'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SwIynTAfeLI/AAAAAAAACaY/NdiRWuBN1Ng/s72-c/bowl4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7371769771321610406</id><published>2009-11-09T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:22:25.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was honored when&lt;a href="http://dandeedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Danyelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked if I would take Abby's photos for her baptism. They came over on a gorgeous November day and while Abby was putting on her dress I snuck outside with Oliver to snap a few pictures. Take two very cute kids and a beautiful fall day and this is what you get...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkeozNH69I/AAAAAAAACY8/KNW-8kLeDhI/s1600-h/abbybigsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402382914296474578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkeozNH69I/AAAAAAAACY8/KNW-8kLeDhI/s400/abbybigsmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svked7ZIr2I/AAAAAAAACY0/GAtN6h_HWeg/s1600-h/abbyshoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402382727515778914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svked7ZIr2I/AAAAAAAACY0/GAtN6h_HWeg/s400/abbyshoulder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402382716178252578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkedRKDwyI/AAAAAAAACYs/adH1aNjn2iU/s400/abbyspice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402382714415155826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkedKltCnI/AAAAAAAACYk/Iwak5_TscwE/s400/abbyprofile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402382708258396546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svkeczp0WYI/AAAAAAAACYc/FnLKRDB3pxo/s400/abbyoldfade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402382699565019410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkecTRJ8RI/AAAAAAAACYU/4ViSCvHrkwg/s400/abbybw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381983075552434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdymIwTLI/AAAAAAAACYM/HNi-UXf2NQo/s400/abbyhoneyvintage.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381980974552754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdyeT1lrI/AAAAAAAACYE/fgFTOXhfHcw/s400/abbyfield.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381303778301826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdLDjq14I/AAAAAAAACXk/Mkfb0khA27k/s400/olivereyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381976724882722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdyOeoxSI/AAAAAAAACX8/p64H_0Fjrno/s400/oliversidefall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381965477489122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdxklDKeI/AAAAAAAACX0/YcR2EjpmQms/s400/olivercheekbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381283849497650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdJ5URbDI/AAAAAAAACXE/WEytcDNQVwo/s400/oliversmirk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381962363336290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdxY-k9mI/AAAAAAAACXs/c1kV2bW62HE/s400/olivercolorleaf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381299197578850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdKyfijmI/AAAAAAAACXc/AdUEBTekC40/s400/oliverhappyfall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381296717661490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdKpQSBTI/AAAAAAAACXU/cWCpW7_grUY/s400/oliversmallsmilefade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381287990555794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkdKIvk9JI/AAAAAAAACXM/bRdUkBJ6vCs/s400/oliversmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Now if only my kids would be so cooperative when I go to take their picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7371769771321610406?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7371769771321610406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7371769771321610406' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7371769771321610406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7371769771321610406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-photo-shoot.html' title='Fall Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvkeozNH69I/AAAAAAAACY8/KNW-8kLeDhI/s72-c/abbybigsmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1619749706216193664</id><published>2009-11-09T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:49:33.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAST that Splint Aside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thursday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; turned 2 years old!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402137241514414850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg_MwxgEwI/AAAAAAAACVU/14yR0qtLx_U/s400/cars8.jpg" /&gt;On Thursday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; got a handsome blue cast to replace the nasty ole' splint.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402137235577681954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg_MaqEuCI/AAAAAAAACVM/n-6sC5Bm2bI/s400/cars7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to say that on Thursday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; was happy and sweet and the perfect Birthday Boy...but he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140926942811778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvhCjSEGloI/AAAAAAAACVc/IOiEjmylAp4/s400/cry.jpg" /&gt; On Thursday Night he did love opening presents...presents that were all "floor friendly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg-3SCu3FI/AAAAAAAACU8/qqf9GFEV8M0/s1600-h/cars5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402136872487935058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg-3SCu3FI/AAAAAAAACU8/qqf9GFEV8M0/s400/cars5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He got some Elmo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt;, new books, a cars and trucks sound puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg-3KHx1uI/AAAAAAAACU0/6oMcctAnQIk/s1600-h/cars4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402136870361618146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg-3KHx1uI/AAAAAAAACU0/6oMcctAnQIk/s400/cars4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and his favorite...&lt;br /&gt;the Fisher Price Race and Crash Speedway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402136859524290962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg-2hv9WZI/AAAAAAAACUs/LMLxMG95k2g/s400/cars3.jpg" /&gt; I had seen this in the store before and had decided that it was a toy I would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; purchase. (When will I learn &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; to use that word?) It didn't require enough imagination or creativity on the child's part. But after a week of not being able to run and jump and ride around on his tractor, and thinking about the l...o...n...g four weeks ahead...this toy was exactly what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; (and Mom) needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402136856315600402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg-2Vy8nhI/AAAAAAAACUk/Csh6SG-AzRE/s400/cars2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need I say more? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402136850458311282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg-1_-denI/AAAAAAAACUc/nwlYbZJliKw/s400/cars1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-1619749706216193664?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1619749706216193664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1619749706216193664' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1619749706216193664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1619749706216193664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/cast-that-splint.html' title='CAST that Splint Aside!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Svg_MwxgEwI/AAAAAAAACVU/14yR0qtLx_U/s72-c/cars8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6857633676901697064</id><published>2009-11-06T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:48:28.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday...Say Hi!</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday and all I want to know is who visits my blog. Just leave me a comment and I will be one happy 30 something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-6857633676901697064?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6857633676901697064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6857633676901697064' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6857633676901697064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6857633676901697064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-my-brithdaysay-hi.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday...Say Hi!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2880439753261269885</id><published>2009-11-04T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:41:09.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Branson's splint and Branson's Mom Have in Common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are both becoming completely unraveled.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvJxtZC3YsI/AAAAAAAACUU/LNGCQPXpQO4/s1600-h/bransonleg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400503927801602754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvJxtZC3YsI/AAAAAAAACUU/LNGCQPXpQO4/s400/bransonleg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; broke his leg last Friday but the orthopedic surgeon didn't want to see him until this Thursday. They wanted to be absolutely sure that the swelling was down. I failed to mention to the receptionist, as she gave me the date of his appointment, that this would land on his second birthday. So besides having to wait forever to get a cast on his leg the pore little guy has to spend his birthday in a doctors office. We have been keeping one of John's socks on the leg so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; can't mess with it, but today he beat me to the punch. I heard him saying "Ow....owwww...ow.....owweeey." When I came around the corner he had completely dismantled his splint and all the fluff that goes around it. If you think this looks bad, you should see &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my bookshelves that are at ground level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-2880439753261269885?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/2880439753261269885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=2880439753261269885' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2880439753261269885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2880439753261269885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-does-bransons-splint-and-bransons.html' title='What does Branson&apos;s splint and Branson&apos;s Mom Have in Common?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SvJxtZC3YsI/AAAAAAAACUU/LNGCQPXpQO4/s72-c/bransonleg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6883605096199955367</id><published>2009-11-02T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:01:38.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November New Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We haven't received our &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Church Magazines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yet for this month. It seems that November is always a tad late due to it being a General Conference Issue.  But Scott Ashton looked on line and on page 9 of The New Era is a picture of the most handsome boys I have ever seen!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Su-3dW6FnSI/AAAAAAAACUM/YRCYAC7WHWU/s1600-h/new+era.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399736193233820962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Su-3dW6FnSI/AAAAAAAACUM/YRCYAC7WHWU/s400/new+era.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anderson 3rd one in from the left. Cayden far right.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I really can't believe it! I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; wanted to be in the New Era when I was a teenager.  I guess I will have to live vicariously through my kids.  And I will be eagerly awaiting for the actual magazine to arrive in the mail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-6883605096199955367?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6883605096199955367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6883605096199955367' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6883605096199955367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6883605096199955367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-new-era.html' title='November New Era'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Su-3dW6FnSI/AAAAAAAACUM/YRCYAC7WHWU/s72-c/new+era.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8668169706073680012</id><published>2009-10-31T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:03:11.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have posted before how much Branson loves his &lt;a href="http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/cars.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hotwheels cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have also mentioned how those Hotwheels cars end up all over the entire house. Well yesterday those cars got the best of him when he stepped on a car on the wood floor with his left foot. His left leg went one way and his body went another. After a trip to the ER we discovered that Branson has broken his Tibia (the large bone between the knee and the ankle.) The copy of the X-Ray that we were given wasn't all that clear and trying to scan it into my computer made it even less clear so I have gone over the break with red so that you can see it more clearly.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788204862849042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuxZRLBrQBI/AAAAAAAACT8/ZajZYVbMrbY/s400/xrayred.jpg" /&gt;Before the Pain Meds kicked in...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787848038777778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuxY8ZwMA7I/AAAAAAAACTc/ZFFwxLeda0c/s400/leg2.jpg" /&gt; After the Pain meds kicked in...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787859597064434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuxY9Ez5ePI/AAAAAAAACTs/s8ermAsmZoY/s400/leg4.jpg" /&gt;No hard feelings towards his precious Hotwheels cars...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787863814088050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuxY9UhUJXI/AAAAAAAACT0/UHiYf5-KUeE/s400/leg5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact...the splint makes great racing lanes for the cars. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787841339513858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuxY8Ay9XAI/AAAAAAAACTU/Q4TiG9uQCkc/s400/leg3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom can't wait for the leg to be in an actual cast on Monday. Toddlers might have a little more difficulty removing that. Until then we will watch lots of Elmo, race Hotwheels cars, keep up on pain medication and play in the beans.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787854975716930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuxY8zmFTkI/AAAAAAAACTk/SZSMVzwNEAs/s400/leg1.jpg" /&gt;And maybe open up a few Birthday presents a week early.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398803967450806722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuxnmrPf-cI/AAAAAAAACUE/fsdhclqPCJY/s400/firetruck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8668169706073680012?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8668169706073680012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8668169706073680012' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8668169706073680012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8668169706073680012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/car-wreck.html' title='Car Wreck'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuxZRLBrQBI/AAAAAAAACT8/ZajZYVbMrbY/s72-c/xrayred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2204143924527989172</id><published>2009-10-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T05:00:05.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am a Lucky Woman</title><content type='html'>So Monday found me once again in the dentist chair.  I don't know why my teeth are so sensitive but they always have to numb me up more than normal and when I have work done like a crown or a root canal I am always in pain for days after.  Monday was no different, but when I woke up from a wonderful drug induced &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stupor&lt;/span&gt; I saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; holding two beautiful red roses and a bottle of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lavender&lt;/span&gt; Spa Bubbles.  So for the last two days I have enjoyed having fresh flowers in my kitchen....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397756632902734370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuivDyAtEiI/AAAAAAAACSc/PkXmy0MD3qU/s400/rose.jpg" /&gt;and last night after everyone else was in bed I soaked in a hot bubble bath and read my new Peg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kehret&lt;/span&gt; book for several hours.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuivMTxJeaI/AAAAAAAACSk/XWcqU1QxlQI/s1600-h/rose+note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397756779403245986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuivMTxJeaI/AAAAAAAACSk/XWcqU1QxlQI/s400/rose+note.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have I mentioned that I love my husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7546654757754279791-2204143924527989172?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/2204143924527989172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=2204143924527989172' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2204143924527989172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2204143924527989172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-am-lucky-woman.html' title='Why I am a Lucky Woman'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuivDyAtEiI/AAAAAAAACSc/PkXmy0MD3qU/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8352859797026651945</id><published>2009-10-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:52:11.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ghostly Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; ghost from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hauntings&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween's &lt;/span&gt;past?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuixYgI-syI/AAAAAAAACS0/rlA3YvBtbuQ/s1600-h/flourghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397759187906114338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuixYgI-syI/AAAAAAAACS0/rlA3YvBtbuQ/s400/flourghost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Nope&lt;/span&gt;...it's just the&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flour Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuixYfxhizI/AAAAAAAACSs/DDX-zUXi2BM/s1600-h/flour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397759187807734578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuixYfxhizI/AAAAAAAACSs/DDX-zUXi2BM/s400/flour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;As a side note:&lt;/em&gt; This game was first introduced to my family when I was 17 and I had a bunch of friends over for a big party. Several of my friends wanted me to invite this one guy who was a total Jock. So for their sake I invited him and that night he showed us all how to play the "flour game" and...lets just say that the jock captured my heart that night and the rest is history.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8352859797026651945?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8352859797026651945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8352859797026651945' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8352859797026651945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8352859797026651945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghostly-presence.html' title='A Ghostly Presence'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuixYgI-syI/AAAAAAAACS0/rlA3YvBtbuQ/s72-c/flourghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5695484303339722728</id><published>2009-10-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:27:40.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John's FHE Snack...er BLOB</title><content type='html'>John's &lt;em&gt;Most Dangerous Cake Recipe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it so dangerous?  According to John it is because it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; easy you'll make too much and get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 1: Cram the whole dang family into the kitchen to share the little counter space that you have to bake on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Suij6wQN_SI/AAAAAAAACSU/qg6DUF1rk-M/s1600-h/fhe10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397744383184207138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Suij6wQN_SI/AAAAAAAACSU/qg6DUF1rk-M/s400/fhe10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STEP 2: Take up some of that counter space with your toddler by simply plopping him on the counter so he can make his own cake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuijV5cpr6I/AAAAAAAACSM/MjaTJEMEJm8/s1600-h/fhe8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397743749997113250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuijV5cpr6I/AAAAAAAACSM/MjaTJEMEJm8/s400/fhe8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 3: Add all your dry ingredients to a big mug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    4 TBS flour---(Anderson don't worry if it's not level, rock solid cakes taste good too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    4 TBS sugar----(No Sydney, it DOES NOT say "heaping" TBS of sugar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    2 TBS cocoa----(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; I don't think you want to try licking &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; chocolate off the spoon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397743743684096418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuijVh7gsaI/AAAAAAAACSE/AVCKCSAb9hc/s400/fhe1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; STEP 4: Mix it well with a fork until it is really sticky gooey thick and gross looking&lt;br /&gt; STEP 5: Add 1 egg and mix it again thoroughly&lt;br /&gt; STEP 6: (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt;) Add the egg shells as well&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuijVI_9mZI/AAAAAAAACR8/9Tig69lzefE/s1600-h/fhe11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397743736991881618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuijVI_9mZI/AAAAAAAACR8/9Tig69lzefE/s400/fhe11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STEP 7: Pour in 3 TBS Milk, 3 TBS Oil and 1 splash of vanilla extract. Stir it up and then smell it to see if it's going to be any good.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397743732641074946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuijU4ypjwI/AAAAAAAACR0/6U54dwhnW_g/s400/fhe9.jpg" /&gt;STEP 8: Put in a handful of chocolate chips and stir it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397742179130038722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Suih6dgwWcI/AAAAAAAACRk/wxo3EzcM7TQ/s400/fhe7.jpg" /&gt;STEP 9: Cook the mug of sludge in the microwave on high for 3 minutes.  Watch the ooze grow! (And remind me never to buy a black microwave again...I seriously have to wipe the front of that thing down several times a day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397742173337827442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Suih6H7yOHI/AAAAAAAACRc/tSo0J8ho2AQ/s400/fhe6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 10:  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; over what you have created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuijUYLGh1I/AAAAAAAACRs/4rt0_4HchbY/s1600-h/fhe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397743723885266770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SuijUYLGh1I/AAAAAAAACRs/4rt0_4HchbY/s400/fhe5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STEP 11: Make lots of jokes about what your cake &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397742171032857650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Suih5_WPLDI/AAAAAAAACRU/Q3vXt8k4Wic/s400/fhe4.jpg" /&gt;STEP 12: Drizzle caramel, chocolate, whipped cream or just pour in some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397742158677562434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Suih5RUgVEI/AAAAAAAACRM/NjjpfO5_l50/s400/fhe3.jpg" /&gt;STEP 13: Then faint away from the sheer goodness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397742155243921266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Suih5Eh3H3I/AAAAAAAACRE/eBdDNZh2sdw/s400/fhe2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; DISCLAIMER:  (&lt;em&gt;I didn't really think it tasted all that good...but the kids (and John) loved it.)&lt;/em&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/7546654757754279791-5695484303339722728?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5695484303339722728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5695484303339722728' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5695484303339722728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5695484303339722728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/johns-fhe-snacker-blob.html' title='John&apos;s FHE Snack...er BLOB'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Suij6wQN_SI/AAAAAAAACSU/qg6DUF1rk-M/s72-c/fhe10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5214248584805341365</id><published>2009-10-21T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:05:54.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>So I have never missed attending school. I don't miss the textbooks, the lectures or the tests. I am grateful that I earned my degree but I have not looked back since. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy learning and I love that at this time in my life I can actually learn about the things that I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to. I am anxiously waiting to get into Jessica &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sprague's&lt;/span&gt; Photography class, but until then I am getting a lot of information on the computer. Every day I discover talented people who are willing to share what they know. One &lt;a href="http://ninascraps-rockinggirls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooker&lt;/span&gt; encouraged us to find a ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;oto&lt;/span&gt; that didn't turn out so great. She said to mess with it and alter it until you get it to look not just good, but amazing. I found a blurry photo of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; and his cousin Audrey. Not only is it not very clear, but their faces are blotchy and they look like they have ginormous foreheads. After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tweaking&lt;/span&gt; it for over an hour...I think I can live with the results. It's like Photo Rescue 911! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Before Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395237314367288066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/St-7wJHLcwI/AAAAAAAACQw/tBhmM4BUBKw/s400/blurry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395237317929600658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/St-7wWYgBpI/AAAAAAAACQ4/7All8jo7fO0/s400/kisses.jpg" /&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/7546654757754279791-5214248584805341365?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5214248584805341365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5214248584805341365' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5214248584805341365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5214248584805341365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/St-7wJHLcwI/AAAAAAAACQw/tBhmM4BUBKw/s72-c/blurry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1213211937386364897</id><published>2009-10-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:49:59.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I took on my very first digital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; challenge! As I have mentioned before there are awesome designers on line that offer tons of great freebies. Many of them encourage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbookers&lt;/span&gt; to use their products to create a layout and then enter a challenge. I am so new at this digital thing that I have never taken the opportunity and accepted a challenge. At &lt;a href="http://threepaperpeonies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Paper Peonies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;the colors and designs are always gorgeous and after taking a peak at the newest papers I just had to give it a shot. It was so much fun! I usually start with a template and go from there but this time I relied on the &lt;a href="http://threepaperpeonies.blogspot.com/2009/10/harvest-new-paper-pack-new-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;beautiful papers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to guide me. I started from scratch and created it all on my own. We were encouraged to go with the theme of &lt;em&gt;focus &lt;/em&gt;by designing a page that shows evidence of something we have been focusing on in our life lately. As I have mentioned before, with taking a parenting course I have really been focused on my children and what kind of mom I am each and every day. This really was fun but I am also nervous knowing that someone else will be looking at my page and seeing what I have done with their materials. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394941445703745266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/St6uqUc0PvI/AAAAAAAACQo/Klbxrz9bVMo/s400/focussydney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-1213211937386364897?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1213211937386364897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1213211937386364897' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1213211937386364897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1213211937386364897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/challenge.html' title='A Challenge'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/St6uqUc0PvI/AAAAAAAACQo/Klbxrz9bVMo/s72-c/focussydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-3935692276800487867</id><published>2009-10-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:12:15.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cayden's Digi Pages</title><content type='html'>For Home Economics Cayden was given the assignment to create a 10 page 8 1/2 x 11 scrapbook about himself. He had to spend at least 8 hours with family members on the project and include things like journaling and titles. After I mentioned to him that he could design the pages on the computer he was all for it. So with my guidance Cayden produced 10 pages that are all him from start to finish. It was interesting to see how particular he was about choosing his template, photos, papers and fonts. He loved learning how to use Adobe and he was pretty proud of the results. I loved the hours we spent working together on the computer and I thought he did a great job on his pages. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394328854856178978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyBg1tXnSI/AAAAAAAACQg/TsHT4lj5uBs/s400/title+page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394328848865617618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyBgfZG5tI/AAAAAAAACQY/O0oFgcXV6Yc/s400/ocean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394328834031339874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyBfoIVyWI/AAAAAAAACQQ/VSMWqCjSGWQ/s400/one+year+old.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394328820529692562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyBe11S_5I/AAAAAAAACQI/-MdvtrTovGk/s400/SCHOOLYEARS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394328811314095202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyBeTgIJGI/AAAAAAAACQA/_2aO4F4gVgM/s400/silverwood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327325649634370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyAH0-HhEI/AAAAAAAACP4/mDVxD09i6pI/s400/cabin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327314816426354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyAHMnR4XI/AAAAAAAACPw/Ctg7M6X53Zo/s400/basketball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327300631708466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyAGXxYQzI/AAAAAAAACPo/cpEn0RkzbYU/s400/nbc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327291305537218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyAF1B2LsI/AAAAAAAACPg/w6Obn6Kv90c/s400/grandparents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327279607221506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyAFJcwDQI/AAAAAAAACPY/HJhFMqLBUYs/s400/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-3935692276800487867?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/3935692276800487867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=3935692276800487867' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3935692276800487867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3935692276800487867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/caydens-digi-pages.html' title='Cayden&apos;s Digi Pages'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/StyBg1tXnSI/AAAAAAAACQg/TsHT4lj5uBs/s72-c/title+page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4665248062370919723</id><published>2009-10-08T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:49:09.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Ss5oTGdvggI/AAAAAAAACPQ/YfMTMgiyRI8/s1600-h/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390360481371226626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Ss5oTGdvggI/AAAAAAAACPQ/YfMTMgiyRI8/s400/fence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There has been a shift in the way I look at parenting. I am enjoying it the way I always wanted to.  It is still hard but I am finding myself spending more time having fun with the kids than yelling at them.   I have been taking a Love and Logic class at the school and it has helped me realize that I need to treat parenting like Heavenly Father treats us.  He sent us to earth to learn and to experience both the good and the bad.  But he didn't just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abandon&lt;/span&gt; us without any guidelines. Christ came up with the perfect plan, one of choice and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accountability&lt;/span&gt; and that is exactly how I feel I should raise my kids.  I plan to teach them through example and loving conversations what is right and safe and true. But I will also let them know that I will always love them no matter what choices they make and I will follow through and allow consequences to happen.  Parenting is tricky...everyone has an opinion on how we should or should not raise our kids.  But I think my best bet is to follow the only perfect example I know, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-4665248062370919723?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4665248062370919723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4665248062370919723' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4665248062370919723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4665248062370919723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Ss5oTGdvggI/AAAAAAAACPQ/YfMTMgiyRI8/s72-c/fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6792612420071200638</id><published>2009-10-06T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:20:37.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the Air &amp; the Trees are Full of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389504805221873970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsteEMaCuTI/AAAAAAAACPA/BRd0c2Ugg9I/s400/tree3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389500811457253842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SstabueW0dI/AAAAAAAACO4/oD7MeWEW6HI/s400/tree4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389500795529446370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SstaazI3w-I/AAAAAAAACOw/1LOyYTjA-8Q/s400/tree2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389500786298819874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SstaaQwHlSI/AAAAAAAACOo/J4pGnnm7TD4/s400/tree1.jpg" /&gt; Sydney's favorite thing to do in her "me" time is write stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite thing to do in my "me" time is to scrapbook on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I guess you already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389506065690307106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SstfNkBIqiI/AAAAAAAACPI/9RJPMaGz3YU/s400/sydney+treeleft.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389500763447295490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SstaY7n4_gI/AAAAAAAACOY/YbdyVTG8o4E/s400/sydneytreeright.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-6792612420071200638?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6792612420071200638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6792612420071200638' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6792612420071200638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6792612420071200638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-is-in-air-trees-are-full-of.html' title='Fall is in the Air &amp; the Trees are Full of...'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsteEMaCuTI/AAAAAAAACPA/BRd0c2Ugg9I/s72-c/tree3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1135072942758627820</id><published>2009-10-03T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:50:49.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Leaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SshvyYGFLDI/AAAAAAAACOQ/iALp8okSRXs/s1600-h/conf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388679865400896562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SshvyYGFLDI/AAAAAAAACOQ/iALp8okSRXs/s400/conf3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anderson and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; traveled to Utah with their Scout Leader and were able to go to the Priesthood session of conference. It is weird to me that they are having this awesome experience without me or John there to share it with them. I guess I need to get used to it. In a few years they will be having tons of amazing experiences in college, on their missions, in marriage. I was so dang excited when I checked &lt;a href="http://ashtondebbie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Debbie's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and there was a photo of my boys! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; is second from the left (and bald) while Anderson is front and center with the grey tie. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388587044746789666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsgbXgNngyI/AAAAAAAACOA/REK0Ql8u1cw/s400/conference.jpg" /&gt; Can I just say how thankful I am for good leaders. Scott Ashton and Brandon Mitchell took both my boys to Scout Camp at Fire Mountain in August. The second night of camp &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; became very sick. He was feverish, sick to his stomach and pretty much down right miserable. He wanted us to come and get him (it was about a four hour drive) and we were ready to do just that. Nothing is worse than being sick and not being home in your own bed. These two wonderful men not only took care of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; and kept us up to date on how he was feeling, but they are worthy Priesthood holders who gave him a blessing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; had a good night and felt much better in the morning. As a mother I am so grateful that these leaders are the kind of men who they are. It didn't matter that my children were away from home because even without their parents nearby they were in the best possible hands. These men don't have to live the life they do, but I am so blessed that they choose to follow Christ and be such an example to these young men.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388679858536958002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sshvx-hlyDI/AAAAAAAACOI/0jEsG2OO8Dc/s400/conf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-1135072942758627820?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1135072942758627820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1135072942758627820' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1135072942758627820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1135072942758627820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-leaders.html' title='True Leaders'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SshvyYGFLDI/AAAAAAAACOQ/iALp8okSRXs/s72-c/conf3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7127431698912294927</id><published>2009-10-02T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:17:15.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy an Easy Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>So when you have a few extra items left over from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;: Cub Scout Day Camp...it is real easy to purchase the left over items and use them for a birthday party. I didn't think a group of nine year old girls would enjoy a crime scene party as much as they did!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388020093802012194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXunW8XiI/AAAAAAAACNo/LuQuF8hstjs/s400/bday5.jpg" /&gt;It was Sydney's idea to have the invitations printed backwards so her friends would have to read the directions in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388030644414937554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYhUvdFedI/AAAAAAAACN4/s-sLfEO0mLg/s400/cards.jpg" /&gt;OK...so I remember when I would spend hours and hours creating the perfect cake. How did I do that!? I spent exactly 5 minutes on her cake. Two minutes buying it from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart bakery (it was blank other than the little circle candies sprinkled around the sides) Two minutes writing "I SPY" with store bought icing in a can (it comes out like the cheese in a can) and one minute to push the candles and magnifying glass into the icing. I can truly say that Sydney was thrilled with the cake...so glad I didn't worry about building a cake in the shape of a magnifying glass like I had originally planned.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388020078867421634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXtvuQmcI/AAAAAAAACNY/tL_FKSfzQ0A/s400/bday2.jpg" /&gt;Decorations were easy...crime scene tape and caution tape everywhere. We always get a picture with each friend as they arrive at the party.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388020083499916770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXuA-u3eI/AAAAAAAACNg/AiffFGlmAUg/s400/bday6.jpg" /&gt;Each "Secret Agent" received their own clipboard, and while we waited for the other guests to arrive they "fingerprinted" their boards. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388019754071625714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXa1w6D_I/AAAAAAAACNQ/yKj2iZavwY0/s400/bday3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388019747133360210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXab6siFI/AAAAAAAACNI/vNeVoXbvOnQ/s400/bday4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other planned activity was the CLUE/TREASURE HUNT. Each girl placed her Suspect list on her clipboard and was ready for the big case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388019735477421202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXZwftBJI/AAAAAAAACNA/3vPpBV8s3Bo/s400/bday8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the game go smoothly I let them know that it wasn't a race. All the girls could look for the two hidden papers at each spot but unless your name was on it you weren't supposed to pick it up. At each station there was a HINT and a CLUE. The hint helped them check off their suspect/item/room list as they tried to narrow down: 1. who committed the crime 2. what item was stolen 3. what room the item was taken from. Then there was the CLUE that told them what location they could find the next HINT and CLUE. All the girls did a great job. They would shout out the person's name when they found the hidden clue and then they all listened as they took turns reading the clues out loud.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388019726147583506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXZNvS_hI/AAAAAAAACM4/jVxPvJoEqQI/s400/bday7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final clue led the girls to our BBQ Grill where hidden inside was their goody bag...a small Spy kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388019711011070690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXYVWeIuI/AAAAAAAACMw/b4J0l-wyDQ4/s400/bday1.jpg" /&gt;The bags were 3 for $1.00 at Dollar Tree. The girls also got a magnifying glass, tweezers, note pad, pen, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;specimen&lt;/span&gt; baggie, fingerprinting dusting brush, vinyl gloves, chalk, and candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With time left before parents would come, the girls continued to play "SPY" for the rest of the afternoon.&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/7546654757754279791-7127431698912294927?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7127431698912294927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7127431698912294927' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7127431698912294927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7127431698912294927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-spy-easy-birthday-party.html' title='I Spy an Easy Birthday Party!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsYXunW8XiI/AAAAAAAACNo/LuQuF8hstjs/s72-c/bday5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-986674641014994800</id><published>2009-09-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:02:11.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy J and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day</title><content type='html'>The morning started off with the usual: making school lunches and sending the kids out the door. But then I gave Branson (who is almost 2) a haircut and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to mow Ivy Glades which takes 2 hours&lt;em&gt; if&lt;/em&gt; I drive the lawn mower like a mad woman. My mom could watch Branson but she absolutely had to pick up my grandma for an appointment by 2:00 which means I would need to be back to get Branson by 1:30ish. It was 11:10. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I latched Branson's car seat into my father-in-law's truck. I latched Branson into the car seat and then I had to run back into the house because I forgot my i-pod and sunglasses (both a must for mowing lawns for two hours.) I hooked up the trailer to the truck, loaded the lawn mower onto the trailer and dropped Branson off at my moms at 11:20. It wasn't until I was headed to Ivy Glades that it occurred to me that the lawn mower was out of gas &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I noticed in my rear view mirror that the trailer looked pretty crooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll move to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving to the nearest gas station there was a line at every pump. The guy in front of me filled his tank and then nonchalantly headed into the mini mart to do some major grocery shopping. While I was sitting there it dawned on me that I didn't close the garage door at the house and no one was home. OK...so I will have to very quickly swing back by the house and shut the door. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was finally my turn to pump the owner of the store came out and began directing me. I wanted to tell him that "yes I am a woman but I can pull a large trailer through a gas station." Of course I didn't but when I tried to pull farther out past the pump he started waving his arms all crazy and yelled "stop!" There was still tons of room left! Oh well. When I got out he was instructing the lady behind me and he had her pull within two inches of my trailer. Ummmm, see the big tall sides on my trailer. Yeah, I kind of need to put the back of the trailer down so I can put gas &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the lawn mower! I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured since I was in a hurry and I could reach only one of the lawn mowers gas tanks anyway I would only fill up one side. While I was stretched as far as my 4'11 frame would go...dangling over the tall wooden sides of the trailer...pumping gas into the lawn mower...the guy next to me said, "Hey do you know you have a flat on your trailer?" I assured him that the tire had a slow leak but that it was fine. Getting off the trailer and returning the nozzle to the pump I took a look at the tire...not looking good. I'll have to forget about returning home to shut the garage door cause this baby is only going to make it to Ivy Glades. I wish it could make it to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove the 1/4 mile down the road worrying that someone was going to break into the house while I was gone, I heard the tire blow... then I heard the thumpety thump thump of a completely flat tire. I wasn't stopping for nothing...I pulled into Ivy Glades with a totally flat, steaming hot tire. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I could worry about the trailer later. I was now going to enjoy some peaceful, although speedy, lawn mowing. As soon as I put my headphones in I realized that in my haste I had actually grabbed Anderson's old headphones. Not only do they not fit my ears but they have a terrible short in them. As I mowed, I got to listen to the background music of all my songs with an occasional burst of singing when I moved the cords just right. There also must have been something wrong with Ivy Glades sprinkler system because two of the large areas where I mow were flooded and I had to drive through several inches of water. Next week, I'm going to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mowed the lawn in record time and loaded the mower back into the trailer. My plan was to unhitch the trailer and leave it and the mower behind while I ran to my mom's to get Branson. Yeah...I couldn't lift the trailer off the hitch with a heavy duty lawn mower on it! So I backed the mower down off the trailer. Even with the mower off, the trailer was extra heavy and totally lopsided with the flat tire. It about killed me, and I injured the muscle in my shoulder trying to get the dang thing off the truck, but I did it! I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to load up the lawn mower I forgot what happens when a trailer is no longer hooked to a vehicle. As the weight of the mower landed on the trailer the front end sprang up toward me and the mower...I about pooped my pants! Then, of course, when the mower was completely on the trailer it fell back down again and I about pooped my pants for a second time.&lt;br /&gt;With that all done I was ready to roll, until I tried unlocking the drivers side door off the truck and it wouldn't budge for nothing! Kicking it really hard didn't help either. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unlocked the passenger side door and leaned over Branson's car seat to unlock the door from the inside. Yeah, That didn't work either. Cramming my body even further into the truck, my shoulder was on fire and so was my temper, I finally reached the door handle and pushed the door open. As I was climbing back out of the truck and over the car seat I heard the door swing shut and lock...again. I repeated my contortionist moves to open the door a second time and headed to my moms on time to get Branson. It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386986816080343602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsJr974ucjI/AAAAAAAACMk/H-YWI8VdJl4/s400/tire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-986674641014994800?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/986674641014994800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=986674641014994800' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/986674641014994800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/986674641014994800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/amy-j-and-terrible-horrible-no-good.html' title='Amy J and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SsJr974ucjI/AAAAAAAACMk/H-YWI8VdJl4/s72-c/tire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6568906796929499375</id><published>2009-09-24T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:10:53.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Spats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air and saying, "Can't you all just get along!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days there is no contention whatsoever and it is like a magical veil of happiness has covered the entire house.  But most days, as soon as the three older kids get home from school, there is a constant buzz of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arguing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; in the background with the occasional high pitched scream and crying. What is most shocking is how quickly the peace I felt all day long is shattered. Throughout the day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; and I don't bicker and argue. &lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt; get along. We share. We play.  We have quiet time.  I know how I feel about our calming day coming to a complete halt...How do you feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SruYLDegV_I/AAAAAAAACMc/wplkAvive1Q/s1600-h/IMG_6062-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065095130798066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SruYLDegV_I/AAAAAAAACMc/wplkAvive1Q/s400/IMG_6062-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-6568906796929499375?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6568906796929499375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6568906796929499375' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6568906796929499375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6568906796929499375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/sibling-spats.html' title='Sibling Spats'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SruYLDegV_I/AAAAAAAACMc/wplkAvive1Q/s72-c/IMG_6062-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-3678830419509614362</id><published>2009-09-22T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:33:28.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Blood</title><content type='html'>I am not the type of mom that gets freaked out easily.  I like my kids to experience things as long as they don't cause harm to somebody or something.  Children running through my house screaming with joy usually doesn't drive me crazy...although sometimes it does push me over the edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I love our kids and no matter what they are going through we try to treat them as equals.  This was surprising to most people while Anderson was going through his treatments for Leukemia.  In fact...Children's hospital called us twice, asking our permission to give out our phone number to some local parents of children will ALL.  They told us that they had never seen parents so willing to let their children "live" with Leukemia.  Many parents are so scared of losing their child that they put them in a box, don't let them attend school, play with friends, and experience disappointments. They wanted these families to give us a call and for us to tell them how well Anderson was doing in public school and living life like a normal kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Anderson's condition demanded more of our time, love and concern, but he did just as many chores as his brother and sister and he got in trouble when he did something wrong.  John and I realized that children who have life threatening illnesses are usually stronger than most adults.  Anderson had experienced more in his 4 years of life than in our 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I going with this rambling of thoughts.  Anderson was diagnosed in May of 2000 at 4 1/2 with Leukemia.  If he hadn't been airlifted that night he would have died. Within 24 hours of being on chemotherapy his body reacted perfectly and he was in remission.  Years later, towards the end of second grade he was able to take his last dose of Chemo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had two scares since then.  One in third grade, and one last week. I know the yucks have been going around but Anderson doesn't get sick often and there are three things that make my gut clench: Anderson being pale, Anderson having lots of bruises and Anderson saying his legs ache.  Last week he had all three and I thought I was going to throw up.  Thursday night he told me that he couldn't even do more than jog in PE cause his legs hurt so bad.  Like I mentioned earlier, I don't usually freak out, but I was ready to run him into the ER at 10:00 that night to do some blood work.  John convinced me that the ER would not be the best place to go and to wait until morning to call his doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short...his blood work looks great.  His Red and White Blood cells and platelets are right where they should be.  I get mad at myself for freaking out, for thinking the worst.  So when I look back on this last week I will remember instead that Anderson celebrated his 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and attended his very first stake dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-3678830419509614362?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/3678830419509614362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=3678830419509614362' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3678830419509614362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3678830419509614362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-blood.html' title='Good Blood'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4029064289137862438</id><published>2009-09-21T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:09:30.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I told you that I was Branson's number one love I would be lying.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sre6vhKlMRI/AAAAAAAACMU/nsW6WZYnJsM/s1600-h/IMG_7201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383977205064085778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sre6vhKlMRI/AAAAAAAACMU/nsW6WZYnJsM/s400/IMG_7201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of his waking hours are spent surrounded by his huge bin of Hot Wheels cars. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sre6vG8aaLI/AAAAAAAACMM/I8FcH5BL7B8/s1600-h/IMG_7203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383977198025337010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sre6vG8aaLI/AAAAAAAACMM/I8FcH5BL7B8/s400/IMG_7203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to his big brothers Branson has 100's of cars to choose from but more often than not he uses them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383977183569419842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sre6uRF2nkI/AAAAAAAACME/MQRrvN2cajg/s400/IMG_7119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sends them down the ramps on his Little People Garage and when that gets too jammed with traffic he moves on to our Little Tykes slide where he sends them flying to the pile below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383977161716352322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sre6s_rrRUI/AAAAAAAACL0/wN2eUjRkJRQ/s400/IMG_7130.jpg" /&gt;And quite often he will reach the end of the bucket...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383977175428175842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sre6tyw1F-I/AAAAAAAACL8/ExoQNEr1RP4/s400/IMG_7126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to say that &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; those cars stay put on their ramps or at the bottom of the slide in the playroom but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Find These Cars EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383961864653640690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SresylruE_I/AAAAAAAACLs/HlckuA-s49s/s400/IMG_7122.jpg" /&gt;Under the Fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383961851736331266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sresx1j_lAI/AAAAAAAACLk/zs9MPSE9MEg/s400/IMG_7118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In&lt;/em&gt; the fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383961831749786018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SreswrG1GaI/AAAAAAAACLM/FMnsjn1Jk-Q/s400/IMG_7115.jpg" /&gt;In and around the shoe basket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383961846869467074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SresxjbpH8I/AAAAAAAACLc/jFvurlnVBs0/s400/IMG_7125.jpg" /&gt;In the Play Oven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383939691807829682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SreYn9ZU7rI/AAAAAAAACK0/gf5PJ3q0Xdc/s400/IMG_7206.jpg" /&gt;And my least favorite... the VCR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(We found about 7 in there, and it is no longer working due to metal die cast cars being shoved into the mechanism)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383939686552587602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SreYnp0YTVI/AAAAAAAACKs/22nicHw3XLY/s400/IMG_7360.jpg" /&gt;He drives them everywhere... and it is obvious that Grandpa Cazier is a very tolerant man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383961838849182482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SresxFjdSxI/AAAAAAAACLU/RV2tE6wwjNA/s400/IMG_7341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Below:  &lt;/em&gt;Branson Looking in Grandpa's pocket, just making sure he found all the cars hiding out in there.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383939711603696914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SreYpHJB5RI/AAAAAAAACLE/V_nxf_ecdcI/s400/IMG_7350.jpg" /&gt;You could call it love, or call it an obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383939699576918434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SreYoaVn0aI/AAAAAAAACK8/cAHCyOmSCN4/s400/IMG_7210.jpg" /&gt;But here we call it "Good Clean Fun" (Until one of us unknowingly steps on a car with our bare feet and then we call it something else entirely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383939676929829922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SreYnF-IrCI/AAAAAAAACKk/oK-8KqYvO60/s400/IMG_7208.jpg" /&gt; (&lt;em&gt;above &lt;/em&gt;counting his cars in the bathtub)&lt;br /&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/7546654757754279791-4029064289137862438?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4029064289137862438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4029064289137862438' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4029064289137862438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4029064289137862438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/cars.html' title='CARS!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sre6vhKlMRI/AAAAAAAACMU/nsW6WZYnJsM/s72-c/IMG_7201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7915480198408561332</id><published>2009-09-19T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:46:39.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer Photo Booth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was asked to take the photos at our Ward Fair this evening.  I wanted to do something fun and different but had no idea how many hours it would take to create this photo stand! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUlCiMIgxI/AAAAAAAACJ0/ODsmcdGqeVI/s1600-h/phtoto+booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383249655058957074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUlCiMIgxI/AAAAAAAACJ0/ODsmcdGqeVI/s400/phtoto+booth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The great thing about photoshop...if a couple wants to be the farmer and the wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUlCCFY7YI/AAAAAAAACJs/xAsiTowDYGI/s1600-h/farmers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383249646440738178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUlCCFY7YI/AAAAAAAACJs/xAsiTowDYGI/s400/farmers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...no hole in the sun! &lt;br /&gt;(And I think I will add some text that says the event so it doesn't look like a big exploding star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUlBl-gkcI/AAAAAAAACJk/551vBVpidHM/s1600-h/no+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383249638895686082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUlBl-gkcI/AAAAAAAACJk/551vBVpidHM/s400/no+sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I designed it so that if someone wants to be alone in the photo as either a sheep or a cat they can do that too. I can also do a landscape shot and get just the cat and sheep together without the farmers. Sydney likes that all her animals are wearing glasses.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUjlKh93kI/AAAAAAAACJc/Ui4TbuACx0Y/s1600-h/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383248050980249154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUjlKh93kI/AAAAAAAACJc/Ui4TbuACx0Y/s400/sheep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUjkhpLWNI/AAAAAAAACJU/Q3UsYFfvjQU/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383248040004638930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUjkhpLWNI/AAAAAAAACJU/Q3UsYFfvjQU/s400/cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK... so this dang thing did take forever and I will not be simply tossing it into the garbage.  So if anyone has any desire to borrow it, please do.  It will make my time seem so much more worth it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7915480198408561332?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7915480198408561332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7915480198408561332' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7915480198408561332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7915480198408561332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/farmer-photo-booth.html' title='Farmer Photo Booth'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrUlCiMIgxI/AAAAAAAACJ0/ODsmcdGqeVI/s72-c/phtoto+booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-606126676371192590</id><published>2009-09-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:28:40.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times</title><content type='html'>Walking into my boy's middle school yesterday I passed by several multiplication flashcards that were strewn across the cement. They made me smile and as I got to the door I remembered that I had my camera in my purse. I ran back to the cards and took photos of them, untouched, just as I saw them. I felt kind of silly but no one else was around and the empty school yard added to the way I was feeling about those cards. I can't believe the emotions that these photos bring out in me! Thoughts of the autumn season, kids going back to school, time flying by too quickly with my kids, someone elses kid is as disorganized as mine and losing stuff all the time...I even love the blur of blue paint on the cement from when they painted the panther paw prints on a nearby pole. I am not usually this deep and I think that is why this little experience almost feels like a treasure to me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrEORi5YjnI/AAAAAAAACI0/oRHTHL73Ubs/s1600-h/flashcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382098724272508530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrEORi5YjnI/AAAAAAAACI0/oRHTHL73Ubs/s400/flashcard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-606126676371192590?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/606126676371192590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=606126676371192590' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/606126676371192590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/606126676371192590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/times.html' title='Times'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SrEORi5YjnI/AAAAAAAACI0/oRHTHL73Ubs/s72-c/flashcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1301206717047838778</id><published>2009-09-10T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:28:50.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Of Love</title><content type='html'>John's Labor Day was filled with taking care of the deer he shot with his bow and arrow.&lt;br /&gt;Anderson's Labor Day was filled with helping his Dad with said deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden's&lt;/span&gt; Labor Day was filled with going to the movies and hanging out with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Sydney's Labor Day was filled with lots of cousins and lots of movies at Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson's&lt;/span&gt; Labor Day was filled with LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loved his stuffed monkey that he absolutely must sleep with at nap time.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380074909056756786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sqndn_tR7DI/AAAAAAAACH8/3SuBq8nFQmU/s400/blogmonkey.jpg" /&gt;He loved his Grandma lots and lots. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380074896667233714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqndnRjYzbI/AAAAAAAACH0/-JzjRj77PKI/s400/bloggrandma.jpg" /&gt;He loved the fresh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380074916297218466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqndoarimaI/AAAAAAAACIE/b3siB6-rSyo/s400/blogwatermellon1.jpg" /&gt;He even loved the green part of that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380074922119632178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqndowXtlTI/AAAAAAAACIM/r7eovkaxAaQ/s400/blogwatermelon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And my Labor Day was filled with family and retaking some of my digital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; classes.  It has been so fun going back and seeing all that I have forgotten!  I also have loved creating a layout and immediately printing it out on my printer.  It comes out 12x12 with no border at all! &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/7546654757754279791-1301206717047838778?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1301206717047838778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1301206717047838778' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1301206717047838778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1301206717047838778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-of-love.html' title='Labor Of Love'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sqndn_tR7DI/AAAAAAAACH8/3SuBq8nFQmU/s72-c/blogmonkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-330825298664749967</id><published>2009-09-04T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:36:39.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psssssst....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I tell you a secret?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377620501896627922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqElWshoBtI/AAAAAAAACHg/RWY3X-UkRYQ/s400/IMG_6254.JPG" /&gt;My mom &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; that the kids are gone all day at school!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqElXdNuzLI/AAAAAAAACHo/ON5fawWXTMY/s1600-h/IMG_6255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377620514966523058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqElXdNuzLI/AAAAAAAACHo/ON5fawWXTMY/s400/IMG_6255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-330825298664749967?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/330825298664749967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=330825298664749967' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/330825298664749967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/330825298664749967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/psssssst.html' title='Psssssst....'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqElWshoBtI/AAAAAAAACHg/RWY3X-UkRYQ/s72-c/IMG_6254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-3407792402080263470</id><published>2009-09-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:51:11.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anderson's First Day</title><content type='html'>Heading to school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, barely on time due to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Andersonitis&lt;/span&gt; and new high school traffic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, Where did you put my schedule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't put it anywhere, you had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson:&lt;/strong&gt; We need to go back home and get my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Heading to school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, barely on time due to running back home for the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my gosh! We didn't take any first day pictures Anderson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So these photos of him at the school when he picked up his ID badge will have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp6CKnOSxdI/AAAAAAAACG4/qRS9VZUzReU/s1600-h/andersonschool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878123966186962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp6CKnOSxdI/AAAAAAAACG4/qRS9VZUzReU/s400/andersonschool2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had homework the first day back and I'm telling you right now...this boy is dreaming big time. When John and I go back to Hawaii it will be just that, John and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp6CJ6kmjnI/AAAAAAAACGw/clgp04z3-UA/s1600-h/hawii1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878111980162674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp6CJ6kmjnI/AAAAAAAACGw/clgp04z3-UA/s400/hawii1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878098311734594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp6CJHpy5UI/AAAAAAAACGo/TqUPOwUzi5E/s400/hawii2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878090169625698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp6CIpUkLGI/AAAAAAAACGg/I81h4WccXg4/s400/andersonschool1.jpg" /&gt;Anderson will be 14 in a few short weeks and I have to say...it has been a great 14 years with this kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-3407792402080263470?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/3407792402080263470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=3407792402080263470' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3407792402080263470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3407792402080263470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/oppsandersons-first-day.html' title='Anderson&apos;s First Day'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp6CKnOSxdI/AAAAAAAACG4/qRS9VZUzReU/s72-c/andersonschool2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7251353918998131859</id><published>2009-09-01T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:05:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Track</title><content type='html'>During the summer we actually had a pretty good routine going. We would all get up, eat breakfast and then together we would clean the whole house. Typically we would start in my bedroom and make our way down the hall and end up in the kitchen. Sometimes this took two hours but mostly it took about 20 minutes. After the clean up was complete, friends could come over and X-Box could be played. With simple reminders throughout the day to pick up after themselves our home stayed in decent shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; after the kids had left for school I found their beds unmade and their room a mess. I spent the day putting things in order and when Sydney and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; arrived home they found this note laying on their neatly made beds...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp02PqMgjqI/AAAAAAAACFw/jSXuDpM-H3I/s1600-h/cleanroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376513172802932386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp02PqMgjqI/AAAAAAAACFw/jSXuDpM-H3I/s400/cleanroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cazier&lt;/span&gt; Household is now back on the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/works-for-me.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keeping it Clean"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chart and after peeking into their rooms just now...it seems to still do the trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7251353918998131859?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7251353918998131859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7251353918998131859' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7251353918998131859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7251353918998131859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/09/during-summer-we-actually-had-pretty.html' title='Back On Track'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sp02PqMgjqI/AAAAAAAACFw/jSXuDpM-H3I/s72-c/cleanroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4833128543797576856</id><published>2009-08-31T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:56:30.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way! Summer's Done Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198289307414370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwX3Bw7L2I/AAAAAAAACFI/2DjlwyVwkhU/s400/schoolboys.jpg" /&gt;So three of my guys are now at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McLoughlin&lt;/span&gt; Middle School...no, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; just wanted in the picture. John is the Vice Principal, Anderson will be starting 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade tomorrow and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; joins the rest of the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Grade class today.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198281530538354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwX2kyxeXI/AAAAAAAACFA/HpkFIYVpJX0/s400/schoolcayden.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198303335389250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwX32BdGEI/AAAAAAAACFQ/cRt57L60YDk/s400/cayden+school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(above)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; smiling nicely for mom's camera shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(below) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden's&lt;/span&gt; photo after requesting a picture with his "normal face" &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198588105137794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwYIa32noI/AAAAAAAACFY/4r8j9KvZO9g/s400/caydenschool2.jpg" /&gt;So while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; is getting settled into his first ever m&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;iddle&lt;/span&gt; school classroom Anderson is busy...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376202522185448674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwbtadsPOI/AAAAAAAACFo/hGx-hayByyg/s400/IMG_7113.JPG" /&gt;As soon as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; is dropped off at school Sydney is the next to get ready for her first big day as the only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cazier&lt;/span&gt; at Livingston Elementary.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198274368073522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwX2KHG7zI/AAAAAAAACE4/W-2R0ZahS7Q/s400/sydneyschool.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She is in 3rd grade this year and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;considers&lt;/span&gt; herself new and improved with pierced ears and a brand new Cousin Heather haircut. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198265234393986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwX1oFeC4I/AAAAAAAACEw/xYKHuZ4hauQ/s400/sydneyschool2.jpg" /&gt; And while Sydney is adjusting to being on the big kid side of the school playground Anderson is still busy... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376199130119015378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwYn-CCC9I/AAAAAAAACFg/lvMOd9HtWwU/s400/IMG_7113.JPG" /&gt;Oh what a rude awakening he will have tomorrow!&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/7546654757754279791-4833128543797576856?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4833128543797576856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4833128543797576856' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4833128543797576856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4833128543797576856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-way-summers-done-already.html' title='No Way! Summer&apos;s Done Already?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpwX3Bw7L2I/AAAAAAAACFI/2DjlwyVwkhU/s72-c/schoolboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5465306967468562926</id><published>2009-08-28T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:56:33.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music that Makes You Smile</title><content type='html'>John and I mow the lawn for a nearby housing development and it takes about two hours. I love to be the one to do it. I don't mind hooking up the trailer to the truck and hauling the lawnmower back and forth from our house. I love the two hour break I get and I love the satisfaction of a freshly mowed lawn. I don't think I would love it half as much if I didn't have my i pod. And recently I found some great new music that I totally jam out to while I whip back and forth in nice neat rows. I think you would be surprised to discover that I have been listening to Children's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; is almost two and, like the rest of my kids, he loves music. In the car he swings his head from side to side with the beat of the music and pretty much dances as best as he can strapped tight in his car seat. I went on a search for some new Toddler Tunes and was thrilled with what I found. Two groups are so utterly cool that Anderson (who is almost 14) has put several of their songs on &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; i pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Fish&lt;/strong&gt; is not just for the Preschooler. They are jivey and up beat and I have yet to get sick of their music. Most of their songs are old familiar tunes but with an added catchier flair. We have the entire album of &lt;em&gt;Party Like a Preschooler&lt;/em&gt; and there is only one song that I hit SKIP. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375260203143657506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpjCrOer-CI/AAAAAAAACEo/B4wsqgKEJlg/s400/preschooler.jpg" /&gt;Our Favorite Go Fish songs are: (All songs are from &lt;em&gt;Party Like A Preschooler&lt;/em&gt; unless noted otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;Amy-- &lt;em&gt;The Mom Song(&lt;/em&gt;from their Album&lt;em&gt; Snazzy)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;It's Hard to Be Cool In A Mini Van&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caydens&lt;/span&gt; --(this one surprised me since it is their slowest song) S&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kinny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marinky&lt;/span&gt; Dinky Dink (&lt;/em&gt;from their album &lt;em&gt;snooze)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sydneys&lt;/span&gt;--John Jacob Jingle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hymer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schmit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bransons&lt;/span&gt;--Wheels on the Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Spi7ovXgyAI/AAAAAAAACEg/ZZLX7SfV5T0/s1600-h/preschooler.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another new found family favorite are children's songs by &lt;strong&gt;Parry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gripp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; We like several of his songs that are listed under ROCK as well as those that are for CHILDREN but be aware that he does offer some off color songs for his adult audience. Parry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gripp's&lt;/span&gt; songs are usually very short, silly and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammin&lt;/span&gt;'. My kids have been singing &lt;em&gt;Cat Flushing a Toilet&lt;/em&gt; for weeks now. All of his recordings are original and I &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; original...they are a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375252453484546306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Spi7oIv-SQI/AAAAAAAACEY/kA9UA6kPAYo/s400/waffles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite Parry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gripp&lt;/span&gt; songs are:&lt;br /&gt;Moms--&lt;em&gt;You Smell Good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson--&lt;em&gt;Chimpanzee Riding a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Segway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;em&gt;Hip Hip &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;-Raisin &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Do You Like Waffles?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney--&lt;em&gt;Boogie Boogie Hedgehog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have also found some great singles here and there by other artists but I think I will save them for a later post. And next time you see us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' out in the suburban you know exactly what we will be listening to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-5465306967468562926?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5465306967468562926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5465306967468562926' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5465306967468562926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5465306967468562926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-that-makes-you-smile.html' title='Music that Makes You Smile'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpjCrOer-CI/AAAAAAAACEo/B4wsqgKEJlg/s72-c/preschooler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-291279114065392896</id><published>2009-08-26T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:22:25.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The group will be starting on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday September 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 12:30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;serious about getting themselves in shape is invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will hold meetings every Friday at 12:30 at my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meetings will last under one hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The goal is to work together as a group to motivate one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will share our ideas, our success's and our trials in weight loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weigh-In is optional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please let me know if you would like to participate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:amyjcaz@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amyjcaz@hotmail.com&lt;/span&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/7546654757754279791-291279114065392896?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/291279114065392896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=291279114065392896' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/291279114065392896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/291279114065392896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/weight-loss-group.html' title='Weight Loss Group'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7948506049056046341</id><published>2009-08-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:01:18.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Hand Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh Wow...someone left a half eaten &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rootbeer&lt;/span&gt; Float on the ground just for me!"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373357972444947442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpIAm06YI_I/AAAAAAAACDo/dIJofw4r_Uc/s400/IMG_6959.JPG" /&gt;"Dang it!"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373357983824225714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpIAnfTaJbI/AAAAAAAACDw/dsdXKXy1Fqk/s400/IMG_6960.JPG" /&gt;"Now wait a minute...there's still some left in here."&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373357985462284962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpIAnlZ88qI/AAAAAAAACD4/-sWCvbksutU/s400/IMG_6961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt; that is &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373357994883278818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpIAoIgF5-I/AAAAAAAACEA/ZpGr9wawuic/s400/IMG_6962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Better make sure I get it all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373358003685177474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpIAopSoOII/AAAAAAAACEI/ZYGvOswmld4/s400/IMG_6963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Now &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;was Lip &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Smackin&lt;/span&gt;' good."&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373358421538532882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpIBA96obhI/AAAAAAAACEQ/hgPHbJpmJew/s400/IMG_6965.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7948506049056046341?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7948506049056046341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7948506049056046341' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7948506049056046341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7948506049056046341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/second-hand-fun.html' title='Second Hand Fun'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SpIAm06YI_I/AAAAAAAACDo/dIJofw4r_Uc/s72-c/IMG_6959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4888410609361668962</id><published>2009-08-20T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:27:54.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I read an article yesterday that was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good, I read parts of it twice. Addressed to women across the world I knew that &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt;President &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uchtdorf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was speaking directly to me. Lately I have been feeling anxious and guilty about so many different, trivial things. I am guessing it is simply the end of summer blues since I have seen a distinct rise in sibling spats, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; and all other agonizing traits that my children can bestow. There is never enough time to do it all and too much time doing things that probably don't really matter anyway. I think I may make several copies of the quote below and paste them all over my house. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372191672030626866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/So3b3NSyhDI/AAAAAAAACDg/3MrVMSWVzS4/s400/johnamybush.jpg" /&gt;"Rise to the great potential within you. But don't reach beyond your capacity. Don't set goals beyond your capacity to achieve. Don't feel guilty or dwell on thoughts of failure. Don't compare yourself with others. Do the best you can and the Lord will provide the rest. Have faith and confidence in Him, and you will see miracles happen in your life and the lives of your loved ones."&lt;br /&gt;~President Dieter F. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uchtdorf&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/7546654757754279791-4888410609361668962?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4888410609361668962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4888410609361668962' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4888410609361668962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4888410609361668962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/So3b3NSyhDI/AAAAAAAACDg/3MrVMSWVzS4/s72-c/johnamybush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-3121208491451523447</id><published>2009-08-14T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:00:07.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty!</title><content type='html'>Now when two athletic guys get together they can't just sit and relax by the lake. On no...they have to invent competitive games with rocks being tossed into inner tubes and sand buckets and it's very serious stuff. But what happens when the game includes bonus points for making it into the kid's paddle boat?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368595234274107234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoEU6-nDX2I/AAAAAAAACDI/rpoiYi-BOWs/s400/IMG_6431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And yes Sarah is laughing hysterically at Cayden getting pegged in the eye...well it was pretty funny.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368595241107220034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoEU7YEMZkI/AAAAAAAACDQ/aEfEFeByV6s/s400/IMG_6444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So which one of these fine gentlemen is the guilty party?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dad or Chad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-3121208491451523447?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/3121208491451523447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=3121208491451523447' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3121208491451523447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3121208491451523447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/guilty.html' title='Guilty!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoEU6-nDX2I/AAAAAAAACDI/rpoiYi-BOWs/s72-c/IMG_6431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-9130805143135203385</id><published>2009-08-13T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:24:14.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Dear.</title><content type='html'>Nothing says Happy 15th Anniversary like scrapping the family Suburban against the family truck in the driveway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-9130805143135203385?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/9130805143135203385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=9130805143135203385' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/9130805143135203385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/9130805143135203385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-you-dear.html' title='Love You Dear.'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5787605251269052901</id><published>2009-08-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:00:08.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn, Flour or Trout?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year we spend a whole week at a lake with the Haertling family.  It is pure heaven with nothing but swimming, eating, boating and fishing all week long.  On our second day there Rachel and I were busy in the kitchen making dinner while Branson was constantly getting underfoot, tipping the garbage can over or throwing grapes at us.  In an effort to lure him  into the family room, John gave him a large flour tortilla to snack on.   Later as we tidied up after dinner this is what we found on the family room floor...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoERtO2dM9I/AAAAAAAACDA/1V-sTxqrFVk/s1600-h/IMG_6469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368591699580629970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoERtO2dM9I/AAAAAAAACDA/1V-sTxqrFVk/s400/IMG_6469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, Branson's tortilla fish was a sign. The fishing was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-5787605251269052901?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5787605251269052901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5787605251269052901' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5787605251269052901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5787605251269052901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/corn-flour-or-trout.html' title='Corn, Flour or Trout?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoERtO2dM9I/AAAAAAAACDA/1V-sTxqrFVk/s72-c/IMG_6469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6385190768731559433</id><published>2009-08-10T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:00:07.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Would Be Nice...</title><content type='html'>I would love to say that all I did today was sit back and chill...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368587533071452258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoEN6tZQiGI/AAAAAAAACCo/zDdqQYjX9l0/s400/IMG_6251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to say that I got to read more of &lt;em&gt;A Girl Named Zippy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368587513568979010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoEN5kvgaEI/AAAAAAAACCg/VtGd4W2KWvM/s400/IMG_6226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to say that it was a good day spent cleaning my mother-in-law's house, packing up my grandmother's apartment, mowing the lawn, putting paperwork together to refinance the house and cleaning my dad's auto body shop...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368590745865419426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoEQ1t_B-qI/AAAAAAAACC4/2MXnTjaD8Eo/s400/IMG_6366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And it was.&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/7546654757754279791-6385190768731559433?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6385190768731559433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6385190768731559433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6385190768731559433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6385190768731559433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-would-be-nice.html' title='That Would Be Nice...'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SoEN6tZQiGI/AAAAAAAACCo/zDdqQYjX9l0/s72-c/IMG_6251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7866857546617642110</id><published>2009-08-04T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:54:10.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Bash 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151126668766434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SnhmBMQnbOI/AAAAAAAACCM/8GTvz8Pf6dY/s400/IMG_6395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Feeling HOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bring the kids! Invite your friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the second annual Backyard Bash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This Thursday at 11:00 you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool Sprinklers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slip-n-Slide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wading Pools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Squirt Guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Otter&lt;/span&gt; Pops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cazier&lt;/span&gt; Backyard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;For Mom's and kids of all ages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Bring a blanket! Bring a lunch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Bring on the fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151132694088578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SnhmBitKi4I/AAAAAAAACCU/yoXsXnffik0/s400/IMG_6387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need directions? email me at &lt;a href="mailto:amyjcaz@hotmail.com"&gt;amyjcaz@hotmail.com&lt;/a&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/7546654757754279791-7866857546617642110?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7866857546617642110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7866857546617642110' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7866857546617642110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7866857546617642110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/08/backyard-bash-2.html' title='Backyard Bash 2!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SnhmBMQnbOI/AAAAAAAACCM/8GTvz8Pf6dY/s72-c/IMG_6395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7243244826852372087</id><published>2009-07-31T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:55:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Long Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Audrey &amp;amp; Branson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 months &amp;amp; 1 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm9p6crQGI/AAAAAAAACB8/gLXNtjoVGKM/s1600-h/PC220040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362025359123103842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm9p6crQGI/AAAAAAAACB8/gLXNtjoVGKM/s400/PC220040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Audrey &amp;amp; Branson&lt;br /&gt;22 months &amp;amp; 21 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362025365319733234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm9qRiET_I/AAAAAAAACCE/rEhVMPlLCPg/s400/IMG_6141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7243244826852372087?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7243244826852372087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7243244826852372087' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7243244826852372087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7243244826852372087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-so-long-ago.html' title='Not So Long Ago...'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm9p6crQGI/AAAAAAAACB8/gLXNtjoVGKM/s72-c/PC220040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7348440285257121062</id><published>2009-07-29T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:00:06.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Technology</title><content type='html'>After waiting two long months (my printer died in the middle of making a ton of Day Camp copies) my large format printer has arrived! Now I can print out some of the layouts I have been working on.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm3oKZVVeI/AAAAAAAACBs/5EHRDO_2qQ4/s1600-h/kidsmemorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362018731974546914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm3oKZVVeI/AAAAAAAACBs/5EHRDO_2qQ4/s400/kidsmemorial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362016282183748610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm1ZkNsTAI/AAAAAAAACBc/OmFsHw2d_ug/s400/gonefishin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm2xW4rpZI/AAAAAAAACBk/1ot04mBkgPE/s1600-h/justdadwhole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362017790434452882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm2xW4rpZI/AAAAAAAACBk/1ot04mBkgPE/s400/justdadwhole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362015611736606754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm0yimoyCI/AAAAAAAACBU/ipyTcuM6RXg/s400/bransonfishdad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm0yimoyCI/AAAAAAAACBU/ipyTcuM6RXg/s1600-h/bransonfishdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7546654757754279791-7348440285257121062?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7348440285257121062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7348440285257121062' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7348440285257121062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7348440285257121062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/gotta-love-technology.html' title='Gotta Love Technology'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm3oKZVVeI/AAAAAAAACBs/5EHRDO_2qQ4/s72-c/kidsmemorial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8277822328837021048</id><published>2009-07-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:00:09.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT My Kind of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, so go ahead and tell me the story of &lt;em&gt;The Little Red Hen&lt;/em&gt; but spending three days and nights on a boat in the middle of a lake and fishing 24/7 is not something &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; ever want to do.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm7awY6QlI/AAAAAAAACB0/bN1bO0iEj-Y/s1600-h/IMG_6143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362022899701662290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm7awY6QlI/AAAAAAAACB0/bN1bO0iEj-Y/s400/IMG_6143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I will be happy to eat those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steelhead&lt;/span&gt;, oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8277822328837021048?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8277822328837021048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8277822328837021048' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8277822328837021048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8277822328837021048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-my-kind-of-fun.html' title='NOT My Kind of Fun'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smm7awY6QlI/AAAAAAAACB0/bN1bO0iEj-Y/s72-c/IMG_6143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-3610110447376425868</id><published>2009-07-25T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:00:01.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It had been a super long time since I had received mail containing this logo.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smmvwp8FoSI/AAAAAAAACA8/Sw0IfNuPaWM/s1600-h/children%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362010081787748642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smmvwp8FoSI/AAAAAAAACA8/Sw0IfNuPaWM/s400/children%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it's been a long time since Anderson finished treatments for Leukemia.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362011262212267570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smmw1XXOXjI/AAAAAAAACBE/6PX2zQuHsMI/s400/andersonchildrens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The letter I opened a few weeks ago had three simple questions to follow up on Anderson's progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Has there been any relapse of cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Are there any other major health issues due to his Leukemia or treatment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Do you have any other concerns?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362011267414930706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smmw1qvotRI/AAAAAAAACBM/xn3kDuPW-RY/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can not tell you how amazing it felt to check the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; box for each and every one of those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-3610110447376425868?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/3610110447376425868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=3610110447376425868' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3610110447376425868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3610110447376425868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-mail.html' title='Happy Mail'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smmvwp8FoSI/AAAAAAAACA8/Sw0IfNuPaWM/s72-c/children%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8483853695222015346</id><published>2009-07-23T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:23:03.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Learned that...</title><content type='html'>~smoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;detectors&lt;/span&gt; start beeping even before you can see the smoke billowing out of your daughters bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when toddlers are in a deep sleep they don't like being ripped out of their crib even if the house is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the County Fire Department can get to our home in less than 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~even though the house may be on fire it is still fun to see the look on your toddlers face when the fire engine pulls up with sirens blaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pretty potted flowers on your front porch get in the way of the fire hoses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a stubborn old man who gives the sheriffs department a hard time about leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~it is not a good day when you are told, "we will only destroy walls and rip through the ceiling as a last resort to find the source."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~your street suddenly becomes the most popular road in the city when there are emergency vehicles parked in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~my kids know me too well when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; said, "Dang it mom.  All this cool stuff is happening and your camera is still in the house.  Now you can't blog about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when fire fighters come they search the house from top to bottom and the thought races through your mind that you are so very glad your house is clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the bishop really is "always there" when you need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~once the fire crew is there and you are pretty much sure that your house isn't going to burn to the ground it's kind of thrilling to sit back and watch them work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~brand new air conditioning motors can reach over 200 degrees, even though they aren't supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when air conditioning motors reach 200+ degrees they send billowing smoke throughout your entire house by way of the air vents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~burned up air conditioning motors make your whole house smell like an over cooked hot glue gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the excitement lasts the entire evening when your kids keep singing, "Burn baby Burn" and "Is this burning, an eternal flame" and "The roof, The roof, The roof is on fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fire Fighters and Police Officers rock and I am ready for a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8483853695222015346?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8483853695222015346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8483853695222015346' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8483853695222015346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8483853695222015346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-learned-that.html' title='Today I Learned that...'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1808355145175316191</id><published>2009-07-23T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T05:00:07.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sma3seGfKJI/AAAAAAAAB_8/LTkhgyRs3Ds/s1600-h/IMG_6029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361174381053552786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sma3seGfKJI/AAAAAAAAB_8/LTkhgyRs3Ds/s400/IMG_6029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Branson is a fish. He loves water so much that he jumps in the pool whether someone is waiting to catch him or not. Oh, he's been told "NO!" countless times and he's started to sink to the bottom several times but he comes up coughing and &lt;em&gt;smiling&lt;/em&gt;!  It's scary. I don't dare blink when we are near the pool and in a few days we head to a week long vacation on a lake. I bought something that I swore I would never by.  I will be using something that I vowed I would never use.  For $6.00 at Wal-mart I became one of "those mom's."  And when we are at that lake Branson will be wearing a safety harness.  Yes. Call it a leash if you like. Make jokes about tying him to a tree. But I want to know where that little stinker is every minute we are on vacation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-1808355145175316191?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1808355145175316191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1808355145175316191' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1808355145175316191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1808355145175316191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-say-never.html' title='Never Say Never'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sma3seGfKJI/AAAAAAAAB_8/LTkhgyRs3Ds/s72-c/IMG_6029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-96423960959685061</id><published>2009-07-21T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:53:09.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Camp 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smanz3h3uoI/AAAAAAAAB_0/udRMvd7dlaA/s1600-h/IMG_5555.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the theme this year was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;: Cub Scout Investigators...very cool. As always it took hours, and hours, and days and months to get ready for three whole days of camp. But that is what kept me out of blogging land for so dang long. I took over 600 photos but I am really pretty much camped out so the bottom line is, I think it went great, the boys had a good time and I am so appreciative of everyone who helped make it a success.  So here is just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; at one class out of 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361154129643380082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SmalRruDHXI/AAAAAAAAB_c/UDvercEcVOU/s400/austin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; without an autopsy! My sweet husband took his 14/15 year old scouts out and caught almost 100 Shad...I kid you not! These nasty fish gave the scouts you see above a fun fishing trip and several hours of service. And the boys at Scout Camp learned about swim bladders and fish eggs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361155946847099490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Smam7dVLWmI/AAAAAAAAB_k/7V-sErJJh7E/s400/IMG_5536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361156298657458978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SmanP77TayI/AAAAAAAAB_s/7Scr7cnXRCE/s400/scottfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yep...I think that's enough about camp 2009. Now to start planning for next year: Cub Scout Amazing Race USA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-96423960959685061?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/96423960959685061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=96423960959685061' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/96423960959685061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/96423960959685061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-camp-2009.html' title='Day Camp 2009'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SmalRruDHXI/AAAAAAAAB_c/UDvercEcVOU/s72-c/austin3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-47000996764557953</id><published>2009-07-16T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:01:01.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Book Blog</title><content type='html'>So I finally started my book blog.  I am so excited to have a place where I can keep track of all my good (and bad) reads.  If you ever need a good recommendation just head on over to &lt;a href="http://amysbookcollection.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amysbookcollection.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-47000996764557953?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/47000996764557953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/47000996764557953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-book-blog.html' title='My Book Blog'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-6150618828514091748</id><published>2009-07-15T02:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:33:25.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>TODAY Sydney asked me, "If the earth all of the sudden started revolving in the opposite direction would it be Monday again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY Branson drank about 1/2 the water in my mom's pool.  That kid has turned into a fish.  He can use swimmies but hates them so I stand guard over him on the steps.  If I glance away for even a second he flings himself into the water.  Scary, I know.  He always comes up coughing and smiling and ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I got attacked by a swarm of wasps and one of those stinkin' bugs stung me twice right in the middle of my forehead!  Man those things hurt...but he hurts more since I stomped on him real good with my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I sat and watched Branson run back and forth in my bathroom.  He was laughing and swinging his arms around as he tried to catch all the dust particles that he could see in the sun shining through the window. He must have run through those specks like you would a sprinkler for at least 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY Sydney and I picked Strawberries while Grandpa Cazier pushed Branson in the swing.  Later Sydney cleaned the berries and took their tops off in the kitchen sink.  Branson ate them faster than she could put them in the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I found out that the printer I ordered a month ago is going to take even longer to arrive...dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is actually tomorrow but I can't sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-6150618828514091748?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/6150618828514091748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=6150618828514091748' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6150618828514091748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/6150618828514091748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_15.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4597538758582439734</id><published>2009-07-13T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:05:30.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoISHKgGI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/TmJLGbMbauo/s1600-h/IMG_5999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990673197465698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoISHKgGI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/TmJLGbMbauo/s400/IMG_5999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CAYDEN&lt;/span&gt; age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; basketball player.  Well, I'd at least like to get a basketball scholarship to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoHz8laaI/AAAAAAAAB9I/heGdBjrZ1Po/s1600-h/IMG_6004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990665100028322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoHz8laaI/AAAAAAAAB9I/heGdBjrZ1Po/s400/IMG_6004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BRANSON&lt;/span&gt; age 20 months&lt;br /&gt;Demolition crew (I'm sure of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoHmXRhuI/AAAAAAAAB9A/o_xQZmQ9suk/s1600-h/IMG_6014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990661453874914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoHmXRhuI/AAAAAAAAB9A/o_xQZmQ9suk/s400/IMG_6014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SYDNEY age 8&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to be an author. My book's almost done and I'm going to get it published."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoHaFC4CI/AAAAAAAAB84/T-nLQEg17iU/s1600-h/IMG_6019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990658156191778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoHaFC4CI/AAAAAAAAB84/T-nLQEg17iU/s400/IMG_6019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ANDERSON age 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;it Man&lt;/span&gt;." (&lt;em&gt;laughing)&lt;/em&gt;  "Just kidding Mom...a bounty hunter." (&lt;em&gt;more laughing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gotten a straight answer out of him yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh....Where the heck have I been? That's a long story. Let me get back to you on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-4597538758582439734?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4597538758582439734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4597538758582439734' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4597538758582439734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4597538758582439734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What do you want to be when you grow up?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SltoISHKgGI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/TmJLGbMbauo/s72-c/IMG_5999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7126340033505638919</id><published>2009-05-29T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:04:11.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK SALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For everyone who lives near me and loves a good book at a GREAT price, check this out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Scholastic is holding a book sale at the Benton-Franklin Fairgrounds today through Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;All books are 30-80% off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Hours are 10-7 Friday, 10-6 on Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;It is in building 2.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323601888909074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SiAxhDD_lxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/-ofBQRsSCV4/s400/IMG_4101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-7126340033505638919?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7126340033505638919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7126340033505638919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7126340033505638919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7126340033505638919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-sale.html' title='BOOK SALE!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SiAxhDD_lxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/-ofBQRsSCV4/s72-c/IMG_4101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-7929465531681314</id><published>2009-05-28T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:58:05.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it all comes down to it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sh6fl3WJFcI/AAAAAAAAB8o/uMcSEA5U2ZU/s1600-h/awalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340881680968783298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sh6fl3WJFcI/AAAAAAAAB8o/uMcSEA5U2ZU/s400/awalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't family what really matters?&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/7546654757754279791-7929465531681314?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/7929465531681314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=7929465531681314' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7929465531681314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/7929465531681314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-it-all-comes-down-to-it.html' title='When it all comes down to it...'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sh6fl3WJFcI/AAAAAAAAB8o/uMcSEA5U2ZU/s72-c/awalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-4207209546326251202</id><published>2009-05-19T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:59:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock...Paper...Tornado</title><content type='html'>Several years ago John attended a Love and Logic Conference that was geared for Principals in the school system. As he told me about some of the practices they were teaching I mocked them and even made the "I will never" call...as in "I will never use those techniques as a mom." Well, we all know what happens when we make the &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that conference John has had several Love and Logic books kicking around the house for quite some time. One of them is called "When Kids Leave You Speechless" and I was surprised when I picked it up to find that it is a book for parents, not school administration. Well, I think it is obvious where this post is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read the first few chapters I realized that I had been handling the teenage battles all wrong...&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; wrong. When the book gave example of what NOT to do, they might as well have been quoting me! Here is a discussion Anderson and I had a few weeks ago, I kid you not this is word for word what went down in his bedroom one night before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: Why do I have to go to bed when I'm not even tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Because it's a school night and you need your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: But if I'm not tired then I won't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Anderson just go to bed and stop arguing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: You never listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: No you don't, you don't even love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Of course we do, I wouldn't be sitting here arguing with you if I didn't love you. (Giving&lt;br /&gt;him a kiss and heading out the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: No you don't. I don't know why you even paid all that money to have my Leukemia&lt;br /&gt;fixed. I think you would have liked it better if I had just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Anderson! How could you say such a thing? Of course we love you that is exactly &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; we&lt;br /&gt;paid all that money to cure your Leukemia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: Well I bet if I got it again you wouldn't pay for it, cause you don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh my gosh Anderson, Knock it off. We would pay again in a heartbeat &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; we love&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: If you loved me you would let me stay up late. All my friends get to stay up late. &lt;em&gt;And &lt;/em&gt;their parents let them have cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh my goodness! I'm going to bed, I don't want to hear any more of this crud. Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...real effective. This kind of thing was going on all the time but it was this Leukemia conversation that sent me straight to the Love and Logic book. I was desperate. I knew I couldn't spend the next several years in constant battle. Anderson still says we don't love him but I don't get angry as often and I don't get into the verbal "battles" with him. Here is how our drive to Scouts went last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: I want to be able to download any music I want onto my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I know you do but it's just not going to happen buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson:&lt;/strong&gt; Why not? Everyone else gets to! Their parents don't have to listen to it first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Well aren't you lucky that I love you enough to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: You could just give me your password and then you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have to spend time&lt;br /&gt;helping me get my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry Anderson, I know it's a pain having to wait for me to listen to all your music but&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to argue about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: I wouldn't get bad songs! It's just so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Anderson, I love you too much to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: You always say that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (Smiling) Then you must know how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: (Getting out of the car) Well, maybe you need to love me less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds totally cheesy but it works! It does take a HUGE effort on my part to stay calm and to keep from falling into the trap of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arguing&lt;/span&gt; but I have seen a big improvement. I'm not perfect at it (far from), but things are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as we were getting into the car Sydney and Anderson were fighting over who would sit in the back and who got to sit by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; on the way home. Normally I would yell at them to stop fighting and then I would listen to several minutes of who did what to whom and when... blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Sydney and Anderson, you can both sit in the back on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;(Anderson who has had more Love and Logic experience, gets in the back. Sydney seeing the&lt;br /&gt;coveted seat empty up front, sits down in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: Mom! Sydney isn't getting into the back like you told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: That's fine. Sydney can choose to sit in the front and I will choose to keep her home from&lt;br /&gt;the birthday party on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;(Sydney gets in the back seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: You two are welcome to argue as much as you want in the back seat but if I hear&lt;br /&gt;any of the fighting it will wear me out and you will just have to pay me back with an extra&lt;br /&gt;chore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes down the road I hear Anderson and Sydney start up one of their favorite games. It is like Rock, Paper, Scissors only you never say scissors. You can pick anything imaginable but you can't ever repeat the same thing twice and you can't repeat what someone else has said. So all the rest of the way home we hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson &amp;amp; Sydney&lt;/strong&gt;: Rock Paper________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sydney:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom? Which one wins? The Sun or a dog with Rabies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &amp;amp; John together&lt;/strong&gt;: The Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sydney&lt;/strong&gt;: Dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson &amp;amp; Sydney&lt;/strong&gt;: Rock Paper________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sydney&lt;/strong&gt;: Mom? Which one wins? Water or a Tornado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &amp;amp; John together&lt;/strong&gt;: Tornado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sydney&lt;/strong&gt;: YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: No way! What if it is the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Did you say Ocean or water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;: Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: That could be water in a cup or a puddle or a lake and tornado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cayden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (getting in on the fun debate) I learned in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade that you can never actually&lt;br /&gt;destroy water! You can get it dirty and stuff but you can't ever destroy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will take the corny one liners and the cheesy methods of Love and Logic for my Family Home Evenings to end on such a nice note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-4207209546326251202?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/4207209546326251202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=4207209546326251202' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4207209546326251202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/4207209546326251202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockpapertornado.html' title='Rock...Paper...Tornado'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2353888509976487074</id><published>2009-05-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:26:15.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alicia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sg16zyo4m5I/AAAAAAAAB8U/le5tDDS99fE/s1600-h/alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056163689077650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sg16zyo4m5I/AAAAAAAAB8U/le5tDDS99fE/s400/alicia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For her 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday my little sister Alicia wants some love...some comment love that is. So head on over to her &lt;a href="http://cornersofmymindblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and wish her a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-2353888509976487074?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2353888509976487074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2353888509976487074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-alicia.html' title='Happy Birthday Alicia!!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sg16zyo4m5I/AAAAAAAAB8U/le5tDDS99fE/s72-c/alicia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-3922921571672148461</id><published>2009-05-14T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:23:14.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anyone Know Where the Cat is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgwpJ1y0mdI/AAAAAAAAB8M/xVA9b2rArXg/s1600-h/sleepfoofoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335684907562998226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgwpJ1y0mdI/AAAAAAAAB8M/xVA9b2rArXg/s400/sleepfoofoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7546654757754279791-3922921571672148461?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/3922921571672148461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=3922921571672148461' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3922921571672148461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3922921571672148461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-anyone-know-where-cat-is.html' title='Does Anyone Know Where the Cat is?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgwpJ1y0mdI/AAAAAAAAB8M/xVA9b2rArXg/s72-c/sleepfoofoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1221091736738640972</id><published>2009-05-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:07:41.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, How are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgrUATeOanI/AAAAAAAAB8E/riLtoefSBr8/s1600-h/IMG_4450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335309810265909874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgrUATeOanI/AAAAAAAAB8E/riLtoefSBr8/s400/IMG_4450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7546654757754279791-1221091736738640972?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1221091736738640972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1221091736738640972' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1221091736738640972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1221091736738640972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-how-are-you.html' title='Hello, How are you?'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgrUATeOanI/AAAAAAAAB8E/riLtoefSBr8/s72-c/IMG_4450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1294439903163615778</id><published>2009-05-11T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:39:48.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Brother's Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Landon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starlie&lt;/span&gt; had their sweet baby boy today!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgjsvYqP6PI/AAAAAAAAB78/gdFRNYQYjoQ/s1600-h/SNC00240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334774057438013682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgjsvYqP6PI/AAAAAAAAB78/gdFRNYQYjoQ/s400/SNC00240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; picked out a name yet but he was four weeks early and weighed a healthy 7 pounds 3 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgjsvLjauGI/AAAAAAAAB70/v0E3iNqojHw/s1600-h/SNC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334774053919701090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgjsvLjauGI/AAAAAAAAB70/v0E3iNqojHw/s400/SNC00235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both mommy and Baby are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who need a little brain teaser...&lt;br /&gt;Landon is my youngest brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Starlie&lt;/span&gt; is John's, sister's, daughter...his niece, and when John and I got married she became &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; when Starlie and Landon got married Landon became my brother &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; my nephew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Starlie&lt;/span&gt; became my niece &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;my Sister-in-Law.  (So both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Starlie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;  her mom are my sister-in-law.) &lt;br /&gt;Confused yet?  Trust me...there is no inner-marriage thing going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just means that no matter which family gathering I go to, John's family or mine, I will get to love on this adorable little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-1294439903163615778?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1294439903163615778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1294439903163615778' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1294439903163615778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1294439903163615778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-brothers-baby.html' title='Baby Brother&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgjsvYqP6PI/AAAAAAAAB78/gdFRNYQYjoQ/s72-c/SNC00240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2443649116916223316</id><published>2009-05-11T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:33:06.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Little Suprises</title><content type='html'>I love it when you are just going about your day and then something small but meaningful and unexpected happens that makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at the local college waiting for Anderson's Middle School Tennis match to begin. After calling John to let him know that Anderson would be playing in about 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; I sat down on the grass to read my book. After about 35 minutes I began to glance up periodically to see if John had arrived. I began to wonder where the heck he was when I heard a biker ride up onto the grass. Imagine my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; when I looked up...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587514368236290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SghDFJknGwI/AAAAAAAAB7k/MKW08nkeAZQ/s400/IMG_4419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587518458237842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SghDFYzvk5I/AAAAAAAAB7s/YN3YzizuBJY/s400/IMG_4421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-2443649116916223316?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2443649116916223316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2443649116916223316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-little-suprises.html' title='Lifes Little Suprises'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SghDFJknGwI/AAAAAAAAB7k/MKW08nkeAZQ/s72-c/IMG_4419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-913422676145607873</id><published>2009-05-08T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:40:41.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Detectives</title><content type='html'>So it's that time of the year again where you get to help me put together my ideas for Cub Scout Day Camp.  The theme this year is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;: Cub Scout Investigators and the boys will be doing lots of detective work.  At one station the cubs will be doing picture puzzles.  Take a guess at what the following close ups are actually pictures of. They are all items that you would find around your home.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Please &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;let me know if they are too easy, too hard, too obscure etc.  Remember that this is geared for 8-10 year old boys.  Thanks for your help! (After putting this post together I realize that I need more objects with color!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoGhPjqOI/AAAAAAAAB7c/f6OhGrAR9uE/s1600-h/broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333502319925635298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoGhPjqOI/AAAAAAAAB7c/f6OhGrAR9uE/s400/broom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoGDsk0uI/AAAAAAAAB7U/OdIwbcA0R28/s1600-h/button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333502311994282722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoGDsk0uI/AAAAAAAAB7U/OdIwbcA0R28/s400/button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoFuJps1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/-_KzLKFXdZE/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333502306210657106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoFuJps1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/-_KzLKFXdZE/s400/cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoFT3BYLI/AAAAAAAAB7E/DmAxWEXatwg/s1600-h/fork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333502299153195186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoFT3BYLI/AAAAAAAAB7E/DmAxWEXatwg/s400/fork.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoE2ekPzI/AAAAAAAAB68/gAhP46Ug5Wo/s1600-h/keyboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333502291265994546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoE2ekPzI/AAAAAAAAB68/gAhP46Ug5Wo/s400/keyboard.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRnglvVmlI/AAAAAAAAB60/_3TRKXNyNr0/s1600-h/outlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333501668297644626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRnglvVmlI/AAAAAAAAB60/_3TRKXNyNr0/s400/outlet.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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRngZzFI2I/AAAAAAAAB6s/ZQaeXYHtP2c/s1600-h/paperclip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333501665092117346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRngZzFI2I/AAAAAAAAB6s/ZQaeXYHtP2c/s400/paperclip.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRngB9ApUI/AAAAAAAAB6k/jmT-Ih1p140/s1600-h/pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333501658691315010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRngB9ApUI/AAAAAAAAB6k/jmT-Ih1p140/s400/pencil.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRnf2TTSeI/AAAAAAAAB6c/s86FT6b6Ob4/s1600-h/pliers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333501655563586018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRnf2TTSeI/AAAAAAAAB6c/s86FT6b6Ob4/s400/pliers.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRnfoali7I/AAAAAAAAB6U/IFQAILBIIPI/s1600-h/tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333501651836046258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRnfoali7I/AAAAAAAAB6U/IFQAILBIIPI/s400/tire.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-913422676145607873?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/913422676145607873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=913422676145607873' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/913422676145607873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/913422676145607873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-detectives.html' title='Picture Detectives'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgRoGhPjqOI/AAAAAAAAB7c/f6OhGrAR9uE/s72-c/broom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8474771900965166531</id><published>2009-05-06T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:54:04.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple of days ago Grandpa called from downstairs to tell us that there were some ducks in our backyard.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; and I headed out to the deck and watched them waddle around the grass for over 20 minutes.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgGgnt4LDUI/AAAAAAAAB6M/BtXR8mMz7LM/s1600-h/IMG_4525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332720037973921090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgGgnt4LDUI/AAAAAAAAB6M/BtXR8mMz7LM/s400/IMG_4525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And what did Belle, our chocolate lab...the mighty bird hunter do the entire time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgGgnYvwa3I/AAAAAAAAB6E/qzNzInggmlk/s1600-h/IMG_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332720032301476722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgGgnYvwa3I/AAAAAAAAB6E/qzNzInggmlk/s400/IMG_4539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8474771900965166531?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8474771900965166531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8474771900965166531' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8474771900965166531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8474771900965166531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/beware-of-dog.html' title='Beware of Dog'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SgGgnt4LDUI/AAAAAAAAB6M/BtXR8mMz7LM/s72-c/IMG_4525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2757754888727687487</id><published>2009-05-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:15:00.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; has loved showering since he was about two weeks old. My &lt;a href="http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-showers-bringtears.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;favorite post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;ever is the one a year ago where I photographed his obsession with getting wet. Not much has changed except that now he is a big boy and loves to go it alone. We open the door, turn on the water and in he goes. It is so dang cute to see this little boy enjoying a big open shower all to himself. My favorite pictures show a bit more than I am willing to share on my blog, but there is just something so sweet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt; about all those little baby parts getting clean. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sf8EHk-X3GI/AAAAAAAAB58/RK93tHZ7-sc/s1600-h/IMG_4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985012060839010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sf8EHk-X3GI/AAAAAAAAB58/RK93tHZ7-sc/s400/IMG_4548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7546654757754279791-2757754888727687487?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/2757754888727687487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=2757754888727687487' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2757754888727687487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2757754888727687487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/05/branson-has-loved-showering-since-he.html' title='Shower Obsession'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sf8EHk-X3GI/AAAAAAAAB58/RK93tHZ7-sc/s72-c/IMG_4548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1890402361699104882</id><published>2009-04-30T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:28:37.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Jessica Sprague Digital Class!</title><content type='html'>For all of you who have thought about getting started but just didn't want to spend the money, Jessica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sprague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is currently offering a free get "get started" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;digi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scrapping class! She is actually offering two, the other one is a Hybrid scrapping class.  To get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;digi&lt;/span&gt; class you will need to scroll down the page a bit. So now what is your excuse!? You can find the free class &lt;a href="http://www.jessicasprague.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=943:get-started-for-free&amp;amp;catid=69:jscom-articles&amp;amp;Itemid=147"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-1890402361699104882?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1890402361699104882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1890402361699104882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1890402361699104882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1890402361699104882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-jessica-sprague-digital-class.html' title='Free Jessica Sprague Digital Class!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-2721601365918231961</id><published>2009-04-29T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:46:55.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Fun!!! (And a Font Tutorial)</title><content type='html'>Have I said how much fun I am having with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.  Here are some of my latest layouts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sfh--kWgVTI/AAAAAAAAB50/kiRgQ4IEy_s/s1600-h/stackin+cups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330149772368041266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sfh--kWgVTI/AAAAAAAAB50/kiRgQ4IEy_s/s400/stackin+cups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hooked on fonts! I love that there are endless options and styles all free for the taking.  My favorite site is &lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dafont&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but there are many others that I have found simply by Googling "free fonts."  If you need a font that looks like the font used in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; TV series (Day Camp:) just Google it, and there you go.  (The best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; font is called Clicker...I know you were just dying to know that)&lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330148498614781698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sfh90bQEBwI/AAAAAAAAB5k/ve1gjS3NpnY/s400/tapout+large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add a new font to your computer find the font you want and click &lt;em&gt;download.&lt;/em&gt;  When the next screen pops up click on &lt;em&gt;save. &lt;/em&gt;Click on your &lt;em&gt;desktop&lt;/em&gt; icon so that your font is being saved there. Click &lt;em&gt;save&lt;/em&gt;.  When the font is done downloading click on &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt;.  Now when you go to your computer screen your new font should be saved right there next to all your other icons. It will be a zipped file so using your mouse, &lt;em&gt;right click&lt;/em&gt; and choose &lt;em&gt;extract file. &lt;/em&gt;You will see a second icon of your font pop up on the screen.  You may now delete the zipped file.  Go to your &lt;em&gt;control &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;panel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; click on &lt;em&gt;appearance and personalization.&lt;/em&gt;  Click on &lt;em&gt;fonts.  Click and drag&lt;/em&gt; your unzipped icon into your font window.  You are done.  Your font is installed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; may now delete the font icon from your desktop.  Depending on your computer your steps may vary slightly but not by too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330147816661648754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sfh9MuxxBXI/AAAAAAAAB5c/RxWUECAk_JY/s400/caydbranslollipop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jessicasprague.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jessica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sprague's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; classes are worth every penny! I have played with Adobe Elements for over 6 years and she has taught me more in two classes than I learned in all those years! This &lt;em&gt;Water Park Page&lt;/em&gt; is one of the layouts you make in her second class. She walks you through step by step instructions and every little detail is explained. It is amazing. You can sign up for her classes at &lt;a href="http://www.jessicasprague.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;http://www.jessicasprague.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330147810461262834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sfh9MXreo_I/AAAAAAAAB5U/edtf-IQibcg/s400/sydneywaterpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think I will finally get some of my pages printed. I had been holding off, just having way too much fun in the creating department. But as I was showing John my last batch of finished layouts he said, "Why don't you actually get some of those printed off?" Well you heard what the man said, "Go spend some money!" I think I will do that today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-2721601365918231961?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/2721601365918231961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=2721601365918231961' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2721601365918231961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/2721601365918231961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-fun-and-font-tutorial.html' title='So Much Fun!!! (And a Font Tutorial)'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sfh--kWgVTI/AAAAAAAAB50/kiRgQ4IEy_s/s72-c/stackin+cups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8794037822836207574</id><published>2009-04-23T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:43:59.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Your Kid to Work Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was &lt;em&gt;Take Your Kid to Work Day&lt;/em&gt; and since my kid's Dad has a suit and tie, meetings with parents, I'm bored out of my mind, job...they go spend a day at Grandpa Mathews' Auto Body Shop. This year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got to share the day with his cousin &lt;a href="http://dandeedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always send the kids with my spare camera and I always enjoy their take on a day at Grandpa's Shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (age 11) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (age 9)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328100274901930818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE2-HUw00I/AAAAAAAAB2g/cAtY0g0UZN4/s400/shop22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "driving" a totalled car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328100275633039938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE2-KDEqkI/AAAAAAAAB2o/qSJ08pJC5UU/s400/shop21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... so this picture just cracked me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328100279499000066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE2-YcyiQI/AAAAAAAAB2w/CCz6hDgprkM/s400/shop20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....I think we will have a little discussion about this one. Maybe a Family Home Evening lesson on the Word of Wisdom is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328100282865648338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE2-k_dgtI/AAAAAAAAB24/cc3wZj4S7qA/s400/shop19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So they actually did get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101139281481650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE3wbY6D7I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/tFeUVXBOuro/s400/shop15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101132377620018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE3wBq5fjI/AAAAAAAAB3I/0xu9pFurV7w/s400/shop16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think Uncle Max was a bit risky letting too cousins who are prone to goofing off wash up this rig...but very cool picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101147607600658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE3w6aAjhI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/h4vtgB8hOds/s400/shop14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101151695109538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE3xJoi_aI/AAAAAAAAB3g/sZuBDbGSdIA/s400/shop13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very scary boys...blast us with your dangerous blow gun that isn't even hooked up to the air hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101151373037922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE3xIbwkWI/AAAAAAAAB3o/iwVYKd5FTgU/s400/shop12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's better...at least the spray gun shoots paint.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year Uncle Max or Uncle Ryan let my boys build something cool in the shop. It appears that this year's creation were metal initials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328103386088850306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5zNZhw4I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/h91WaU56pfU/s400/shop7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328102557109939842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5C9NjboI/AAAAAAAAB4I/gqrzckeNMhc/s400/shop8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328103391058928530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5zf6fI5I/AAAAAAAAB4g/or3teJ95y5I/s400/shop6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...that is why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came home with a huge tear in his sweat pants. A metal sander will do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328103390753145810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5zexlQ9I/AAAAAAAAB4o/uXqF6X75E6I/s400/shop5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328103393573432226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5zpR_a6I/AAAAAAAAB4w/7nQG3k3xJaw/s400/shop4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;blow dryer&lt;/span&gt; really a &lt;em&gt;cool, manly &lt;/em&gt;tool?&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5CvKhJoI/AAAAAAAAB4A/nFtVeRhhtx8/s1600-h/shop9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328102553339111042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5CvKhJoI/AAAAAAAAB4A/nFtVeRhhtx8/s400/shop9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a bit excited that the only cash I had to give him for lunch was a $20.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5CRKx16I/AAAAAAAAB34/fa5rCNOLKuI/s1600-h/shop10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328102545287141282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5CRKx16I/AAAAAAAAB34/fa5rCNOLKuI/s400/shop10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Max and Uncle Ryan (or Dad to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5CeRRNoI/AAAAAAAAB3w/KPydbMbuoQ8/s1600-h/shop11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328102548804023938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5CeRRNoI/AAAAAAAAB3w/KPydbMbuoQ8/s400/shop11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, every year, there is a gorgeous picture of an engine.....&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328103397820446082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE5z5GjtYI/AAAAAAAAB44/VE_sB9XEN-U/s400/shop3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On their trip home...the Blue Bridge over the Columbia River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328105509788294370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE7u0y7nOI/AAAAAAAAB5A/LKP1IrnJrRI/s400/shop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they had a good time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328105511882613090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE7u8mQYWI/AAAAAAAAB5I/mNfAf7CigHQ/s400/shop1.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&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8794037822836207574?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8794037822836207574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8794037822836207574' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8794037822836207574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8794037822836207574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-your-kid-to-work-day-2009.html' title='Take Your Kid to Work Day 2009'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SfE2-HUw00I/AAAAAAAAB2g/cAtY0g0UZN4/s72-c/shop22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-1740857247231630754</id><published>2009-04-19T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:36:49.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney's First Piano Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeunVr3I6YI/AAAAAAAAB2I/b7kJXJbw-tY/s1600-h/IMG_4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326534975288830338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeunVr3I6YI/AAAAAAAAB2I/b7kJXJbw-tY/s400/IMG_4312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She played &lt;em&gt;Freight Train&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;The Greatest Show on Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeumXoSouXI/AAAAAAAAB14/n0FeNOeZIao/s1600-h/IMG_4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326533909178530162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeumXoSouXI/AAAAAAAAB14/n0FeNOeZIao/s400/IMG_4308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Larson, her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; teacher of one year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeumXdvf9aI/AAAAAAAAB1w/hCQmi8WeI3w/s1600-h/IMG_4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326533906346800546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeumXdvf9aI/AAAAAAAAB1w/hCQmi8WeI3w/s400/IMG_4309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before the recital...nervous, but ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326534414857680402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Seum1EF8NhI/AAAAAAAAB2A/iIdARDvmGSE/s400/IMG_4313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sydney with Grandma and Grandpa Mathews. Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cazier&lt;/span&gt; were there too but had to leave early for a funeral.&lt;br /&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/7546654757754279791-1740857247231630754?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/1740857247231630754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=1740857247231630754' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1740857247231630754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/1740857247231630754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/sydneys-first-piano-recital.html' title='Sydney&apos;s First Piano Recital'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeunVr3I6YI/AAAAAAAAB2I/b7kJXJbw-tY/s72-c/IMG_4312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5562573315322827402</id><published>2009-04-16T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:20:43.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(June 5, 2002 Anderson age 6)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mom “Grandpa Mathews called and wants to know if you and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; want to make some money this summer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson “Sure, we could do that.  It’s made out of paper.  I just don’t know if we have the right color.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;December 2006 Sydney age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so Sydney was driving me absolutely nuts with her out of nowhere oddball questions!   I decided to take a different approach (I was completely ignoring her or shrugging the questions off with an "I dunno"). I began to write her questions down but sad to say many of them were still answered with "I dunno".   But really...is there any other way to answer some of these!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What happens to the sun when it gets really windy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When were you last married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do we wear underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you still choke on a toy if you chewed it up first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Does that long stick thing in your body hold up your brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If people are frozen can they still move their eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If Anderson died with his cap on would we leave it on or take it off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Plunking on the lower keys at the end of the piano) Are these keys to play bad music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; age 4 or 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; was little he was crying   and when I asked him what was wrong he said that he didn't know what he was going to be when he grew up.   I told him that was fine, he had a long time to think about it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;: No..Alex already knows what she is going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Amy;:  She does?   What is she going to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;: (still sobbing)   A shark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(January 15, 2002 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; age 4)&lt;br /&gt;                   As he was throwing up with the flu…&lt;br /&gt;                                      “When I threw up my flu shot came out.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-5562573315322827402?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5562573315322827402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5562573315322827402' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5562573315322827402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5562573315322827402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/funnies-from-past.html' title='Funnies from the Past'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8689294081868853537</id><published>2009-04-14T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:38:07.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Works for Me!</title><content type='html'>After nearly 14 years of trying charts, lists, and all kinds of bribery I think we have finally found a cleaning  system that works for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cazier&lt;/span&gt; family.  We have used the new "chart" for several months now and the "newness" has not worn off.  I have to give full credit to John since he was the mastermind behind the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Monday a new piece of paper is taped up in the kitchen with the words "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KEEPIN&lt;/span&gt;' IT CLEAN"  at the top. Below these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt; words are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anderson $10.00                    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; $10.00                         Sydney $10.00       &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the kids has the opportunity to earn $10.00 each and every week of the month.  "Holy Cow," you say? Yes, that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a lot of money.  But we have yet to pay out $30 in one week...far from it.  Every time mom or dad has to "pick up" after one of the kids they lose a dollar.  For example, if I go into the New Room and gather up Anderson's socks, baseball hat and an X-Box Controller--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cha Ching&lt;/span&gt;...he just lost $3.00 and is down to $7.00 just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. The item has to be picked up and put away by mom or dad to be deducted off the list.  We can't say, "Sydney pick up your coat" and then charge her $1.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Books do not count.  If you leave your book on the couch to read later that is perfectly fine, but Sydney isn't allowed to leave an entire stack of Little Critters on the floor...Novels only.&lt;br /&gt;3.  If your bed isn't made and your room needs tidying mom will charge a $1.00 cleaning fee.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arguing&lt;/span&gt; will only cause mom or dad to deduct another dollar.&lt;br /&gt;5. No adding money onto your list if you find something of mom's or dad's lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this system.  Not only do my kids have the chance to make some money but on the way to church every Sunday we figure out how much tithing they need to pay for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house stays clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids pay tithing every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;!  I just deduct a dollar and jot down the item that cost them their precious money.  I don't care if they don't pick it up, I put it away and it saves me $1.00...a dollar that &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All it takes is a quick reminder in the morning, "Do you want to pay mom $1.00 to clean your room today?" or "Better take a quick peek around the house to see if Mom's gonna make some cash today."  Just watch them scramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8689294081868853537?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8689294081868853537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8689294081868853537' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8689294081868853537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8689294081868853537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/works-for-me.html' title='Works for Me!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-813341071436459269</id><published>2009-04-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:27:44.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YeeeeHawwwww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeOf2vpWWJI/AAAAAAAAB1M/ytqDnIRxqYI/s1600-h/IMG_4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324274947333707922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeOf2vpWWJI/AAAAAAAAB1M/ytqDnIRxqYI/s400/IMG_4155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exactly 2 seconds after this photo was taken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; was bucked off the Little Red Pony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-813341071436459269?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/813341071436459269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=813341071436459269' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/813341071436459269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/813341071436459269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeeeehawwwww.html' title='YeeeeHawwwww!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SeOf2vpWWJI/AAAAAAAAB1M/ytqDnIRxqYI/s72-c/IMG_4155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-3028015404909301012</id><published>2009-04-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:04:32.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anderson's First Tennis Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sd9t804q-7I/AAAAAAAAB1E/IvPouDrjbtI/s1600-h/grow+upbrand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094176331135922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sd9t804q-7I/AAAAAAAAB1E/IvPouDrjbtI/s400/grow+upbrand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7546654757754279791-3028015404909301012?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/3028015404909301012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=3028015404909301012' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3028015404909301012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/3028015404909301012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/andersons-first-tennis-match.html' title='Anderson&apos;s First Tennis Match'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sd9t804q-7I/AAAAAAAAB1E/IvPouDrjbtI/s72-c/grow+upbrand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-5680866896419186437</id><published>2009-04-09T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:06:34.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Why Didn't I Think of That Sooner?!</title><content type='html'>Dinner time means crazy time. Homework, Piano practice, basketball practice and tennis practice, fussy time for toddlers (and moms) and everyone is hungry. Trying to make dinner between 4:00 and 5:00 is pretty near impossible. My first thought was that I would make dinner earlier in the day, that didn't last long. I have finally found two things that work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I make triple the amount of food. When I make dinner I add three times the amount the recipe calls for, and depending on the dish I either freeze two of the three helpings or I cook them all and then freeze them what we don't eat that night. My family is none the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wiser&lt;/span&gt; and I have homemade meals in the freezer, ready to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....what should we have tonight? Spaghetti or vegetable beef soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The second thing that I did was get the kids cooking in the kitchen. Sydney was most excited about this one. It kind of happened by accident. I was chopping up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;veggies&lt;/span&gt; for soup when I looked at the clock and realized that if I didn't get the cornbread made soon it wouldn't be done in time for dinner. I called Sydney into the kitchen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM: I need you to make the cornbread for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SYDNEY: Really Mom, or are you just joking? (I had been joking but I thought "What the heck.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM: Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SYDNEY (who is 8 1/2): All by myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM: All by yourself. I'm too busy cooking dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SYDNEY: No way! Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322768832800419026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sd5GDVyW7NI/AAAAAAAAB0s/HmXYhIeZoQg/s400/IMG_4094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cornbread recipe is from scratch and all I did to help Sydney was to glance at her measuring cups and spoons as she checked with me to see if they were the right ones to scoop the ingredients. Oh, and I also pulled the super hot bowl of melted butter out of the microwave for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her cornbread turned out d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;elicious&lt;/span&gt; and I had not seen her that proud in a very long time. It reminded me that I need to trust my kids to harder tasks and let them go it alone sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then she has also made 4 cakes (complete with frosting) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snickerdoodle&lt;/span&gt; cookies. She is on a roll and only one cake (I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; double check the measuring cups) turned out a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322768837380235682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sd5GDm2RYaI/AAAAAAAAB00/xT1NPBS7i10/s400/IMG_4095.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/7546654757754279791-5680866896419186437?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/5680866896419186437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=5680866896419186437' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5680866896419186437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/5680866896419186437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-why-didnt-i-think-of-that-sooner.html' title='Now Why Didn&apos;t I Think of That Sooner?!'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/Sd5GDVyW7NI/AAAAAAAAB0s/HmXYhIeZoQg/s72-c/IMG_4094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546654757754279791.post-8763220380959067837</id><published>2009-04-02T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:11:46.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>So Washington State has been working towards banning the sales of any dishwasher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;detergent&lt;/span&gt; that is not completely environmentally safe.  They started a test run in the Spokane area and only Green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;detergents&lt;/span&gt; can be sold.  The complaint is that non of them work and the dishes are coming out with gunky food and crud still glued to them. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; has come up with the perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;detergent&lt;/span&gt;.  Made of all natural materials and quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dissolving&lt;/span&gt; we introduce you to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;~&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;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320125861561512162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SdTiSKq-MOI/AAAAAAAAB0k/YQjUsqe40Xo/s400/IMG_4118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Snickerdoodle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For best results use only a half eaten, manhandled cookie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546654757754279791-8763220380959067837?l=adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/feeds/8763220380959067837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7546654757754279791&amp;postID=8763220380959067837' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8763220380959067837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7546654757754279791/posts/default/8763220380959067837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofplainolme.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Amy J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459486695505443044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SqnhricE5YI/AAAAAAAACIU/OBy160oDIXI/S220/IMG_7223.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhl7kDwkxG4/SdTiSKq-MOI/AAAAAAAAB0k/YQjUsqe40Xo/s72-c/IMG_4118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
