<?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-8351878567975771911</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:58:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the five of us</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-7353613613642898181</id><published>2011-08-14T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T10:47:56.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPsAlPN99HI/TkgCUkoqmFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/j6oJbnlqHV4/s1600/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I sit down to write this blog posting, summer ended officially  for us about a month ago. Although, the summer season is still going  strong with temperatures near 107;  my friends and family who live up  north are still actually enjoying the month of August! I don't mean to  sound as if I am complaining, because I am not. When the Arizona heat  hits 107 no one really goes outside; if you live in Arizona you know  what I mean. We exercise before the sun rises, we park in the shade,  even if that means you have to walk clear across the parking lot in the  heat to get to the air conditioned store. With temperatures reaching  that high, and kids hiding indoors, you might as well have them learning  something; thus year round school! &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But before the  school bell rings, you have to enjoy what little time you have for  summer. This summer we spent a few days at Lake Powell, the southwest's  secret to a bit of heaven! (if you have been to Lake Powell, you know  what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5z_Kv_zZ3QI/TkgAS7sI4eI/AAAAAAAAAm0/fMFSYoiGnkE/s1600/IMG_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5z_Kv_zZ3QI/TkgAS7sI4eI/AAAAAAAAAm0/fMFSYoiGnkE/s320/IMG_2543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640758858542014946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the Falls, they are located up Navajo Canyon. This is the first time in 10 years that we have been able to  get to them, because the lake water has been so low. We drove the boat up as far as we could, and then we hiked the 4 miles into them. It was so fun to walk and splash in the water as we hiked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx84y5I4lPs/TkgASpVzn7I/AAAAAAAAAms/GLd5-U4SMZ0/s1600/IMG_2528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx84y5I4lPs/TkgASpVzn7I/AAAAAAAAAms/GLd5-U4SMZ0/s320/IMG_2528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640758853616508850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPsAlPN99HI/TkgCUkoqmFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/j6oJbnlqHV4/s1600/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPsAlPN99HI/TkgCUkoqmFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/j6oJbnlqHV4/s320/IMG_2556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640761085736425554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am at the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnDE-1pnO20/TkgCUUz5ObI/AAAAAAAAAnc/T7zgyG2AyWU/s1600/IMG_2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnDE-1pnO20/TkgCUUz5ObI/AAAAAAAAAnc/T7zgyG2AyWU/s320/IMG_2558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640761081488554418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike, Maddie, and Brookie (Maddie's friend swam up under the falls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OL1OWNNGl2g/TkgBWHX9JDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/mcgCW1_eq7Q/s1600/IMG_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OL1OWNNGl2g/TkgBWHX9JDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/mcgCW1_eq7Q/s320/IMG_2596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640760012729820210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sitting in the falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YI6lB89HWcQ/TkgBV2CgxuI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RFDUo-JK940/s1600/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YI6lB89HWcQ/TkgBV2CgxuI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RFDUo-JK940/s320/IMG_2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640760008076478178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCHLw1ilWrw/TkgBWs2w-KI/AAAAAAAAAnU/bs_19lXICKI/s1600/IMG_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCHLw1ilWrw/TkgBWs2w-KI/AAAAAAAAAnU/bs_19lXICKI/s320/IMG_2598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640760022791157922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlsPaRp0hUQ/Tkf-bcm8Y9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/R6OuUlyOGs8/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlsPaRp0hUQ/Tkf-bcm8Y9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/R6OuUlyOGs8/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640756805794292690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We found this giant hole and we climbed up into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6thJQzxYp6U/Tkf-bqw_-0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/-ZIe7leXKZE/s1600/IMG_2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6thJQzxYp6U/Tkf-bqw_-0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/-ZIe7leXKZE/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640756809594567490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFUea816JpI/TkgG3eMcL_I/AAAAAAAAAn0/iJ17400RAnk/s1600/IMG_2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFUea816JpI/TkgG3eMcL_I/AAAAAAAAAn0/iJ17400RAnk/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640766083349360626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-IQDzWJQR8/TkgG3pJOusI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XNGJ5iSDA8M/s1600/IMG_2522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-IQDzWJQR8/TkgG3pJOusI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XNGJ5iSDA8M/s320/IMG_2522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640766086288685762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls had fun making drip castles with the wet, red sand. They  named it the Gorilla's Kingdom. If you note the small black gorilla in the bottom middle, you will know why. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGHB_3FIGT0/Tkf-bIYVebI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_fderVcmqNo/s1600/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGHB_3FIGT0/Tkf-bIYVebI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_fderVcmqNo/s320/IMG_2493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640756800364313010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LzUQvdzv9Q/Tkf9F-pnKoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/kPPxKXL2q8A/s1600/IMG_2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LzUQvdzv9Q/Tkf9F-pnKoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/kPPxKXL2q8A/s320/IMG_2483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640755337463540354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Burying each other in the sand is always a fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6thJQzxYp6U/Tkf-bqw_-0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/-ZIe7leXKZE/s1600/IMG_2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZty9hpLKCo/Tkf9FudAa2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/G-T7AUOlC4A/s1600/IMG_2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZty9hpLKCo/Tkf9FudAa2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/G-T7AUOlC4A/s320/IMG_2468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640755333115702114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DeEFSsgr6n4/Tkf9FU595DI/AAAAAAAAAl8/jOn_UAbJ5Cs/s1600/IMG_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DeEFSsgr6n4/Tkf9FU595DI/AAAAAAAAAl8/jOn_UAbJ5Cs/s320/IMG_2462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640755326257849394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike fishing. His favorite way to unwind at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAgvfiCtnFE/TkgJF9ln2kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LO60GWykMHU/s1600/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAgvfiCtnFE/TkgJF9ln2kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LO60GWykMHU/s320/IMG_2389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640768531317905986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me playing in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnmvnBD9lvc/Tkf7fu9fCEI/AAAAAAAAAls/8Xij7agmPkI/s1600/IMG_2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnmvnBD9lvc/Tkf7fu9fCEI/AAAAAAAAAls/8Xij7agmPkI/s320/IMG_2420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640753580905269314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maddie loves to cliff jump. (thanks to her dad and older sisters) Thank goodness her friend is brave and will climb the cliffs to reach a good spot to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFhyNuq6yBs/Tkf7fxhkMXI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-XT6iwWxmHw/s1600/IMG_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFhyNuq6yBs/Tkf7fxhkMXI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-XT6iwWxmHw/s320/IMG_2425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640753581593473394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1e_Z5t8JGFo/Tkf7fZGBAFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NnzIQnlZCzU/s1600/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1e_Z5t8JGFo/Tkf7fZGBAFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NnzIQnlZCzU/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640753575035469906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me driving the boat! We are thinking of upgrading the boat next season and selling this one. I didn't hit the dock once and drove the boat on perfectly to the trailer this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5GAoj9U-Po/TkgJFo6hTRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/TBL0IonYi4w/s1600/IMG_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5GAoj9U-Po/TkgJFo6hTRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/TBL0IonYi4w/s320/IMG_2387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640768525768412434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good-bye summer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-7353613613642898181?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7353613613642898181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=7353613613642898181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7353613613642898181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7353613613642898181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5z_Kv_zZ3QI/TkgAS7sI4eI/AAAAAAAAAm0/fMFSYoiGnkE/s72-c/IMG_2543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-1786244190053227426</id><published>2011-07-10T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:57:38.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the Days of Our of Lives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Time just seems to pass through the hour glass more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;   quickly, and I can't account for all of the daily trivial things that   happen in our lives, but I thought I would up date you on some of the   more larger things that have happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; in our lives in th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;e last few  weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1Abhtl5q24/Thngv2l-vDI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fmZdWZ4P6Yw/s1600/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1Abhtl5q24/Thngv2l-vDI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fmZdWZ4P6Yw/s320/IMG_1768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627776322089434162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tiffany turned 18 in April. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  cannot believe that she is 18 and off  to college next month. It truly  just seems like yesterday that she was 2  years old an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d being tossed up  in the air by her dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when her kindergarten teacher stopped by our house to do a home visit and meet T. Mrs. Hall was so nice, and at the time we were ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silver City, NM. Tiffany started kindergarten a few days later. I walked her down to her bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stop, and I remember her waving out the window, with her curly, long blonde hair and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nose pressed to the glass. I teared up a little as the bus pulled away from the curb.   As Calla an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d I walked home, I remember thinking that it will be years before she is all grown up and graduating. I was excited for the school  years her learning to read and write, school proj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; science fairs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school carnivals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;band, dance team,  driving a car,  friends, sleep overs, and pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPCtA9x9-kU/ThnnVcSRloI/AAAAAAAAAk0/l2dtblkjQVk/s1600/IMG_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPCtA9x9-kU/ThnnVcSRloI/AAAAAAAAAk0/l2dtblkjQVk/s320/IMG_1898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627783564932257410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I  have a high school graduate!! The time indeed, has quickly gone through the hour glass. It was weird, but I really don't think that her graduating set into my brain until we were in route to the ceremony. The graduation  ceremony this y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ear was held at the Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fargo Stadium at ASU.  It was a very nice ceremony, and I re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ally was impressed with the 3 valedictorians speeches and the superintendent's rema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rks. Our superintendent, joined our school district as t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he gradu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ating class was entering kindergarten, and he too mentioned that he was graduating, because he is now retiring, and going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into the world just like the seniors! He felt in sense that he too was a part of the class of 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OuO__fezPRo/ThnmI0S41hI/AAAAAAAAAkk/otDveH4Qakc/s1600/IMG_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OuO__fezPRo/ThnmI0S41hI/AAAAAAAAAkk/otDveH4Qakc/s320/IMG_1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627782248527353362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiffany and her friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uucYkIfUUA/ThnmJERTrEI/AAAAAAAAAks/fisIN_Zj1yE/s1600/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uucYkIfUUA/ThnmJERTrEI/AAAAAAAAAks/fisIN_Zj1yE/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627782252815690818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;walking across the stage to receive her diploma and below looking back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxM_iI2IDU0/ThngvR83hmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GWPtbJVYQII/s1600/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxM_iI2IDU0/ThngvR83hmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GWPtbJVYQII/s320/IMG_1878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627776312253318754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As her time at home is quickly shortening, Tiffany ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s been busy th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is summer trying to save for college but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; still have fun with her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She broke up with her boy friend after graduation and since then, we see a lot more of her (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She found a new job as the beginning of May and is currently scooping ice cream at Baskin Robbins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calla ended her school year with cheer competitions and trying out for Varsity Cheer. She made the squad, so her dad and I  will be attending lots of football games this fall! This summer she has been busy with girls camp, cheer camp, and she spent a w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eek and a half with her friend in California. In addition, she has been taking an on-line history class for school.  The time is passing quickly and in less than 3 weeks, she will once again be back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;l &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh0CH6n00mk/ThnrTLq9NFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EaVb8Zc4D6w/s1600/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh0CH6n00mk/ThnrTLq9NFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EaVb8Zc4D6w/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627787924159149138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-de2KChIQnu4/ThnrTi2deWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tMbxmVjUbIs/s1600/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-de2KChIQnu4/ThnrTi2deWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tMbxmVjUbIs/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627787930381416802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I love this picture it shows Calla being tossed in the air )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maddie  has spent her time this summer playing with friends, splashing in the pool, and taking her friend Brookie to Lake Powell for 5 days. (picts to come later). Maddie  made honor roll 3 quarters in row this year, and was rewarded for good grades with a turkey hunting trip with her dad in early May. Maddie also just had her ballet recital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oXFFIKARWw/ThnxFJqQizI/AAAAAAAAAlc/aty4-PfdPo0/s1600/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oXFFIKARWw/ThnxFJqQizI/AAAAAAAAAlc/aty4-PfdPo0/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627794280170949426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFVYr4Miv24/Thnwz_1dWrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ejnTV9TPxFI/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFVYr4Miv24/Thnwz_1dWrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ejnTV9TPxFI/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627793985475795634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for Mike and I we are the proud owners of a new Ranger! We took it out one weekend for a drive in the hills, before the temperature in the Valley of the Sun hit the high 100's.  It will get more use in the fall, as in time,&lt;br /&gt; when the temperature drops into the nice bearable temps of the high 70's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiBNpWvb5AA/Thnw0B3yOoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YFUKJI6qcx4/s1600/IMG_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiBNpWvb5AA/Thnw0B3yOoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YFUKJI6qcx4/s320/IMG_2019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627793986022423170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is amazing how time flies! I wish I could be better at capturing the daily moments of our family, but like the rest of you, we stay busy with work and play. Some days are just a jumble!&lt;br /&gt;But like spilled milk, you just can't cry over it! It's like that saying, enjoy life, or it will pass you by. That is what we seem to do best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-1786244190053227426?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1786244190053227426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=1786244190053227426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1786244190053227426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1786244190053227426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2011/07/these-are-days-of-our-of-lives.html' title='These are the Days of Our of Lives...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1Abhtl5q24/Thngv2l-vDI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fmZdWZ4P6Yw/s72-c/IMG_1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5480652153380675115</id><published>2011-03-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:03:01.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official....</title><content type='html'>Well...Spring break is officially over in just a few hours, but we had a productive spring break. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thank goodness for year round school, here in the valley of the sun, because we get a nice 2 week spring break).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week started off with T becoming an official Aggie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWoiAacAqT8/TY_HigWFtPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/YQ1cD2dlvCc/s1600/P3170023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWoiAacAqT8/TY_HigWFtPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/YQ1cD2dlvCc/s320/P3170023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588905058202137842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I took a tour of the campus and it made me feel really old! It just doesn't seem that long ago that I was a Utah State Aggie. Where have all the years gone?? After the tour we decided to look for off campus housing. T decided that she wanted to live off campus and in the long run it will be much cheaper. She chose to live in Old Farm Town House houses. The apartment will have 6 girls in it. It was fun apartment shopping with T and before I know it, I will be back up in Cache Valley moving her in. I hope that she has the best room-mates and best experience ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEm5y-kt5t4/TY_HjSQ81XI/AAAAAAAAAjA/O08qxJfzCHY/s1600/P3170021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEm5y-kt5t4/TY_HjSQ81XI/AAAAAAAAAjA/O08qxJfzCHY/s320/P3170021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588905071602357618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOjD8E0vGOY/TY_HjEd8O8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kdcBpIegUgU/s1600/P3170020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOjD8E0vGOY/TY_HjEd8O8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kdcBpIegUgU/s320/P3170020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588905067898747842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Utah we visited my grandpa who just turned 91 last week. I always make it a point to stop and visit him whenever I am in Utah. My grandma has been gone for 4 years now and grandpa is really missing her; he talks about being with her soon. He still seems so young at heart! I hope that I am around when I am 91. If I live to be 100... I am going swimming with the dolphins in Cozumel!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGonTpzm9s4/TY_KpS5QVFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qtPuC3CwVJE/s1600/P3190037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGonTpzm9s4/TY_KpS5QVFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qtPuC3CwVJE/s320/P3190037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588908473385505874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Utah I always stop at Pai Tan Trading! It is the best store ever for home decor ideas and holiday decorations. I wish Arizona would get a Pai Tan Trading. This is C trying on a very flowery wreath that we found in the clearance aisle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-C-8VvV0s/TY_KqM99wAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/z7maU_z_ZfU/s1600/P3190043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-C-8VvV0s/TY_KqM99wAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/z7maU_z_ZfU/s320/P3190043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588908488974516226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INHZGNcOepM/TY_KqWPhqhI/AAAAAAAAAjo/dtvQOTW7Hds/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BP1010157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INHZGNcOepM/TY_KqWPhqhI/AAAAAAAAAjo/dtvQOTW7Hds/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BP1010157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588908491464092178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Utah also is home to modest dresses!! Shopping for a prom dress in Utah is way less stressful than shopping for one in Arizona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(MENTAL NOTE: for future prom dresses and wedding dresses, since I have 2 more daughters attending proms in the next few years.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Since prom time in Arizona comes when the weather is absolutely divine, prom dresses here tend to be strapless. T unfortunately doesn't feel comfortable in strapless dresses, and having to modify them is a pain, so finding dresses that are modest is a special treat!! Here T is trying on the dress that we eventually bought. She bought hot pink high heels at Charlotte Russe and the dress shop sold her a hot pink polka dot sash. Her boyfriend is going to wear a hot pink tie and vest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay... and this is how I spent the last 5 days of spring break and my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had sinus surgery the day after we got back from Utah. My father-in-law tells me it will be the best present that I have ever given myself. Hmmm... will this top a massage...doubt it! But maybe I will be able to breathe, smell, and have less sinus infections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxTGOZOk7o8/TY_LFS36wFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ceIPjIIKRRY/s1600/P1010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxTGOZOk7o8/TY_LFS36wFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ceIPjIIKRRY/s320/P1010217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588908954416234578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5480652153380675115?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5480652153380675115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5480652153380675115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5480652153380675115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5480652153380675115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWoiAacAqT8/TY_HigWFtPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/YQ1cD2dlvCc/s72-c/P3170023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-2765235030908993614</id><published>2011-02-13T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:59:15.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!! I actually did it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_4SFzz0OQo/TVf9eVeHI2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/HZwymeYT4y4/s1600/IMG_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_4SFzz0OQo/TVf9eVeHI2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/HZwymeYT4y4/s320/IMG_1441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573201761495622498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been a runner for a couple of years now. I started by running with my friend Jill early in the mornings before school. We would run three miles or so through our sub-divisions and neighborhoods.  Last year Mike joined the gym, and I started going with him to run on the tread mill.  In the back of my mind, I always wanted to run in a race, but didn't know if I had the stamina or courage to do it. My goal was originally to run a 10k.  Some girls from my ward encouraged me to start running with them on the weekends, they were training for London's Run 1/2 marathon. (&lt;a href="http://www.londonsrun.org"&gt;London's Run&lt;/a&gt; for those of you who aren't from QC...is an annual race held in memory for London Solomon, a little girl who died from cancer. The profits from the race help other children with cancer in the QC area). I signed up for the half marathon, with Mindi, Jennie, and Lindsay. I still had doubts but was excited for the race!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXfueSodPHM/TVf7GGXN5YI/AAAAAAAAAho/zn_jwNnLTF0/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXfueSodPHM/TVf7GGXN5YI/AAAAAAAAAho/zn_jwNnLTF0/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573199146100057474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me at the starting line. It was a cold morning in Queen Creek, although the sun was shining.  I had my i-pod ready!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62zc4XI_oO0/TVf7GgLo56I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zivmYb0eCOM/s1600/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62zc4XI_oO0/TVf7GgLo56I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zivmYb0eCOM/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573199153030817698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here I am with Mindi and Lindsay the first few minutes of the race. Jennie broke through the crowd and set her pace. Jennie wanted to finish the marathon in less than 2 hours. I never could catch up to her. A few minutes later, I plugged my i-pod into my ears, and took off at bit faster pace. Mindi's had knee problems and I was so proud of her. She ran the whole race in pain!  I loved running through the country on the country farm field roads. It was so awesome to see bystanders, people that I didn't even know cheering me on! Along the path, every so often was a poster of a child or someone in our area with cancer. One of the posters said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Running is way easier than cancer!"&lt;/span&gt; It showed a little girl with no hair sitting up in a hospital bed. It made me think of the people in my own life that have been affected by cancer...my grandma, my sister, a friend, and a mom of one of my first graders, who died in October. I can't imagine being a mom and having to say good-bye to my children. I will never forget how she would bring her children to school, with a face mask on and a cute bandanna wrapped around her hairless head.  I felt pretty good all through the race, until mile 11! At mile 11 I thought I was done!! I could see the finish line in the distance, and knew that it wasn't much further, but wondered if I really was going to cross the finish line.   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN THIS SONG&lt;/span&gt; started blaring into my earphones......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew I could do it!! This  was my motivation!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqWTT6NWryo/TVf9d1Rf_CI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2xE6yHdF4Vc/s1600/Katy-Perry-Fireworks-FanMade1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqWTT6NWryo/TVf9d1Rf_CI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2xE6yHdF4Vc/s320/Katy-Perry-Fireworks-FanMade1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573201752852790306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few minutes later....Mike catches me running down victory lane with Katy Perry in my ears and a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_JjbJkYtZw/TVf7G9E4kpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/QEpnDPFm2Pk/s1600/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_JjbJkYtZw/TVf7G9E4kpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/QEpnDPFm2Pk/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573199160787112594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am!!! I did it!! I actually did it!! I finished the race in 2 hours 14 minutes. It felt so awesome to finally reach a goal that had been in the back of mind for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mohnmgAM5WY/TVf90B07LfI/AAAAAAAAAig/-jZm8kc8Lbg/s1600/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mohnmgAM5WY/TVf90B07LfI/AAAAAAAAAig/-jZm8kc8Lbg/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573202134179720690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yP3hquX_hxg/TVgHArzc61I/AAAAAAAAAio/HlW27H1fwMk/s1600/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yP3hquX_hxg/TVgHArzc61I/AAAAAAAAAio/HlW27H1fwMk/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573212247210912594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my sister in law, Noelle, who ran the 10k with her friend Rhonda, as they run down victory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-us0zHkVO5ks/TVf7k5V0l1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/G4eIMITUwwA/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-us0zHkVO5ks/TVf7k5V0l1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/G4eIMITUwwA/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573199675180488530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we all are! We finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXfueSodPHM/TVf7GGXN5YI/AAAAAAAAAho/zn_jwNnLTF0/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-2765235030908993614?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2765235030908993614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=2765235030908993614' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2765235030908993614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2765235030908993614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-did-it-i-actually-did-it.html' title='I did it!!! 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I am just not that good at blogging anymore, it has taken me 45 minutes to download the pictures from my cruise. Either my Java needs updating, or I need the memory on the computer increased. I find it so frustrating!! To me it is so much easier to facebook, I can add a quick comment, add pictures and be off in just a few minutes, and I haven't even farmed on my farmtown farm for weeks.  But the whole purpose of my blog was to journal the life happenings, for family and friends far away, and for my posterity.&lt;/span&gt;  SO... here is a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just recently, Mike and I celebrated our anniversary/my graduation on a cruise in the Western Caribbean.  It was the best week of my life! We have decided that we are going away every year some where together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is Jamaica!! My most favorite stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM25FwGjoeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/r1OI_QXVDiQ/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM25FwGjoeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/r1OI_QXVDiQ/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534283025571095010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The homes you see up on the hill, belong to Mick Jagger and Barbara Streisand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM25GkB0s9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/U4Ko97xj57U/s1600/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM25GkB0s9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/U4Ko97xj57U/s320/IMG_0984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534283039509885906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike and I on a charter boat cruising the Island of Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM25Fld0NQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dEw_B1HvQPg/s1600/IMG_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM25Fld0NQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dEw_B1HvQPg/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534283022715860226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We climbed Dunn's River Falls. To climb it, you have to make a human train, and you walk up the falls. (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM24iSEqd-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/z8RR3EPAKi0/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM24iSEqd-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/z8RR3EPAKi0/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534282416214669282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM24hj0skII/AAAAAAAAAgY/0IXX_fNCWcU/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM24hj0skII/AAAAAAAAAgY/0IXX_fNCWcU/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534282403799666818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us in the falls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2z_DOwkxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/itpUg31N_i4/s1600/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2z_DOwkxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/itpUg31N_i4/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534277412888548114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mike playing with the turtles in Grand Cayman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2z98HjSMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ghJYd_BR3tk/s1600/IMG_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2z98HjSMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ghJYd_BR3tk/s320/IMG_0906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534277393799399618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is a picture of Mike and I in Hell in Grand Cayman. Behind us is a field of black coral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2zS000PEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qgFtEjvN3QA/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2zS000PEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qgFtEjvN3QA/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534276653107395650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2zScbmXvI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wM1DBgf4rP0/s1600/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2zScbmXvI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wM1DBgf4rP0/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534276646559178482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our cruise ship, just before the storm hit Grand Cayman Island. The storm is the aftermath of Hurricane Jean, that hit Cancun Mexico and brushed Cuba, while we were on our cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2zSCKlCZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/FcefMJd1-5g/s1600/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2zSCKlCZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/FcefMJd1-5g/s320/IMG_0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534276639508466066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me in Grand Cayman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2z_twMC6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UNJDbUR2mLY/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2z_twMC6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UNJDbUR2mLY/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534277424303049634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Cozumel, Mexico, we visited the Mayan ruins. It is amazing to think that these things are still standing. This Mayan temple was built around 1200 A.D. You still could see the stucco and streets that they used. It was truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2w-SZzwHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/0mxGnq3tD5w/s1600/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2w-SZzwHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/0mxGnq3tD5w/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534274101246673010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were lizards every where!! This guy was the hugest! I can't imagine eating him, but the Mayans ate them. I heard they tasted like chicken. (Don't they say that about everything though)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2w-BD6McI/AAAAAAAAAfY/aDxev-vGPEE/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2w-BD6McI/AAAAAAAAAfY/aDxev-vGPEE/s320/IMG_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534274096591417794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2w9rq3tMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jC74pMEe_P8/s1600/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM2w9rq3tMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jC74pMEe_P8/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534274090849252546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our ship. We cruised on the Carnival Liberty! Here we are in port at Cozumel. We had a balcony room. It was so awesome eating breakfast on the balcony, watching the dolphins play off the ship, watching the clouds move in, and the stars' and moon's reflection fall onto the ocean waters. The Caribbean waters are so blue!!&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I had such a fantastic time on our cruise. He always thought that he would be restless on the ship, but there were so many things going on all times of the day. Most nights we ate in the dining room, but one night we ate at the Sushi Bar. There were two formal nights on ship, where we got to get dressed up in cocktail dress and suit. It was fun to see everyone all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;The three days we were at sea, we spent time lounging in the sun on the top deck and each of us read. One day we had a couples massage, afterwards Mike went and sat in the men's sauna, and I went and sat in the steam room. It was raining at the time, and it was fun to be inside watching the rain pelt the windows, as I sat soaking in the steam.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night it was Mardi Gras Night, and we went and did the Conga, and the cruise assistants were throwing beads.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do at nights after dinner was go sit in the Flowers Lobby, and Mike and I would dance and listen to this girl and guy sing. She had the most amazing voice!!&lt;br /&gt;We saw comedy shows, a movie on deck, which happened to be playing at midnight, played bingo, and went to see the dance productions.  It was fun to be around and meet so many people from so many different places.  We met the nicest couple from Barbados, who sat by us each night in the assigned dining room, Dawn and Harry. We became friends, and met up at Mardi Gras and the comedy show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have been home for a couple of weeks, I find myself wishing that time could go backwards, and I could be climbing the waterfall again, or having dinner in the Golden dining room with Harry and Dawn, or reading my Jodi Polcoult book on the deck.  I hope I am cruising again soon. It was awesome to just reconnect with my husband, not worry about kids, school or anything else. When people ask me my favorite thing about our trip, it is hard to name one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more pictures, check out my facebook page. I posted over 45 of them. :)&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/8351878567975771911-3058006066233949372?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3058006066233949372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=3058006066233949372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3058006066233949372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3058006066233949372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2010/10/cruisinthe-way-life-really-should-be.html' title='Cruisin.....The way life really should be!!'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TM25FwGjoeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/r1OI_QXVDiQ/s72-c/IMG_0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-669451054956817573</id><published>2010-06-28T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:09:55.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona is Grand...</title><content type='html'>Arizona has many things to offer and lately has been in the news.  We decided to show the girls one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grandest things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that our state has...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the Grand Canyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TCkMMYwD0WI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lqKMy7p7Apc/s1600/Graduation+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TCkMMYwD0WI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lqKMy7p7Apc/s320/Graduation+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931027869651298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M had been wanting to visit the Grand Canyon, especially after she learned about the history of Arizona in school this past year.  The view into the canyon is really breathtaking!! There is one part at the park, that you can pay to walk on glass over a section of the canyon and look down as if you are floating above the canyon, but it ended up costing more than I was willing to pay, so we just walked and drove along the canyon so that the children could see different views.  (Although, if you have ever been to the canyon, it pretty much looks the same, at least to me, no matter what view or sight you are at.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TCkMM87ye9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TOxeGpnVcpI/s1600/Graduation+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TCkMM87ye9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TOxeGpnVcpI/s320/Graduation+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931037582523346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TCkMNSHM5sI/AAAAAAAAAew/WDN_SzPny4M/s1600/Graduation+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TCkMNSHM5sI/AAAAAAAAAew/WDN_SzPny4M/s320/Graduation+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931043267536578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You do realize as you look over into the canyon, that it is an amazing  sight and what a miracle that wind, water and help from God can really  make some something so magnificent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-669451054956817573?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/669451054956817573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=669451054956817573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/669451054956817573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/669451054956817573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2010/06/arizona-is-grand.html' title='Arizona is Grand...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TCkMMYwD0WI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lqKMy7p7Apc/s72-c/Graduation+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-7167450881247596099</id><published>2010-06-04T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:48:57.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies when you are having.....</title><content type='html'>Braces off... Tiffany now after 4 years of orthodontic work now has a beautiful smile. Calla just got her braces on, and looks really cute. Next post, I will show the new brace face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmLwNOs0oI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vd2hL776j4Q/s1600/Graduation+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmLwNOs0oI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vd2hL776j4Q/s320/Graduation+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479064081974219394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom 2010. Tiffany was asked by JJ Holcomb to the prom. He called us and asked if she had a date and then a few minutes later came over and stuffed her truck cab full of balloons.  Inside some of the balloons were words that asked her to the prom.  The five couples all went to Carrabas Italian Restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKm6NgEjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4bzpDnIir9A/s1600/Prom+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKm6NgEjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4bzpDnIir9A/s320/Prom+2010+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479062822738465330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKmsOXbnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/bO2NmQon5rg/s1600/Prom+2010+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKmsOXbnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/bO2NmQon5rg/s320/Prom+2010+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479062818983997042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Mafia pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKmV40zvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/NWdNoGhQzFU/s1600/Prom+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKmV40zvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/NWdNoGhQzFU/s320/Prom+2010+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479062812988067570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and JJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKVqfQupI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WZ5bdOV6lx8/s1600/Prom+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKVqfQupI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WZ5bdOV6lx8/s320/Prom+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479062526460213906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany in her dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKUge7nBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Q2l18DoNGHg/s1600/Graduation+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKUge7nBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Q2l18DoNGHg/s320/Graduation+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479062506594606098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northern Arizona University Graduation.  Here I am walking into the ceremony to receive my masters degree in education. I didn't think I would be emotional  but I was. I got a little teary eyed as we were walking on.  I can't believe that my 2 years of hard work is finally over!! I graduated Summa Cum Laude getting a 4.0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKVNG7fBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WUQdQkPaWuE/s1600/Graduation+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKVNG7fBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WUQdQkPaWuE/s320/Graduation+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479062518573530130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am being hooded. This was very exciting for me! I never thought that I would want a master's degree.  I have thought of the different things that I now can do with my degree. I can teach at Junior College or Community College, something that I think I would really enjoy! With my Reading Endorsement I could exclusively teach reading in the elementary schools as a specialist.  Time will tell. For right now, I am perfectly happy teaching 1st graders how to read, write, and tell time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKUCZIjjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8BCeHcTl4bU/s1600/Graduation+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmKUCZIjjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8BCeHcTl4bU/s320/Graduation+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479062498517225010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my colleague, Maria Martinez, she teaches in my building, along with a couple other girls who have also been working on their master's degrees with me. Maria and I pushed ourselves this last semester and doubled up on classes so that we could graduate in May instead of December. It was so fun to graduate with a friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmJH2L1iGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WeyInlsVrdk/s1600/Graduation+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmJH2L1iGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WeyInlsVrdk/s320/Graduation+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479061189570168930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While doing my master's degree, I met some other teachers who became dear friends of mine, Jenny and Dawn (2nd from right and far right).  They also pushed themselves to finish early with Maria and I. We had several classes together, and would often have stress meetings in the parking lot after class.  It is so nice to be able to study, work hard, and have friends who are feeling the same stresses as you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-7167450881247596099?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7167450881247596099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=7167450881247596099' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7167450881247596099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7167450881247596099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-flies-when-you-are-having.html' title='Time flies when you are having.....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TAmLwNOs0oI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vd2hL776j4Q/s72-c/Graduation+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-3526666549119408826</id><published>2010-03-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:35:11.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things do come in 3's....</title><content type='html'>The saying is that things always come in 3's....and it's usually bad things right?  Well I have 3 good things that have happened to us recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1 Graduation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abkldesigns.com/grd4s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 233px;" src="http://abkldesigns.com/grd4s.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes! I am officially counting down the days to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;graduation.  This is the reason, I have been absent from bloggy land for the last nine weeks.  I decided that the short term sacrifice of taking 2 graduate classes together would have long term benefits; mainly not attending graduate school this summer.  Because of this, I found out recently, that I can walk on May 7th rather than wait until December.  I am very excited about getting to walk in the graduation ceremony!  It's even more fun, because I am graduating with a couple of friends who have been completing their master's degrees too.  In addition I am graduating Summa Cum Laude!  Something that I am really proud of, because I have studied so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2  Braces off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S6uXqQZjVzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rHJud_9TTsU/s1600/january+2010+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S6uXqQZjVzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rHJud_9TTsU/s320/january+2010+100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452618526074558258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T finally got her braces off after 4  LONG years! She has a beautiful smile now.  (Her sister is now starting the orthodontic process)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#3 T Got a Job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.perfecthomemadepizza.com/assets/images/bigstockphoto_Pepperoni_Pizza_Slice_2471467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.perfecthomemadepizza.com/assets/images/bigstockphoto_Pepperoni_Pizza_Slice_2471467.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T finally got a job! (isn't that sad, that I would be excited about that)  She is working part time at a make and take pizza restaurant that recently opened up near our home. She works about 15 hours a week.  She has always been good about saving, and buying things that she wants with her babysitting money. SO now she has started her college fund!  Also, now that she is driving, she realizes that driving has it's privileges and it's disadvantages.  She is contributing by putting gasoline in the truck, since she drives to high school, and likes to cart her friends to the mall.  Hopefully, she will also help with a small portion of the insurance fund, since the rates went up after her rear end collision!  (another post at another time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-3526666549119408826?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3526666549119408826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=3526666549119408826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3526666549119408826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3526666549119408826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-do-come-in-3s.html' title='Things do come in 3&apos;s....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S6uXqQZjVzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rHJud_9TTsU/s72-c/january+2010+100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-3971683520118352590</id><published>2010-01-09T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:20:29.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental Saturday...A Few of my Favorite things!</title><content type='html'>Today, I am sort of sentimental and thought I would share a few of my favorite things. I hope at the end, that you will share your favorite things on your blogs. I got this idea from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://circlecliffviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://circlecliffviews.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My most favorite thing! My best friend of 20 years: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424793048537532402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0i8iS4Wh_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/cQhVHawd51E/s200/PC260182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been my rock and support! He is an excellent cook. He cooks more than I do! He always makes me laugh. He goes to the gym with me! He has always encouraged me to try new things and I always appreciate his honest opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My 3 girls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424793052950095154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0i8ijUY5TI/AAAAAAAAAcg/db2YDqs0gSg/s200/week+end+dec+14+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All 3 of my girls, are talented, smart, and very different. My oldest is very organized, a leader, and very talented with scrapbooking and crafts. She used to play the flute. She is very laid back, and is a jeans and pony tail girl! She has beautiful penmanship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next daughter, is a talented cheerleader and dancer! She is a 4.0 student, and loves to read! (Thank-you Mr. Case, her 4th grade teacher). C is honest and straight forward. She gets that from her dad. She plays first violin in the 8th grade orchestra and loves to write stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest, the ballerina. She is starting to like reading, after many years of making her:) She is an excellent swimmer and diver! M is good at school and has made the honor roll 2 quarters in a row. She is very emotional, and sensitive to others' needs. (She gets that from her mom). She is a friend to everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love Disneyland! It truly is the happiest place on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795088096112930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0i-ZA1AsSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-AwCyRr-vSM/s200/Disneyland+2008+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else can you be goofy and unwind with your favorite people in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lake Powell my paradise in the desert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424801973881880418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0jEp0YRP2I/AAAAAAAAAdA/kbMn48bXW9Y/s200/P7150042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the down time I get at Lake Powell. I usually just sit and read a book! Here my 3 girls sitting in the sun! When we go to the lake, we ski, explore, and fish. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see previous posts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love the desert in the spring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424793061165476546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0i8jB7FqsI/AAAAAAAAAco/oh9e8etQ12k/s200/P3210011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to the desert from the Northwest 5 years ago, I thought it would be sandy, brown, and filled with cactus! Well there are cactus, but year round the desert is beautiful. My favorite time is in the spring, when the whole desert is in bloom with wild flowers. I also love the sunsets in the desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love the smell of campfire, I love sitting around the campfire relaxing and staying warm. Smores aren't to bad either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424793072093583490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0i8jqojWII/AAAAAAAAAcw/UyQENfToGLo/s200/Camping+in+Heber+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love Sonic diet coke with lime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY2xdqcRlok/SfXOKHkOPcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Myrjw7SrVz0/s320/sonic+slush.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-3971683520118352590?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3971683520118352590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=3971683520118352590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3971683520118352590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3971683520118352590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2010/01/sentimental-saturdaya-few-of-my.html' title='Sentimental Saturday...A Few of my Favorite things!'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0i8iS4Wh_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/cQhVHawd51E/s72-c/PC260182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5010875109324395607</id><published>2009-12-31T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:55:06.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Highlights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did Thanksgiving just end?? Because it seems like December was a blur! First of all an apology to anyone who reads my blog and did not get a Christmas letter or card this year. Please don't feel bad, because I didn't get the letter written....yet! It may come, it may never come! Life is just busy, as you can all relate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the first week of December....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C and M played the violin and sang with the school choir at the town Christmas tree lighting. It was nice to feel the small town spirit, even if it was in Arizona and there wasn't any snow. After the tree lighting, and the girls performance, the girls and I went to McDonalds and had dinner. (Calla's choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day, C marched in the Christmas parade with the Junior High School cheerleading squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They marched to "All I want for Christmas is You..." by Mariah Carey It was the first time in the 5 years that we have lived here, that we went to the Christmas parade. It was really fun and it made you proud to be part of our small but yet growing city!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421538596371676530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0soPzNvXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Hy6Js_Hn4DQ/s200/christmas+2009+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the Second week of December....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike had to cook for 500 for the church breakfast with Santa. I stayed home and worked on my take home final, did my report cards, and lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421533551305675954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0oCldv1LI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JB9hOZV5GII/s200/christmas+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In third week of December...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421534930975734946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0pS5IuPKI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ecg8k6Zxwrw/s200/christmas+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421534748770514194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0pISXnNRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/246J9BN-B1o/s200/christmas+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M played the cutest elf in the fourth grade musical. I had to sew her costume. Thank goodness her elf costume was easy and finals were over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the fourth week of December, came Christmas Vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421537219206054146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0rYFdWAQI/AAAAAAAAAao/m8E6CrXXfgE/s200/christmas+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M making Christmas cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421537223042084418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0rYTv7LkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/92IjcZlA9Go/s200/christmas+2009+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421537239011892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0rZPPbHOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-6GUCb3XTrU/s200/christmas+2009+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hosted Christmas Eve dinner at my house, and we had Mike's sister and my nephew, and Nana and Papa. We had the traditional clam chowder in bread bowls, and then we loaded up the car and went to see the loop of lights. After seeing the lights, we came home and read the story of Jesus from Luke, and then had baby Jesus' birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421537232980646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0rY4xdmoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Fr1D_MGzHw8/s200/christmas+2009+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the tree on Christmas morning. The girls held out until 6:30 which was pretty good. (the next day the slept in until 8:00 go figure!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was really excited this year, because Mike had suggested things he wanted for Christmas, and I got everything he suggested, and I even surprised him with a giant tool chest from Sears! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(except...I got him a larger version of the one he already had! Darn it! I thought I bought the lower section. He took it back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422533650008885746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0C1n_dhyfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rw7C3KEYKgo/s200/christmas+2009+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422533070243882146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0C1GPqx5KI/AAAAAAAAAcA/rXCmT0KYSfg/s200/christmas+2009+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Santa brought T some scrapbooking stuff. She is really crafty and talented when it comes to things like that, and maybe she will stop using my stuff:) She also got some shirts and jeans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422538386454974610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0C57sGRkJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OaJJYbb4yyk/s200/christmas+2009+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;C's list this year consisted of contacts, a cell phone, and clothes. She was a little disappointed to realize that mom and dad were serious when they said that she doesn't get a cell phone until she can drive! She did get a 3 prong curling iron, a flat iron, and clothes. (other wish list items) C is into zebra print, so Santa brought her a zebra flat iron, zebra purse, wallet and jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422533062773689538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0C1Fz1vzMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/UPKOW4FdVRc/s200/christmas+2009+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got clothes, an ipod, so that I can listen to music when I run at they gym, and jewelry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422533056875050946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0C1Fd3Zt8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/cLqsryuu_mQ/s200/christmas+2009+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;M played Santa this year, and passed the presents when it was your turn for the present. She asked Santa for a Skateboard, and DS games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422533042201108770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0C1EnM3ISI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pafo-5BJ7F8/s200/christmas+2009+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Santa gave our family a nice surprise this year, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(even one that I didn't know about). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He brought our family a Wii and a Wii fit for me! It was a really nice Christmas, and I am sad to see the season end. It's too bad that the weeks leading up to Christmas are so busy! The girls are growing up so fast and soon Mike and I will be celebrating differently, and the girls will be making their own traditions; Until then, I cherish the small things that we do to make the holidays and the birth of our Saviour so special! After the presents were opened, and the wrapping paper scattered about. We charged the Wii, Mike made breakfast for us (another tradition) and then I went back to bed! Late that afternoon we went to Mike's parents for Christmas dinner and relaxed with the family. We then came home and played bowling on the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422533052507911058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/S0C1FNmMc5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/FBUdzfq2tgE/s200/christmas+2009+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(here are the neighbor girls and C playing hulu hoop the day after Christmas)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5010875109324395607?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5010875109324395607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5010875109324395607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5010875109324395607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5010875109324395607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-month-of-december-my-crazy-life-gave.html' title='December Highlights...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Sz0soPzNvXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Hy6Js_Hn4DQ/s72-c/christmas+2009+135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4398254107157476523</id><published>2009-11-11T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:40:39.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Frolicing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrH99XdxOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Z4-gjGK2zRA/s1600-h/Utah+trip+falll+2009+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850570243261666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrH99XdxOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Z4-gjGK2zRA/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is better than playing in the leaves, especially with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; that you don't see that often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402849691784125650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrHK02fHNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gX9HqLzNg5A/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Climbing Grandpa's apple tree to help harvest the apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrHLcMvHHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/R9TdwlyEqy0/s1600-h/Utah+trip+falll+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402849702346431602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrHLcMvHHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/R9TdwlyEqy0/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402852087375789250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrJWRIC_MI/AAAAAAAAAaA/2_w4-FYLQcM/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Climbing on the shed to reach the highest branches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrHLH-BVtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lyipGAyB9pM/s1600-h/Utah+trip+falll+2009+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402849696916002514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrHLH-BVtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lyipGAyB9pM/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We took a day and visited Jensen Historical Farm in Cache Valley, Utah. Here are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; all posing on the hay. Being in the fall leaves, pumpkin patches, and cool brisk air, really had me missing the 4 seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402849705327961234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrHLnTlpJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tyY8Z5JGSfo/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids loved jumping off the tall hay bales into the straw. They were doing flips. I think this was their favorite part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(above is Calla and below is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Bailey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850943460477250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrITrtYiUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Fos34G07pWw/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850933553608130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrITGzZtcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/A2q1y2BIIqg/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all tried the slide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(above my brother Dave, below my nephew Ryan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402849711312775122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrHL9mep9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/y2AaDmeTJBE/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850557272775778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrH9NDD3GI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nqmrSMMSWR8/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all tried flinging the gourds. Sometimes it took team work, to get the pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to fly far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850560347601938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrH9YgJ_BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/iNAFdAOu4YY/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't go to the farm without seeing animals. Here Avery is riding the ponies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so fun to visit Utah and see family. The kids love seeing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;. When they are together, it is like no time has passed. They all get along so well. I just wished that there wasn't so many miles between.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-4398254107157476523?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4398254107157476523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4398254107157476523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4398254107157476523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4398254107157476523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-frolicing.html' title='Fall Frolicing.....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SvrH99XdxOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Z4-gjGK2zRA/s72-c/Utah+trip+falll+2009+106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-559778748317277279</id><published>2009-10-15T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:25:42.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brain Break or Road Trip?? Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/StdLzjjwjyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OIg5Q_mw_OQ/s1600-h/Utah+trip+falll+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392862427890093858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/StdLzjjwjyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OIg5Q_mw_OQ/s320/Utah+trip+falll+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fabulous the thing about "modified year round school" is that we get these little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brain Breaks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;every nine weeks. For our break this time we headed north to visit family and honor my dad on his retirement, it was a quick trip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 days in the car, 2 days in Utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Here are some things that we saw on the 13 hour drive....(it is hard to pass the time in the car)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392860600690359762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/StdKJMtZPdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/P9BClh7ko6U/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A view of Lake Powell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392860779601747906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/StdKTnNMX8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/DFkNPP_9TLQ/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favorite part of the trip. The Virgin River, with the red rock mountains in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392861759912249746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/StdLMrJbiZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/E_PjyuXUkfU/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;An indian hogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392862692190113682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/StdMC8Jyz5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/8NwuFaTkRJ0/s200/Utah+trip+falll+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sleeping children, somehow make the road trip even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nicer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-559778748317277279?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/559778748317277279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=559778748317277279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/559778748317277279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/559778748317277279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/10/brain-break-or-road-trip-part-1.html' title='A Brain Break or Road Trip?? Part 1'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/StdLzjjwjyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OIg5Q_mw_OQ/s72-c/Utah+trip+falll+2009+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-3233130147905199461</id><published>2009-10-06T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:48:38.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Excuses are like feet...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SstjYcXK_hI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pXSADGbVAf4/s1600-h/rex%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389510650660322834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SstjYcXK_hI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pXSADGbVAf4/s200/rex%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I orginally was going to give you a bunch of excuses of why I have fallen out of 'bloggy land.'  From tissue paper state flag projects to an 11 page research paper, or farm town and face book; I decided after catching up on all of your blogs, and quoting Rex from Toy Story,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I have guilt... "&lt;/span&gt;  Excuses are like feet they all stink!!                                                                                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have missed my bloggy friends, believe it or not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have missed a friend who has lost 50 lbs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another has lost a loved one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another has written a book, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another started student teaching, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one is on vacation in Disney, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and another had a rock thrown through her master bed room window in the middle of the night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have missed Chanelle's Thrify Thursdays and my neices and nephews running a 5k for school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I promise&lt;/span&gt; to not let time be to long before you hear from me soon. We are on fall break now, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am off to paint base boards!&lt;/span&gt; (gotta love year round school)&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/8351878567975771911-3233130147905199461?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3233130147905199461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=3233130147905199461' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3233130147905199461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3233130147905199461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuses-are-like-feet.html' title='&quot;Excuses are like feet....&quot;'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SstjYcXK_hI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pXSADGbVAf4/s72-c/rex%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-469321443514973415</id><published>2009-08-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:15:32.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HiP HiP HoORaY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three cheers for C!&lt;/span&gt; She tried out for cheerleading again this year and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;made it!!&lt;/span&gt; It was so much less stressful this year! This year the coach posted the new team on a school cheer blog. I will never forget how sad I felt and how devasted it was orginally for her, as she searched on the list for her name and number. All the while, the coaches, and some of the girls who made the team were standing there giggling and gloating. C cried herself to sleep for 2 days. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;three weeks later, we got the call from the principal that C's score card had been put in the reject pile, and they were adding her to the team! She makes such a good cheerleader. She is physically strong, and so energetic! Her first assembly is next week and the first football game is in 2 weeks. I guess, I will get out my megaphone again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sportsgist2.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/cheermom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-469321443514973415?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/469321443514973415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=469321443514973415' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/469321443514973415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/469321443514973415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/08/hip-hip-hooray_12.html' title='HiP HiP HoORaY!!'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-519667923630431686</id><published>2009-08-02T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:30:04.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July....It came in warm and went out like an Infereno!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365470813262476130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX7RvU8c2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/bHD3zQkckPU/s400/ginny+trip+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU LIVE SOME WHERE HOT, WHEN YOU CAN REALLY COOK AN EGG ON THE STREET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been so busy this month, that I am doing a post in dedication to the fun times we had with family and friends in the month of July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July started out with a camping trip to Overgard with Ty and CC, (my brother and sister-in-law) Mike Piazza and his son, my father and mother in law, and 7 dogs for the 4th of July!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365468308675691362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX4_9A7A2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/3B5bQ8zn1n8/s400/Camping+in+Heber+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is CC and I enjoying a relaxing moment by the fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365466721929891042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX3jl7PjOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/g4idQWHQ9Eg/s400/Camping+in+Heber+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The men caught crawdads and we boiled them and ate them. Here they are sucking the heads off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365466714691145554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX3jK9ZD1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/_eKzRvisrzo/s400/Camping+in+Heber+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is Mike fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365466735664050850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX3kZFuMqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/K56gBRBHmGs/s400/Camping+in+Heber+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the kids into watch the 4th of July parade in Overgard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365466726675442066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX3j3mq6ZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-9rLw4ivkC4/s400/Camping+in+Heber+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The kids had a good time riding the quads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JULY 9th - C's friend Ginny came for a visit from Arlington, Washington. We took her to the lake and she enjoyed a ride on the tube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365470808166263426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX7RcV6aoI/AAAAAAAAAWU/581ilBVrjTg/s400/ginny+trip+2009+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365470816221057170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX7R6WU0JI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Qiitk2Og38Y/s400/ginny+trip+2009+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ginny and C had a good time. They went to the Queen Creek Monsoon Madness Mud slides and came home covered in red mud! Needless to say, there underwear is no longer white:D They did pedi's, went to the movies, and had slushies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th- My brother Brent, his wife Jessica, and my neice Bailey came from Utah to visit us. I warned them of the heat, but they came and we had a fanastic time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365475157905936114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX_OoYqjvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/yGADebzB3K8/s400/July+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Bailey and M wishing that they could fill the bikinis. But don't grow up too soon girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365475152034622898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX_OSg1bbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GJnJkjP9ra4/s400/July+2009+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Day 1: I took them to Chandler Mall and the girls bought school clothes. Bailey and Maddie got matching shorts and t-shirts. After Jessica and Brent treated us to Chili's for lunch. For dinner that night, the kids stayed home and swam in the pool, and the adults wento out to all you can eat sushi. Mike and Brent tried chicken feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365475161564043810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX_O2A02iI/AAAAAAAAAXE/miZm2Oo4XXg/s400/July+2009+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365476635586642642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnYAkpLMwtI/AAAAAAAAAXU/PEqpUzGt8lQ/s400/July+2009+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365475165480479906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX_PEmk7KI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Px4G4NkkcAs/s400/July+2009+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2: We took them up to the lake and we tubed and played in the water.  We had a good time. The lake was the perfect temperture and we enjoyed a relaxing day swimming and boating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July 29th. THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? i guess if it is so hot outside, we might as well be inside learning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-519667923630431686?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/519667923630431686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=519667923630431686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/519667923630431686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/519667923630431686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/08/julyit-came-in-warm-and-went-out-like.html' title='July....It came in warm and went out like an Infereno!!'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SnX7RvU8c2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/bHD3zQkckPU/s72-c/ginny+trip+2009+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-2718470503604700600</id><published>2009-07-08T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:39:21.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My body parts are talking to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SlSupFjDejI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1Vf6vSiz0k0/s1600-h/fit101.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356097877737437746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SlSupFjDejI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1Vf6vSiz0k0/s400/fit101.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got up to run this morning at 5:00 a.m. It was already in the 90's so I crawled back into bed. Now I am having runner's remorse!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356097793282568482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SlSukK7ccSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qteS78rpKpk/s400/fit97.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If only it was this easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SlSuccW7zMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EyupuhHEJ-w/s1600-h/fit101.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SlStVWDI40I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Mm5mEJLavYk/s1600-h/fit95.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-2718470503604700600?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2718470503604700600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=2718470503604700600' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2718470503604700600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2718470503604700600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-body-parts-are-talking-to-me.html' title='My body parts are talking to me...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SlSupFjDejI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1Vf6vSiz0k0/s72-c/fit101.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-9162770073556418547</id><published>2009-06-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:35:51.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kiss my Grits"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C was invited to a really fun Murder Mystery party last weekend. She was assigned to be "Miss Jade" the hair tonic salesman. We decided to be a hair tonic salesman she needed to be "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL ABOUT THE HAIR!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My neighbor Tiffani does hair and used to do hair for the Phoenix Sun dancers and cheerleaders so she came over and did C's hair. We decided to go with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Beehive" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hair do from the 60's. Remember Flo from Mel's Diner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://armswideopen.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/flo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well, here is my C as "Miss Jade" or "Flo" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352046316751402786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkZJxMtntyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kKxzAzAyyw0/s200/lake+powell+09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352046042618284290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkZJhPfMSQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XLUTKU6Uu6E/s200/lake+powell+09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C won the prize for the best dressed and most enthusiastic, and guess what? she ended up being the murder! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; as  Flo might say "Kiss my Grits!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://armswideopen.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/flo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-9162770073556418547?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/9162770073556418547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=9162770073556418547' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/9162770073556418547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/9162770073556418547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-my-grits.html' title='&quot;Kiss my Grits&quot;'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkZJxMtntyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kKxzAzAyyw0/s72-c/lake+powell+09+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4722310943837479827</id><published>2009-06-24T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:11:30.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Heaven on Earth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJFMSbDyVI/AAAAAAAAATE/S0nCpWgjdaE/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350915384675649874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJFMSbDyVI/AAAAAAAAATE/S0nCpWgjdaE/s200/lake+powell+09+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our favorite little piece of heaven on Earth is Lake Powell. We decided to take a long week end for Father's Day and head to the lake; Mike could fish with the girls and I could study for my final&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJFAOikxVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/39H6uo8DiYk/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350915177474999634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJFAOikxVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/39H6uo8DiYk/s200/lake+powell+09+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and              read a good book. Saturday, brought rain and wind, so we decided to take the girls up to see Rainbow Bridge, since they have never seen it. The lake was a little higher this year so we docked our boat, and hiked the 2/3 of the mile up to the bridge. C and M walked all the way to bridge. (Directly under the bridge is Indian land and the children were not allowed to stand under the bridge because the land is sacred to the Indians) However, they thought is was pretty cool! On the way back to Wah-Weap Marina, we docked at Dangling Rope, and bought ice cream for the girls....A family tradition carried on from Mike's family, although, Mike and I were looking forward to the traditional bomb pop! which they unfortunately no longer sale:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Brought fishing and wind and some relaxing. M caught the first fish a small bass and then a blue gill. T caught a nice striper! I caught a nice nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJHta5mNmI/AAAAAAAAATU/K6fQI88ikJ0/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350918152910157410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJHta5mNmI/AAAAAAAAATU/K6fQI88ikJ0/s200/lake+powell+09+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJIS9fkdrI/AAAAAAAAATk/uHOeF_MoANQ/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350918797851391666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJIS9fkdrI/AAAAAAAAATk/uHOeF_MoANQ/s200/lake+powell+09+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJH-hywVeI/AAAAAAAAATc/-NPTcfwdR_M/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350918446818285026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJH-hywVeI/AAAAAAAAATc/-NPTcfwdR_M/s200/lake+powell+09+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJH-hywVeI/AAAAAAAAATc/-NPTcfwdR_M/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJH-hywVeI/AAAAAAAAATc/-NPTcfwdR_M/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some fishing and Mike not catching anything... C decided to waterski&lt;br /&gt;and the girls wanted to tube with their dad, and then we went exploring and looking for new canyons, another family favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJItwh4cCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UbB3F54yZCk/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350919258227896354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJItwh4cCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UbB3F54yZCk/s200/lake+powell+09+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJIh7OFupI/AAAAAAAAATs/-9-REka50nc/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350919054939241106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJIh7OFupI/AAAAAAAAATs/-9-REka50nc/s200/lake+powell+09+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJc3sP28I/AAAAAAAAAUM/_93tGTMWHUI/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350920067604274114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJc3sP28I/AAAAAAAAAUM/_93tGTMWHUI/s200/lake+powell+09+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJpUZig2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/5v615FZU-bM/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350920281468863330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJpUZig2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/5v615FZU-bM/s200/lake+powell+09+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday:&lt;br /&gt;We found a nice beach and the girls played in the sand, and I got stung by a scorpion. If you have not experienced this pain, I can tell you that a spinal tap for a C-Section hurt less! Here is a picture of us trying everything to help the pain stop. (We squished up an Excedrin tablet and rubbed it on the spot and I tried the urination thing that they do with sting ray bites, and let me tell you that worked!!! We finally ended our beach excurision and went to find a benadryl.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJKMZvXqDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/j7DVhrkbAYs/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350920884198025266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJKMZvXqDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/j7DVhrkbAYs/s200/lake+powell+09+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Lake Powell is not complete with out finding the perfect cliff to jump from. (Years ago, I witnessed my brother in laws and husband jump from pretty high cliffs) But.... I will not let the girls jump higher than a 2nd story house boat. In the one picture, you can see C doing a toe toucher while jumping off the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJ8mUbGqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3oaPIV4gNPI/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350920612696758946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJ8mUbGqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3oaPIV4gNPI/s200/lake+powell+09+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJPzt-ryI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TAt2h8-i7d8/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350919843199495970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJPzt-ryI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TAt2h8-i7d8/s200/lake+powell+09+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJBzfCETI/AAAAAAAAAT8/T5jT7uTHSdA/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350919602618634546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJJBzfCETI/AAAAAAAAAT8/T5jT7uTHSdA/s200/lake+powell+09+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJH-hywVeI/AAAAAAAAATc/-NPTcfwdR_M/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJH-hywVeI/AAAAAAAAATc/-NPTcfwdR_M/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+045.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJH-hywVeI/AAAAAAAAATc/-NPTcfwdR_M/s1600-h/lake+powell+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-4722310943837479827?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4722310943837479827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4722310943837479827' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4722310943837479827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4722310943837479827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-heaven-on-earth.html' title='Our Heaven on Earth...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SkJFMSbDyVI/AAAAAAAAATE/S0nCpWgjdaE/s72-c/lake+powell+09+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-2756701438347775051</id><published>2009-06-10T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:59:14.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUZZLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_0HpzAaYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yUEJITNsUBc/s1600-h/20th+anniversery+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345759695028119938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_0HpzAaYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yUEJITNsUBc/s200/20th+anniversery+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple posts back, I mentioned that M and I went garage-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saling&lt;/span&gt;. We bought this ridiculous puzzle that had 1,000 pieces. Buying from a garage sale means there is no guarantee that all the pieces are in the box, I told M; but she insisted that we buy one. So...her and I tried and spent lots of time on the puzzle. When C and T returned home from girls camp, C wanted to try putting the puzzle together. So...as the week has progressed, we continued to work on our puzzle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt;, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; to walk away from my master's homework and continue with the puzzle. Yesterday we finished the puzzle, and to my amazement every piece was in the puzzle! It's our little trophy, and it helped keep the girls entertained away from the computer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&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/8351878567975771911-2756701438347775051?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2756701438347775051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=2756701438347775051' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2756701438347775051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2756701438347775051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/06/puzzled.html' title='PUZZLED'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_0HpzAaYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yUEJITNsUBc/s72-c/20th+anniversery+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4850940240364591318</id><published>2009-06-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:51:33.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been that long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time Flies when you are having fun. M and I celebrated our 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Wedding Anniversary yesterday. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was a new bride. He called me around 9:00 and said "Hey it's official, we've now been married 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755090467935538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_v7oeT1TI/AAAAAAAAASc/k31KD2I_6EU/s200/20th+anniversery+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me in my wedding gown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755086009221906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_v7X3RQxI/AAAAAAAAASU/FPTi2oIpN20/s200/20th+anniversery+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755077591810178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_v64gZwII/AAAAAAAAASE/UGvosNImkE0/s200/20th+anniversery+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; M and on our wedding day. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the girls were laughing at my puffy bangs and M's longer hair. Infact, they were laughing at my brother David's hair and they started singing "I want my mullet back"&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755083016358978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_v7MttzEI/AAAAAAAAASM/1j7qLMS-UXI/s200/20th+anniversery+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M and I went to Hawaii for our honeymoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He surprised me with 20 long stemmed red roses, a rose for each year, and for dinner we went to the Melting Pot. The Melting Pot was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yummo&lt;/span&gt;! We were going to go somewhere exotic and far away, and romantic for our anniversary. But we have decided to wait until October and go on a cruise. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so busy with this master's class this summer, that I didn't have enough spare time. Pretty pathetic huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345757610908504498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_yOV2K0bI/AAAAAAAAASs/hHV6wJ-sras/s200/melting+pot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755072040802978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_v6j08GqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ARubQd_spSc/s200/20th+anniversery+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where has 20 years gone? Let's see...We have 3 daughter's, 2 dogs, and have lived in 5 states. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Through the years, we have laughed, cried, worried, fought, and loved. Our friendship and love is better today, than it was 20 years ago. There is the old saying: "&lt;em&gt;That love is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt;, the music only gets sweeter with time!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/8351878567975771911-4850940240364591318?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4850940240364591318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4850940240364591318' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4850940240364591318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4850940240364591318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/06/has-it-really-been-that-long.html' title='Has it really been that long?'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Si_v7oeT1TI/AAAAAAAAASc/k31KD2I_6EU/s72-c/20th+anniversery+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-2250746171184613705</id><published>2009-05-31T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:28:48.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The First Day of Summer Vacation my Day went like this...</title><content type='html'>Today was my First Official Day of Summer Vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I sleep in? No, up at 5:30 a school habit.&lt;br /&gt;Did I exercise or run my 3 miles? No, instead I got C and T up and ready and loaded for girls camp.&lt;br /&gt;Did I make them breakfast you ask? No, I helped them pour their cereal. I did help T get her sack lunch packed and ready.&lt;br /&gt;At 6:45 we loaded the neighbor girl, and my girls in the Excursion, and I drove them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart to get batteries for their flashlights, and then to the Stake Center to catch the bus and meet the group. They quickly jumped out of the truck, waving, blowing kisses, and ran to meet their friends and leaders. That left M and I sad and glad. I walked over to get a real hug and kiss good-bye. But my girls were so excited and laughing, with the other girls. I stepped back and realized they were growing up.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I hope on Wednesday, when they return, they are excited to see me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...M and I rejoiced in being together and having Mommy and Me time.  She asked after the girls were dropped off, if I would swim with her this afternoon and play in the pool with her. I thought that was so sweet that she would ask me. We  then treated ourselves to breakfast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt;' Donuts&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;em&gt; (I tried to choose healthy, knowing I will have to exercise)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After M and I went to a benefit Garage Sale for a girl that goes to Middle School with C.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Natalie  has recently been diagnosed with Cancer.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M and I found some great steals and deals at this garage sale.We bought a couple of puzzles and we are currently frustrated with a 1,000 piece puzzle. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Who knows if all of the pieces are even in the box.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I bought some Halloween decorations... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that I plan to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tweek&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to my sister-in-law, &lt;a href="http://www.abccdlund.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chanelle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; who always finds great deals and can change them into something fantastic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost bought a lady bug Halloween costume, so I could tweek it. Every year at school, we have a book parade, during Reading Week. I am always scrambling for a costume.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I thought maybe I could be the "Grouchy Lady Bug" or a friend from "Miss Spider's Tea Party"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then returned our library books, started that puzzle, went swimming together, and that night her daddy and I watched her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pirouette&lt;/span&gt; at her dance recital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-2250746171184613705?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2250746171184613705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=2250746171184613705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2250746171184613705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2250746171184613705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-first-day-of-summer-vacation-my-day.html' title='On The First Day of Summer Vacation my Day went like this...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-692845639152101510</id><published>2009-05-25T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:22:35.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; M asked this morning what Memorial Day is all about. Mike explained to her that Memorial Day is a holiday set aside for remembrance of our fallen soldiers from all of the wars that our country has ever been involved in from the Revolutionary War to the Irag War. At the moment he was telling her, I so badly wanted to transport our SUV into a space craft or a time traveling machine, so she could see things that would help her remember what this day is really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339901351727825298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Shsj_MVdgZI/AAAAAAAAARc/8KR3IZQdMHg/s200/060603-Judd-Flags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Marysville Washington Cementary. I have never seen a cemetary so decked out in flags. It always made my heart proud to drive by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339901356466787810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Shsj_d_UVeI/AAAAAAAAARk/nT-ffNSDtf0/s200/2513508.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The USS Carl Vinson, returning to port in Bremeton, Washington in 2003. I wasn't there, at the port, but I will never forget the unity of community as it pulled into port. I loved how the sailors were all standing so proud in their whites, waving to family and friends awaiting for them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339904134762063474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ShsmhL8h5nI/AAAAAAAAARs/gddNWrBa1YM/s200/omaha+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My grandpa fought under General Patton in World War II. He returned safely home to my grandma, mom, and uncle. But there were many who didn't. My heart goes out to their family and friends this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339904136324162786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ShsmhRw9pOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Wz4_chLqrYU/s200/civil+war+battle.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...And for the men who fought very early in  our country to make it what it is today, I thank you. Thank you for fighting in what you believed in, to make our country free. Every morning as my children in my class raise their hands and place it on their hearts, to Pledge to our flag, I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-692845639152101510?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/692845639152101510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=692845639152101510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/692845639152101510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/692845639152101510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-memory-of.html' title='In memory of...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/Shsj_MVdgZI/AAAAAAAAARc/8KR3IZQdMHg/s72-c/060603-Judd-Flags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5636413438767314427</id><published>2009-05-24T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:03:53.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks...a quote by Alice Cooper</title><content type='html'>Okay so, it has been a while since I posted. We are alive, healthy, and finishing out the school year. (The countdown is 3 days...of absolutely, positively...NOTHING!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had gotton out before Memorial Day this year, but the district calandar people didn't plan it that way! I guess that is okay, because now I can just sit, laugh, and play with my 1st graders, and probably cry for joy that some of them are leaving, and sadness for some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the school year ends, summer plans begin. With Arizona summer vacations being short, due to year round school, summer seems busy already...I hope there is time for rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that are on the family list to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance Recital for M&lt;br /&gt;2. Master's classes (I have 2 this summer, 2 nights a week for 8 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;3. Girl's Camp for C and T (they leave 2 days after school gets out)&lt;br /&gt;4. Painting the foyer (hopefully before family comes to visit in June)&lt;br /&gt;5. A trip to Lake Powell (God's secret if you have never seen or heard of Lake Powell, check this link out.&lt;a href="http://www.lakepowell.com/"&gt;http://www.lakepowell.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Yeah!! Family comes to visit in June&lt;br /&gt;5. Camping for the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;6. C and Mike have birthdays&lt;br /&gt;7. Boot Camp (Yes, I am signing up for Boot Camp..or have good intentions of it. If Helen on the Biggest Loser can do it, I can too!)&lt;br /&gt;8. reading a good book (not Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;9. organizing some unorganized things (mainly M's bedroom, and a couple of cupboards)&lt;br /&gt;10. some scrapbooking caught up.&lt;br /&gt;11. the upstairs started for expansion of a family room&lt;br /&gt;12. fishing for Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned&lt;em&gt;...."A goal not written is merely a wish!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5636413438767314427?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5636413438767314427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5636413438767314427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5636413438767314427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5636413438767314427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-more-pencils-no-more-books-no-more.html' title='No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher&apos;s dirty looks...a quote by Alice Cooper'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-1621813821322743218</id><published>2009-04-28T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:46:53.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your many blessings..name them one by one...</title><content type='html'>We are so fortunate to know the Lauro family. Natalie and C met during the fourth grade and were in the same school class for 2 years. The girls even went to California to Sea World for a school trip together in 5th grade. This is Natalie's story and I would like to share it with you. Her story will make you go hug your children and thank Heavenly Father for your small blessings in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pchhandprints.org/"&gt;http://www.pchhandprints.org/&lt;/a&gt;  (Click Natalie's story)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-1621813821322743218?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1621813821322743218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=1621813821322743218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1621813821322743218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1621813821322743218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/04/count-your-many-blessingsname-them-one.html' title='Count your many blessings..name them one by one...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-367389924484592714</id><published>2009-04-27T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:24:23.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16 and Prom....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CD came over and re-asked T out to the prom last Monday in a creative way. The fun part was, that it was her 16th birthday and so it made it a little extra special. She found this fun note on her door, and then she had to pop the balloons with a rose that he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZuxIG-_9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Fi1jHO3VdsU/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329568999308984274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZuxIG-_9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Fi1jHO3VdsU/s200/all+about+tiffy+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZvadP9mwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aht74W-7PHU/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329569709358422786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZvadP9mwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aht74W-7PHU/s200/all+about+tiffy+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZvIL_MbAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2v-YXLvEHdo/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329569395487042562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZvIL_MbAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2v-YXLvEHdo/s200/all+about+tiffy+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;The question was hidden in a balloon somewhere other than her bedroom. So she went on a scavenger hunt throughout the house and finally found the magic balloon.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZwNaDyS3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/3lW77cAa5_Y/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329570584675371890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZwNaDyS3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/3lW77cAa5_Y/s200/all+about+tiffy+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She answered back by making a cake and putting a big yes on the top of the cake. She dropped the cake off at his house when he wasn't home, so he found her cake in the refrigerator when he was scrounging for some snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For T's Sweet 16 party, we had a bunch of her friends over and they played games, swam, we BBQd, and then they went dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally broke down and bought T a cell phone. We decided now that she is driving, it would be important to have a phone. (call us old fashioned for not getting a phone sooner but really she had no social life before now:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZxpHkn0bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6hdYgny9H5E/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329572160260788658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZxpHkn0bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6hdYgny9H5E/s200/all+about+tiffy+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZx5tcq2bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YtwuWmoSMzA/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329572445305887154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZx5tcq2bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YtwuWmoSMzA/s200/all+about+tiffy+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina doing hair for the dance, cake and ice cream, and the new phone!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329572671047647410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZyG2ZswLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DbObxxaCLl0/s200/all+about+tiffy+055.JPG" border="0" /&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well Saturday was the prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This was T's very first date, and it was her prom date's first date. It made it sort of special for both of them, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the funny thing, is neither one of them can drive quite yet, so CD's mom drove them to the prom. Cd's mom came in and took more pictures than me! I wonder if she blogs too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T was very excited and all day she prepared for the dance. She went and got her nails, toenails, and her eyebrows waxed. We did her hair and make up, and we frantically ran to the hair salon and Wal-mart looking for cute clips and or babies breath to put in her hair at the last minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329573824182147650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZzJ-KY2kI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PxgztfUFr8s/s200/all+about+tiffy+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZzTrXnsdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G4Twy8DMM-M/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329573990936064466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZzTrXnsdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G4Twy8DMM-M/s200/all+about+tiffy+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair turned out nice! We did a half up do, and put rhinestone barrettes to hold some of the curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZ0OAl-YMI/AAAAAAAAARU/813kGoMrbco/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574993065828546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZ0OAl-YMI/AAAAAAAAARU/813kGoMrbco/s200/all+about+tiffy+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZzh3RqZpI/AAAAAAAAARE/of1OHCAkAPY/s1600-h/all+about+tiffy+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574234650470034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZzh3RqZpI/AAAAAAAAARE/of1OHCAkAPY/s200/all+about+tiffy+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her dress. She chose a tea length dress, and her shoes were silver with rhinestones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is her date. C said after they left, that                      he looked   a lot like Troy Bolton. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had a great time at the dance, was home by midnight and didn't turn into a pumpkin.&lt;/p&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/8351878567975771911-367389924484592714?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/367389924484592714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=367389924484592714' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/367389924484592714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/367389924484592714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-16-and-prom.html' title='Sweet 16 and Prom....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SfZuxIG-_9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Fi1jHO3VdsU/s72-c/all+about+tiffy+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-571258093906436354</id><published>2009-04-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:12:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We found the dress, we found the shoes...Prom will soon be through!</title><content type='html'>Today T and I had a fun day shopping for her prom dress! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I do have to admit though, I was worried that it would be frustrating to find a modest, well priced dress, in the midst of a very wordly, strapless, skimpy, designer world!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I was wrong!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;T googled modest dresses in Arizona, and found a place in Mesa that sells them. We went to the store, and the selection was slim, but the woman sells them from her home too. I gave her a call and she graciously invited us over without an appointment, and the day before Easter to boot! She has a bedroom in her home that she uses as a dressing room, and she had racks and a huge closet full of the most beautiful formals.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Everyone of her formals are modest, and at the most reasonable prices.) &lt;/span&gt;She kept handing T more and more choices.  It was so fun!! T would swirl around in the 3 way mirror, and smile or shake her head. T  finally decided on a tea length, teal green formal. After dress shopping, we went to Cafe Rio for lunch, and then went shoe shopping. T found some really cute, strappy heels at the Nordstrom Rack, and then we headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought that we would be gone all day, and that we would come home empty handed, and a little bummed! I am so happy that we found that fabulous dress shop called &lt;em&gt;'A Dressy Occassion' I hope someday, wedding dress shopping is as easy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-571258093906436354?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/571258093906436354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=571258093906436354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/571258093906436354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/571258093906436354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-found-dress-we-found-shoesprom-will.html' title='We found the dress, we found the shoes...Prom will soon be through!'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-8261397571904592264</id><published>2009-04-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:28:26.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES, I have finally reached bliss in the bedroom!! Hey this isn't X RATED! WHO DO YOU THINK I AM???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is what I am talking about......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322168963602799362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SdwkeW4nWwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JlCyLRSjVsw/s200/heirloom-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our New Mattress! &lt;/span&gt;(although, that is not my bedroom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We finally broke down and bought us a new mattress. We tried this mattress out, but the price tag was way out of our price range. So we had decided on a Sealy, when we went back to buy the Sealy, the Heirloom Mattress was on sale!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR HALF OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They were clearing out the floor models. This bed is so comfortable....and for all of you people going &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GREEN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This mattress is made of soy and latex, so in 10 years when I am out shopping for a new mattress, I can be rest assured that my mattress will biodegrade just fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLEEP TIGHT... &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/8351878567975771911-8261397571904592264?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8261397571904592264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=8261397571904592264' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/8261397571904592264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/8261397571904592264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedroom-bliss.html' title='Bedroom Bliss'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SdwkeW4nWwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JlCyLRSjVsw/s72-c/heirloom-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4987173339130888793</id><published>2009-03-21T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:29:47.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the mountains and through the snow to grandmas house we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Know you are on the down hill stretch when you pull into Provo, Utah! Our trip started on Friday the 13th. We left our home at 5:00 am so we could beat the morning rush hour of Phoenix, and pulled into Provo about 12 hours later! It was a fun day in the car, although long, the drive up US 89 from Kanab is so pretty. I just love the small towns along the Virgin River. From Provo, I still had a 2 hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672139208522130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUPpZ_2-ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/oyQqVfszRKQ/s200/spring+break+09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; We went shopping in Layton, We went to Tai Pan Trading, and the Quilted Bear in Ogden. Some guy was handing out samples for Charlies deli as we were leaving the mall, the samples were so yummy! We decided to eat in the mall and skip the Olive Garden. It was so fun shopping with my sister, sister-in-laws, niece, and mom. We don't get to do the girl shopping thing together very often. M had the most fun!! In Arizona, she has mostly boy cousins her age, and hanging out with my niece B, meant so much to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUR8k1OsGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HIm9qx4yPKk/s1600-h/spring+break+09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674667557498978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUR8k1OsGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HIm9qx4yPKk/s200/spring+break+09+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315678784909669922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUVsPKe9iI/AAAAAAAAAPM/b7bm-Oszuvk/s200/spring+break+09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is M, C, and B (my niece) posing with the mannequins at Dillards. The girls were trying on prom dresses and being silly. I think the sales clerks were glad to see us leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672864263073458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUQTnCVbrI/AAAAAAAAANk/BR80LGH02JQ/s200/spring+break+09+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are leaving the mall with all of our shopping bags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; Going to Grandma's house, means that Aunt Sheri also comes to visit. Sheri loves doing hair, and giving the girls facials. Sheri did M's hair before Sunday dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674931013252210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUSL6R-dHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nYIAhMF0fbo/s200/spring+break+09+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672999821944994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUQbgCFqKI/AAAAAAAAANs/YUIhqbAGrgc/s200/spring+break+09+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sunday Dinner, all of the nieces and nephews went outside and had a huge snowball fight. (with what snow there was left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315676214065587138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUTWmBfY8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/x7ZhMLKVLjU/s200/spring+break+09+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURzpQqzSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PdlQ6XJABrw/s1600-h/spring+break+09+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674514127506722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURzpQqzSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PdlQ6XJABrw/s200/spring+break+09+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday relaxing time: Here are my 2 brothers and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673169738477570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUQlZBWMAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/LMQ8lbEUP60/s200/spring+break+09+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673384055896690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUQx3amenI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jXrodsOAIw8/s200/spring+break+09+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my sister, 2 brothers and my mom and dad. My 2 sister-in-laws, Chanelle and Jessica, were taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: &lt;/strong&gt;I drove to Logan. Logan is a very special place to me, my friends in high school and I used to cruise main, and hang out in Logan. I went to Utah State in Logan. But the reason it the most special to me is that is where our first home was when I got married 20 years ago. I drove by our very first home, and showed the girls where their daddy and I used to live. The house was built in the 1940's. During the summer it was extremely hot and the winters it was really cold. The house wasn't insulated very well. I used to love sitting out on the front porch in the autumn and do my homework. The kitchen was huge, and their was the cutest fireplace inside the living room. The house when we lived in it, had the original brass, antique light fixtures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURd7IJgYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qNoWljLFewo/s1600-h/spring+break+09+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674140966486402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURd7IJgYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qNoWljLFewo/s200/spring+break+09+134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother and sister-in-law invited the girls over for a sleep-over on Sunday. The girls had so much fun hot tubing and playing in the snow at their house. They bungee jumped their stuffed animals and went sliding down the stairs in the sleeping bags. For lunch, they took us to Cafe Rio for the best Mexican food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673607443941410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUQ-3mdiCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lNplUW8h18E/s200/spring+break+09+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After lunch on Monday, Chanelle took us to this very fun park to play in the snow. The park is named Ryan's Park, in honor of a 2 year old boy who fell off a house boat at Lake Powell 2 years ago and drowned. Ryan used to love to play at the park, so his parents and the community came together to build a park in memory of him. The funny thing is, I went to high school with the little boys dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURWrNIVDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ydcke0cxxNs/s1600-h/spring+break+09+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674016433329202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURWrNIVDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ydcke0cxxNs/s200/spring+break+09+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURMtZBi6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/K9TAuGeQA70/s1600-h/spring+break+09+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673845221395362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURMtZBi6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/K9TAuGeQA70/s200/spring+break+09+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; We went to see my grandpa who is 89 years old. He is in pretty good health, and it was fun to visit him. My mom treated the girls to lunch at Chuck-a-Rama. The girls and my niece had wanted to eat at Golden Corral on Saturday, and Chuck a Rama is a close second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; On the long trip home, I stopped in St. George to see my friend Tonya. Tonya and I have been good friends since our days living in Washington State together. She used to watch M and C, while I subbed one day a week. We also became scrap book buddies, and she started my passion for scrapbooking. (Which I am now 4 years behind) We used to get together and scrapbook all day, neglecting dinner, laundry, and housework. We would plug in the Veggie Tales or some other movie and scrapbook, while our poor children rotted their brains. It was a good visit, although, my children were restless, and slightly annoying! Next time I visit I am leaving my children in the car! From St. George, we headed home. We pulled into our drive way at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674321618895634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScURocHCgxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Dy16MjIdkTk/s200/spring+break+09+150.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our Spring Break trip was so much fun! I am back to cooking dinners, laundry, and grocery shopping. School starts Monday:( and it is back to my masters class and grading papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-4987173339130888793?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4987173339130888793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4987173339130888793' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4987173339130888793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4987173339130888793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/03/over-mountains-and-through-snow-to.html' title='Over the mountains and through the snow to grandmas house we go!'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/ScUPpZ_2-ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/oyQqVfszRKQ/s72-c/spring+break+09+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5344722132517380872</id><published>2009-03-09T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:50:44.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Okay....So, today was the day! It was D day! We started by all going to the "D"entist. (check an earlier post for the details) We all had our cavities filled, and the girls got sealants, and lucky me, got to have 1 cavity filled twice, because there was an air bubble behind the new filling. So he drilled out the new filling and refilled it! Calla was "D"isapointed when her one filling was so huge that it turned into a root canal! That will be filled on Thursday, and she will get to travel to Utah on wonderful "D"rugs! Wish I could take some! But I don't think I can drive legally and do codeine.(May take the edge off of my 12hour plus drive by myself with the girls:D) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then went to the Day Spa and had my nails filled, the original plan was to take all of the girls for Pedi's but after forking out a huge amount of money to the new dentist, we decided to do our Pedi's at home. (Mike is in Denver this week) and so we it made for a chick night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311398443085748354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SbXgvjSwWII/AAAAAAAAAMo/2sn5TWqCK24/s200/pedi+party+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our "d"elicious dinner of frozen entries, we all gathered around to do our pedis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311399593253101698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SbXhygABYII/AAAAAAAAANA/PbKbI9kNf4k/s200/frozen+dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We filled up the tub, and scrubbed our feet. It was fun! but not as fun as a real Pedi, at the salon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was cheaper and I will now have some extra spending money to spend shopping in Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311398600348636146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SbXg4tJJk_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3OVuvGEKTpU/s200/pedi+party+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311398709046281922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SbXg_CEsBsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pyKA7ZBxgc4/s200/pedi+party+004.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5344722132517380872?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5344722132517380872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5344722132517380872' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5344722132517380872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5344722132517380872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-day.html' title='D Day...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SbXgvjSwWII/AAAAAAAAAMo/2sn5TWqCK24/s72-c/pedi+party+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-6786140627149199825</id><published>2009-02-20T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:50:58.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My award</title><content type='html'>I got my first blog award! I am so excited! I haven't been a blogger for very long and Susan over at Adventures of a Minivan Mom, gave me my first award. I met her through SITS. I follow her blog and she follows mine. I think if we lived near each other, we probably would take our kids to the park or have lunch once in awhile. I have really enjoyed meeting people through SITS, its a great blogging community, that links people from all over the world. Stop in and say hello at SITS someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog or post.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nominate:&lt;br /&gt;Tonya (who got me started in blogging)&lt;br /&gt;Chanelle&lt;br /&gt;Jessica L.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica A.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Tiffy&lt;br /&gt;Noelle&lt;br /&gt;Brenda&lt;br /&gt;Agnes&lt;br /&gt;Naomi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-6786140627149199825?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6786140627149199825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=6786140627149199825' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/6786140627149199825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/6786140627149199825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-award.html' title='My award'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-600957404511428437</id><published>2009-02-18T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:45:52.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough...Get flossing!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Abby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a very good mommy.  A few years back, I faithfully took my 3 toothy, grinned, girls to the dentist every 6 months. My dentist was a member of our church, and he was very thorough! Infact, I often complained of his high prices, and his pro-activeness to tooth decay! Well, we moved 3 years ago to a new state, and it that entailed finding a new dentist, doctor, you know the whole works of moving to a new place. A co-worker told me that her dad was a dentist. Hooray!! So I made cleaning appointments for my girls. He was a grandpa, very conservative, had shag carpet throughout his office, and his office was very inconvientant from my house. It was a 45 minute drive and his last appointment was 3:30, making it very difficult to schedule that appointment when school dismissed at 3:00. So, I scheduled appointments during summer vacations and holidays. Well as time went on, I became less enthusiased about driving 45 minutes for a cleaning. Just recently our little town has had a growth spurt, and several new stores, doctors offices, and dentist office are now opening. I scheduled a cleaning with a new dentist just 3 blocks from my house, how convienent, and his office was very up to date with technology, and no shag carpet! Well now I am wondering if the 45 minute ride is worth the money because yesterday was our cleanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: Braces coming off soon, needs 2 sealants, and NO CAVITIES!!! HOORAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: Needs braces, needs a root canal from a poor filling from done by grandpa dentist with the shag carpet, and has 2 cavities.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 3: 6 Cavities, and was overheard by her mommy telling Mr. New Dentist, that her mommy never showed her how to floss or brush her teeth! WRONG!! WHO IS THE ONE THAT REMINDS HER TO BRUSH AS SHE IS RUNNING TO THE CAR IN THE MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: 6 cavities, (surprised because last summer I had none from Mr. Shag carpet, conservative Dentist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Thankful for dental insurance, but the nice receptionist informs me of my part of the payment $708.00, and that only is part of daughter #3 and my trip to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please advice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destraught by Dentists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-600957404511428437?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/600957404511428437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=600957404511428437' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/600957404511428437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/600957404511428437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-going-gets-toughget-flossing.html' title='When the going gets tough...Get flossing!!'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-2879858889594160620</id><published>2009-02-08T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:47:47.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.seattlepi.nwsource.com/thebigblog/library/Jason_Mesnick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.seattlepi.nwsource.com/thebigblog/library/Jason_Mesnick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be a Reality TV junkie. I watched Survivor, many, many seasons of it, The Great Amazing Race, The Bachelor and the Bachelorette, and my life and conversations of revolved around these shows. It was the conversation at lunch on Friday who was outed on Survivor. A friend and I wanted to apply to the Great Amazing Race, it was our way to see the world and let our husbands have a taste of what mommy hood is all about! My husband finally asked me, "Why do you watch a shows, where you are rewarded to lie, cheat, and have no integrity to win a million dollars?" He suggested to me to get a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I now have a pretty busy life, and now I have no time to watch TV at all. Well I do a have a couple of favorites, Criminal Minds is top, but last summer I started watching The Bachelorette again, and I got hooked on who DeAnna was going to pick. (For those who don't watch this show, DeAnna was a previous Bachelorette that wasn't chosen by Brad in the season earlier) I only watched a couple of those episodes and I didn't care much for DeAnna then:) Well last summer, they had this cute guy from Seattle who is divorced and has this darling son named Ty. I really thought that he had DeAnna had a connection, and I was so mad that she let him get down on his knee at the season finale and get ready to propose, and then she had him stop in mid-sentence to tell him that she chose the other guy. Well this season, Jason is the Bachelor and I am so hooked again!! We are down to the home town dates on Monday, and from the previews it looks interesting! My favorite Molly, has to have complete support from her family, if they don't like him then they won't embrace Jason in their lives! My second favorite choice is Melissa, and her family will not meet Jason on the air; to much publicity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I now need a reality check! Between my master's class and tutoring, all I do is school. This stupid reality show has become my down time. Go figure!! Good thing that the Bachelor season is almost over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-2879858889594160620?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2879858889594160620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=2879858889594160620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2879858889594160620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2879858889594160620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-1510770370314018473</id><published>2009-01-24T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:58:01.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Maddie turns 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXuoe7aP0YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8iuFYmTw_AU/s1600-h/maddie%27s+9th+birthday+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295011036201472386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXuoe7aP0YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8iuFYmTw_AU/s200/maddie%27s+9th+birthday+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295018452265206930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXuvOmZoBJI/AAAAAAAAALA/UvvkrmB7Bq0/s200/maddie%27s+9th+birthday+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maddie turned on 9 on January 19th, I cannot believe that it has been 9 years. When she was born it was the year of babies in our family. All 3 of my sister-in-laws had babies, along with my sister. Bailey came first, then Jack, next was Ryan, then Maddie, and then Harry. It was fun being pregnant with everyone. She was the last of my babies! I think if I would have known that she was going to be my last, I may have held her longer, rocked her more, and took her to the park for play group more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was a whopping 8 lbs 8oz. and unlike her sisters, I was at last a SAHM when she was born. Since her birth, she has lived in 3 states and attended 2 elementary schools. She is smart, loves to hang with her dad in the duck blind or field, she takes ballet, loves to swim, ride her bike, and play with her friends. She is very creative when it comes to writing and she loves to write stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She plans on having a party with friends next weekend. We are taking all of her friends to see "Hotel for Dogs." She did get to share her birthday with her friend Cheyenne who is one hour older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures of her from the past. I don't have a scanner, so I can't post her baby pictures, and it's only been a few years, that I have taken pictures digitally:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295019674442971618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXuwVvXgueI/AAAAAAAAALI/BhEBYczNL8A/s200/July+2008+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer 2008 making fishy faces in the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295026685422933410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXu2t1TZFaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/21Ex2fofNoM/s200/P2080105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddie's baptism dress. Jan. 19th 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295016042725678962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXutCWKon3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/AX5ZekXS_s0/s200/P9230002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shooting pigeons off the roof with dad. (Before church)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295019679320391714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXuwWBiYQCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/umSJUNId31o/s200/P5170068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring dance costume 2008&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295019684440134002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXuwWUnBUXI/AAAAAAAAALY/3A46RaXT0vM/s200/P7160060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Fishing at Lake Powell 2007. Age 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295025932879438738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXu2CB3Co5I/AAAAAAAAALw/Xf6YBYTUcfg/s200/IMG_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Maddie and her friends for her 6th birthday at the beauty college having make-overs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295026803615047874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXu20tmloMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dvY_JAx8kxk/s200/calla+%26+madison+on+boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crabbing in Puget Sound. Age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295023213031087298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXuzjtoqXMI/AAAAAAAAALo/1oxYrlXaVMs/s200/Madison+w-bird.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Holding a canary at Hogle Zoo. July 2004. 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295016054326363122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXutDBYdA_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/OntbKSNoEmc/s200/Madison+1st+day+school.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of Preschool. Age 4. Arlington, Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295016034849786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXutB404CfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dF6OT4A96To/s200/Madison3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Age 3. Feeding the ducks near our home in Arlington, Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295016040757223106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXutCO1UXsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aGgBfpStvNI/s200/Madison+duck+call.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blowing her dad's duck call. Age 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-1510770370314018473?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1510770370314018473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=1510770370314018473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1510770370314018473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1510770370314018473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-maddie-turns-9.html' title='My Maddie turns 9'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SXuoe7aP0YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8iuFYmTw_AU/s72-c/maddie%27s+9th+birthday+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4868166330571796349</id><published>2009-01-07T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:57:33.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I get the MOM of the YEAR AWARD??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SWU9gFv4_tI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R9-_d8ScN6A/s1600-h/P1020186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288700958924668626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SWU9gFv4_tI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R9-_d8ScN6A/s200/P1020186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, we went quading with Noelle and Steve and their family. It was fun to hang out and ride the quads and watch the children ride the quads. We also roasted hot-dogs in the desert. Little R (my nephew) looked so cute on his quad with his helmet. He was oblivious to any danger and would follow the older children up and down the trails. Infact, when it was time to get ready to load the quads, we noticed that little R, who is 4, had ridden off into the sunset all by himself. We found him a few moments after we realized he was missing, but it was a little scary to think that darkness was only moments away, and the Arizona desert gets really cold fast!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288702535986121746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SWU-74wpDBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Vt4c8YOu4yo/s200/P1020189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We started a fire and the children on their quads, decided to ride back and forth through the flames!! (With a little encouragement from Uncle Steve and Mike) I wondered if this was safe, but I was soon out voted as the children continued to ride through the fire! Little R would stop and look at the flames, to see if his tires were catching on fire. I am sure that people consider flame jumping dangerous on motorcycles, but these kids rode back and forth right over the fire. The only one a little nervous was C. It was kind of funny! My nephew H would reve up the quad just as he would ride over the flames, and the flames would jump a little, and would increase in size. Finally the flames died, and so did the fun, as it was time to load the quads to go home. (Moments later is when we realize little R had driven off into the sunset)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288703629008989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SWU_7glma5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IOCU-BTsarA/s200/P1020188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-4868166330571796349?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4868166330571796349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4868166330571796349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4868166330571796349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4868166330571796349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-i-get-mom-of-year-award.html' title='Will I get the MOM of the YEAR AWARD??'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SWU9gFv4_tI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R9-_d8ScN6A/s72-c/P1020186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-3853680935850016750</id><published>2009-01-04T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:31:13.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As the 2008 ended, and I carefully packed away the ornaments from the tree (Notice, the girls can't wait to help decorate the tree, but when it's time to take it down, they are no where to be found, which is okay I guess) I found myself a little sad that the season had come to a close and a new year beginning. This year, as I packed away the ornaments, I found myself thinking that T will be leaving in a few years, and will be out on her own. How different the house will be without her. (She is already looking at colleges and she is only 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year means a new start, new goals, and dreams...the end means I am getting older, succeeded in some things and failed at others. We recently saw the movie "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" if you haven't seen this movie, it is a must!!! It runs about 3 hours, but is so good. After leaving the theatre, the movie made me think about my life, my goals, and dreams. You see Benjamin in the movie is born as an old man and his life goes in reverse. What have I accomplished in life? What am I proud of most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I always wanted to get married and I am going on 20 years this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I always wanted to be a mother and I am a proud mom of 3 darling girls. I sometimes wish that I could of had a son. Some day I will have three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I got an education and I am currently working towards a Masters Degree. Something I really didn't want a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I have a nice home, a husband with a secure job, and smart children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I currently have good health, and continue to exercise and try to eat right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I teach school and continue to touch the minds of young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I continue to be faithful at church and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike always asks me what I want to do in the future, what are my goals? I still hope to travel more someday, have grandchildren, and retire in comfort. The future to me still is a blank map. Does anyone else ever think the same thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the smallest person can change the world. The Lord of the Rings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-3853680935850016750?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3853680935850016750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=3853680935850016750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3853680935850016750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3853680935850016750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-1621801140937853131</id><published>2009-01-02T19:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:45:47.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I asked for it...</title><content type='html'>As I have said before, I really miss snow, and I was hoping for a White Christmas. It rarely happens in the Valley of the Sun. The last time it snowed in Phoenix was December 2004 (North Phoenix, up in Cave Creek in the hills). My friend said she remembers snow in Mesa, in 1999, but it didn't stick to the ground. A couple days before Christmas, and on Christmas we got rain in the valley - which translates to the white powdery stuff in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SV7b_yl4O6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QwzZMSJ0o84/s1600-h/christmas+2008+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286904901538429858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SV7b_yl4O6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QwzZMSJ0o84/s200/christmas+2008+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of it snowing just north of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The day after Christmas, we took the girls up to the Rim to go sledding. It was great to feel the cold air and see the beautiful white stuff. While we were sledding, it started to snow some more. We played in the snow for about 3 hours. The snow idea must of been on everybody's mind from the valley because the place was packed! Hundred's of people came out to play in the snow, until the fun police showed up. The highway was so packed with cars, that the snowplow couldn't plow, so the sheriff came and made us all leave. We were a little bummed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286905921136918978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SV7c7I5GgcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pAuniHZmcxk/s200/PC260181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286906064696948194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SV7dDfseteI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DslFP_sWLjY/s200/PC260182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Above is the girls at the top of the hill ready to sled and Mike at the bottom after he came down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-1621801140937853131?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1621801140937853131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=1621801140937853131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1621801140937853131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1621801140937853131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-i-asked-for-it_02.html' title='Well I asked for it...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SV7b_yl4O6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QwzZMSJ0o84/s72-c/christmas+2008+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5578240019231087667</id><published>2009-01-02T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:25:48.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I asked for it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5578240019231087667?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5578240019231087667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5578240019231087667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5578240019231087667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5578240019231087667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-i-asked-for-it.html' title='Well I asked for it...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-2302248434320452159</id><published>2008-12-29T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:24:41.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas hours after Christmas....</title><content type='html'>Twas hours after Christmas and all through the house,&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom go back to bed and the girls are quiet as a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;With the tree, presents no longer adorn, but the crumnpled up paper is stacked by the door! The shopping and preparations are gone in a dash, but smiles on faces are shown with a flash. Christmas is gone for another year, But memories will last and are held real dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVkj_P8DuTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1uaKM7pQx-0/s1600-h/christmas+2008+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVkj_P8DuTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1uaKM7pQx-0/s200/christmas+2008+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285295207213152562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Tree after Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVkkdKuwX-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ksM6_8APF8U/s1600-h/christmas+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVkkdKuwX-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ksM6_8APF8U/s200/christmas+2008+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285295721211256802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M with her DS that Santa brought her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVkk17sHxoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vwyFsFNAMWA/s1600-h/christmas+2008+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVkk17sHxoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vwyFsFNAMWA/s200/christmas+2008+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285296146670405250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T with her Aeropostal Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVlNm6suUZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TC0EFgTIPTk/s1600-h/christmas+2008+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVlNm6suUZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TC0EFgTIPTk/s200/christmas+2008+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285340968683196818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C with some of her treasures. She asked for clothes too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVklN_khN9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/vxwBPXawAFs/s1600-h/christmas+2008+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVklN_khN9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/vxwBPXawAFs/s200/christmas+2008+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285296560029120466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wrapping paper piled by the door!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-2302248434320452159?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2302248434320452159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=2302248434320452159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2302248434320452159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/2302248434320452159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-hours-after-christmas.html' title='Twas hours after Christmas....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SVkj_P8DuTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1uaKM7pQx-0/s72-c/christmas+2008+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4080935812351718446</id><published>2008-12-20T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:37:36.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Christmas are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Christmas is Modern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourchristmassayaboutyouquiz/xmas.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wish for the New Year is more happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, Christmas is a spiritual holiday. You can't separate it from your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are patient when it comes to Christmas. You don't celebrate too early, and you don't like seeing holiday decorations in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like Christmas traditions, but you're not uptight about them. You do things your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to celebrate Christmas your own way, and you don't like to have to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy Christmas more than anyone you know. Some might call it an obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give a big during the holidays but nowhere near as much as you'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourchristmassayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Christmas Say About You?&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/8351878567975771911-4080935812351718446?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4080935812351718446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4080935812351718446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4080935812351718446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4080935812351718446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-kind-of-christmas-are-you.html' title='What kind of Christmas are you?'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-7835661655658495028</id><published>2008-12-20T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:50:01.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?</title><content type='html'>*This was a tag from Susan, my friend from SITS. I was also tagged by Tonya, and I will do hers in a couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://breedlove5.blogspot.com/2008/12/egg-nog-or-hot-chocolate.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Egg nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like eggnog, but not the calories it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A little of both. Santa will place large items under the tree unwrapped, but the others are wrapped. I love big fancy bows, and pretty wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Colored lights or white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;White lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usually I get the decorating done the Saturday after Thanksgiving, along with the tree decorated, and Mike usually puts the lights on the house too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Favorite holiday dish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yams and I love peppermint iceream, although, I could eat it in a huge dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Favorite childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas at Grandma Johnsons. She has been on my mind alot lately, and I miss her waffle cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. When/how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fourth grade, and after that Christmas just wasn't as fun anymore, until I got married and had children. I tell my own children that if they stop believing, then Santa stops visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, unless it is from Nana. She will sometimes give the girls pajamas and then we let them open the gift up, so they can wear their new Christmas jamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. How do you decorate the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mike sets up the tree. Since moving to Arizona, we have an artificial tree. The white lights are already on it, so Mike just puts the thing together. I put the gingerbread men on, the bows, berries, pinecones, and the girls put on the candy canes, and all of the red bulbs, along with their hallmark treasures from Grammy (Mike's grandma) and then Mike puts on the big bow on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. Snow. Love it or dread it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss the snow. We love to ski, and sled. I would love a white Christmas! I do not miss driving in it, or spring never coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes. Another thing I miss about Cache Valley. Ice skating at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Probably a kitchen that Santa brought me when I was 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14. What is the most important thing about the holidays to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;celebrating Jesus' birth, and teaching the girls that Christmas is about giving, not receiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;15. Favorite holiday dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peppermint icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. Favorite Christmas Tradition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We always have clam chowder in bread bowls, along with Ceasar salad on Christmas Eve. We then have a birthday cake for baby Jesus. For Christmas morning, we all take turns opening presents, that way Christmas lasts a little longer, and we enjoy each other. AND THEN THIS IS THE BEST PART...MIKE MAKES A HUGE CHRISTMAS BREAKFAST AND CLEANS IT UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a big bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;18. Do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Both - I love to find that perfect that you know someone will love, and it is fun to receive a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;19. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really like that song "Mary Did You Know?" by Kenny Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;20. Candy canes. Yum or yuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hang the things on the tree, but I don't really eat alot of them. I do like those soft peppermint ones. Infact I got a peppermint burn on the roof of my mouth from eating to many the other day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;21. What do you want for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A white Christmas, to see my family in Utah, and go skiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;22. Do you attend an annual Christmas party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have missed the last 2 years of the annual facutly party. Other things going on. (Dance recitals etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;23. Do you dress up for Christmas Eve or wear P.J.'s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We wear jeans, and sweaters. We try to be dressy casual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;24. Do you own a Santa hat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I wore it to school yesterday, and I was the only teacher with a hat on:( The girls wear the hat on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;25. Who do you normally spend Christmas with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We usually spend it with family. We do our own Christmas morning at our home. Then in the afternoon we go to Mike's parents home and hang out. We usually don't do a big Christmas dinner. We usually do rolled ham, turkey, and roastbeef with rolls, salads, and junk food. Christmas Day should be relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm just going to leave this open to anyone who wants to play along....I know Tonya just finished a HUGE tag week, it would be fun to hear how everyone else does Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-7835661655658495028?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7835661655658495028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=7835661655658495028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7835661655658495028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7835661655658495028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/12/egg-nog-or-hot-chocolate.html' title='Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-8079244426938516778</id><published>2008-12-16T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:02:39.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend journal of pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280383191843791042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUewiUvK4MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5gk-AHMF6hQ/s200/week+end+dec+14+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Our weekend started with M having her December Winter Ballet concert. This is her 5th year of dance and she is in the intermediate ballet class. She did very well, and is the youngest in her class. She is 9 and everyone else is 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUewiJXKDYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qbU-KgjMQaA/s1600-h/week+end+dec+14+2008+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280383188790283650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUewiJXKDYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qbU-KgjMQaA/s200/week+end+dec+14+2008+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, came a Saturday of crafting. The girls and I made at least 12 of these metallic bulletin boards with magnets. We bought a scrap of 12 by 10 sheet of metal from Home Depot. We then covered them with cute scrapbook paper, and added a bow. We slightly bent the bottom of the sheet of metal so that the bulletin board can stand freely. The magnets are those clear plastic rocks that you put in fish tanks and we hot glued a magnet on the back it. They turned out darling, and they weren't that expensive to make. Great friend gifts and teacher gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.normand.org/kirby/beanie/goldie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, came my treasure. This is Goldie! 10 years ago, I refused to pay the $100.00 that ebay wanted for him. I was collecting Beanies back then, along with my mom and sister. I know that Beanies come a dime a dozen now. I payed 50 cents for him out of a vending machine at the pizza restaurant.  He even has his plastic hang tag. My husband wants to sell all of my Beanies to a vender now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUewhmmNMiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lMU1L2_lVlo/s1600-h/week+end+dec+14+2008+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280383179458163234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUewhmmNMiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lMU1L2_lVlo/s200/week+end+dec+14+2008+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to see Christmas lights. This is the next Criswold's house. After we came home watched a Santa movie and had hot chocolate.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-8079244426938516778?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8079244426938516778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=8079244426938516778' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/8079244426938516778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/8079244426938516778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-weekend-journal-of-pictures.html' title='Our weekend journal of pictures...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUewiUvK4MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5gk-AHMF6hQ/s72-c/week+end+dec+14+2008+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5221101191255451106</id><published>2008-12-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:44:50.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how Sweet it is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUPl0J-eHEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GdWRk1cXKvs/s1600-h/oranges+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279315872402250818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUPl0J-eHEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GdWRk1cXKvs/s200/oranges+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years Ago...Before we moved to Arizona, we would come visit for Christmas, and you could smell the orange blossoms. I just loved that smell. Anyways, last year Costco had a whole bunch of fruit trees on sale, and I bought three of them for our yard, thinking that it would be years before we actually got fruit from our little trees. Well, I was wrong. Our little orange trees are producing fruit, the yard smells sweet, and they taste yummy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279316462842985346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUPmWhigu4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/sBK1NoqoXxQ/s200/oranges+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5221101191255451106?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5221101191255451106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5221101191255451106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5221101191255451106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5221101191255451106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-how-sweet-it-is.html' title='Oh how Sweet it is....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SUPl0J-eHEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GdWRk1cXKvs/s72-c/oranges+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-7741616133731071226</id><published>2008-11-28T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:55:16.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Black Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Business/ap_shopping2_071123_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px" alt="" src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Business/ap_shopping2_071123_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay...Some of you may call me crazy, but shopping on Black Friday has become a tradition at our home. It all started a few years back, when my friend Tonya and I got up early, and stood in the freezing cold in Marysville, Washington at Wal-mart to buy gameboys for a screaming price. I remember the line was forever long, and past the garden center when we got in line. After we drove to Everett to Toys R Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last 3 years, my oldest daughter and I venture out into the dark to shop. Three years ago she wanted a digital camera and that was the main shopping item. Since then she looks forward to fighting crowds, freezing cold, and impatient shoppers to find a few Christmas wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was no different. We woke up at 2:30 am and we were at Kohls in line by 3:10. The doors opened at 4:00 and I was through checking out by 4:20. The girl in front of us, said that Kohls' lines can be long, so T went and stood in line at Target for us. Our new shopping friends from the Kohls' line joined us, and we all stood in line until Target opened at 6:00. We were right in the front of the line. T and I were through with Target by 6:20. (T and I split up in Target, that way, we were guarnateed some of our wish list items.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were home by 6:30, and getting the other girls up so we could all go to IHOP for breakfast. After stuffing our faces with pancakes, we headed to Kmart, where we lucked out, and then off to Michaels and then then the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got everything we wanted but the lite brite from Kmart, and I think I will head to Walmart to price match it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-7741616133731071226?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7741616133731071226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=7741616133731071226' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7741616133731071226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7741616133731071226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/11/traditional-black-friday.html' title='Traditional Black Friday....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5806288045865428360</id><published>2008-11-27T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:34:34.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crewsnest.vispa.com/tgivingusatop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.crewsnest.vispa.com/tgivingusatop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;My first graders have been learning about the Pilgrims and all of the trials that they endured from the time they left England until that first harvest. As we completed our unit this week, I asked each of my students what they were thankful for most, and I was so surprised that most of them said they were thankful for family, friends, school, and pets. One little girl, said that she wouldn't have wanted to be a Pilgrim because the children had to work to hard, and if she had to be a Pilgrim, she would rather be a Pilgrim boy vs. a girl, because the girls in her opinion, had to do more work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I have asked my own family to list the things they are greatful for this season. As the Christmas lists are beginning to form, I reminded my children that we have a million things to be thankful for and what more could we really want or need. I mean we can always make wish lists, I have my own, and I am heading out into the rain for the traditional Black Friday Sales tomorrow with my daughter; to fulfill wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Here is the Gratitude lists condensed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;M- thankful for his home, wife, children, security of a good job, and hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;J- I am thankful for my husband and children, friends, a home, my freedom, my faith, insurance, my education, and my health that lets me laugh with my girls, look at sunsets, and run in the desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;T- thankful for family, Molly and Sage (our labs), school, our house, electricity, a nice warm bed, indoor plumbing, her contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C-thankful for family, freedom, the military, clothes, her friends, i-pod, Dr. Pepper, cheerleading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M- thankful for her house, her family, her 3rd grade teacher, dogs, flowers, dancing, birthdays, P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rimary, shoes, webkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5806288045865428360?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5806288045865428360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5806288045865428360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5806288045865428360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5806288045865428360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5015708308054175930</id><published>2008-11-10T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:16:01.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last the Big Game!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SRjvo3lp7gI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XVT6QjKey2w/s1600-h/callas+first+cheer+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267223249605488130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SRjvo3lp7gI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XVT6QjKey2w/s320/callas+first+cheer+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267213019828819522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SRjmVas1lkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rGfC2yVUdYQ/s320/callas+first+cheer+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the First Basketball Game of the Season for the Wildcats! Calla was so thrilled to finally cheer, she's been waiting forever for this day to come. I think there were more cheer moms there supporting their girls than actual basketball fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SRjmIpniIeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xSi8P3jQBK8/s1600-h/callas+first+cheer+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267212800494805474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SRjmIpniIeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xSi8P3jQBK8/s320/callas+first+cheer+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Calla is a flyer and gets to stunt! I hope these 7th grade girls don't drop my girl on her bootie!! She loves stunting and being tossed up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDCATS WON! 34-6&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5015708308054175930?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5015708308054175930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5015708308054175930' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5015708308054175930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5015708308054175930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-last-big-game.html' title='At last the Big Game!!'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SRjvo3lp7gI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XVT6QjKey2w/s72-c/callas+first+cheer+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4185019973956958090</id><published>2008-11-06T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:51:13.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly what is a boogie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.longcatgraphics.com/Art/Germs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.longcatgraphics.com/Art/Germs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...Something is going around my classroom, and now I have it! I scrub the desks, wipe the sink, and sanitize my hands to the point that I am now the lotion bottle's best friend! Exactly how do you prevent yourself from catching what is going around? Can you over sanitize?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, this little boy in my class said "Mrs. B, can I hold your hand?" as we walk down the hall to lunch. Usually, I will hold his hand, because he walks much better. But on Monday...I said, "Have you picked your nose today? (which he does constantly) and he says "uh, huh", "Nope, you can hold Kiley's hand." She said "NO! I don't want his snot on me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO...Now that it is finally cooling down, I guess it's Boogie time. (I thought germs didn't like the cold)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-4185019973956958090?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4185019973956958090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4185019973956958090' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4185019973956958090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4185019973956958090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/11/exactly-what-is-boogie.html' title='Exactly what is a boogie?'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-8125585465679282548</id><published>2008-10-25T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:28:58.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip back in time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261211175597988898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SQOTsGnVXCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GW5glgDZUe0/s200/yearbook6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here I am in 1996. Friends and Seinfeild were the top shows. We had just re-elected President Clinton, and I was scared to death of what would happen in our country. Calla was just a baby, and we had just bought our first home in Elko, Nevada. Grunge was popular, and millions of us went to see the Titantic!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261211143594870450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SQOTqPZMhrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5d7V-6A0CEo/s200/yearbook5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my favorite hair style of all times!! My husband now refers to it as bat wings and poof bangs. I loved BIG HAIR!! I wish it would come back in style. The year is 1990. I had just celebrated my first anniversary and the favorite movie was Pretty Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261211185586232130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SQOTsr0t20I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w-uYJp3DH2o/s200/yearbookphoto4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am back in high school, 2 years before I graduated in 1986. The year was 1984, and I just got my driver's license. I was rockin' to Billy Squire and Van Halen and I was hauling all of my friends around in my parent's '74 Galaxy Ford. I remember it was brown. I was working hard at the Bear's Den on school nights and weekends, saving for college. Jake Ryan was my biggest heart throb! I wanted to celebrate my 16th birthday with him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261211139371959938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SQOTp_qYBoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qBd_gNrd7M0/s200/myYearbookPhoto3" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; Here I am back in 1974. I loved my skinny jeans, mini skirts, and so wanted to date Greg Brady!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261210758191701938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SQOTTzp637I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ld6pEUva_fA/s200/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The year is 1966. My Go-go boots were so groovy! I loved the Beach Boys! And my itsy-bitsy-tiny wienie, yellow polka dot bikini!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261211142300933954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SQOTqKksn0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/t825brl4pHE/s200/myYearbookPhoto+2" border="0" /&gt;And...here is what I would of have looked like back in 1950. My mom was only 4 so, I guess this is what my grandma would of have looked like. Although, I have seen pictures of my grandma back then, and she was so beautiful. A little bit of Mayberry life may have been nice!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-8125585465679282548?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8125585465679282548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=8125585465679282548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/8125585465679282548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/8125585465679282548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-back-in-time.html' title='A trip back in time....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SQOTsGnVXCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GW5glgDZUe0/s72-c/yearbook6' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-6648295549074435762</id><published>2008-10-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:04:38.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Place for a Million Dreams....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoYbEMkpGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qeh_E1SSW-M/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+PA080001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258542368170484834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoYbEMkpGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qeh_E1SSW-M/s200/Copy+(2)+of+PA080001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, Fall break has ended, and it's back to school and a routine again! We spent a fabulous, fun, filled four days in California at Disneyland and Knotts Berry Farm (Knott so Scary Farm). Maddie was tall enough this year to enjoy all of the rides that her older sister love, except she really dislikes the "Tower of Terror" and she didn't care for "California &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoYn5OP2aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8baHS3M_1fs/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA090108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258542588563020194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoYn5OP2aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8baHS3M_1fs/s200/Copy+of+PA090108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Screamin." Infact, she was in tears when we climbed on, and the attendant made her get off. Here is the picture of her after she got finally decided to ride the coaster. Although, she didn't ride it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPogSeAe-nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yig-SFMCcik/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA080040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258551016573303410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPogSeAe-nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yig-SFMCcik/s200/Copy+of+PA080040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were chosen by a Dream Team member and we got to ride in the wheel house of Tom Sawyer! We were hoping for the unlimited Fast Pass prize, but this was one of the highlights of the trip! It was fun to hear some of the secrets behind Disney, and the girls and I got to toot the whistle, and horn. The ship is guided by someone other than the people in the wheel house, but it was fun spinning the big wheel anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoaMxTSppI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qna8xXhwn2Q/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA090061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258544321603479186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoaMxTSppI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qna8xXhwn2Q/s200/Copy+of+PA090061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the girls with Cruela D. She was so hillarious! She gets to be cranky on the job for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoh0af0bqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2HYv_8JDXWs/s1600-h/Copy+of+Disneyland+2008+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258552699258171042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoh0af0bqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2HYv_8JDXWs/s200/Copy+of+Disneyland+2008+088.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;Here are the girls and I standing with our Toy Story 3-D glasses. The line was long for the ride, but the wait was so worth it! It was one of the best rides! For the ride, you get to ride through the toys, and shoot at them like a shooting range, everything is 3-D. So much fun!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPocRsP80xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CDTZvnKMU0g/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA090072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258546605169890066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPocRsP80xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CDTZvnKMU0g/s200/Copy+of+PA090072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding Nemo! Another fantastic ride with a very long line. But the girls were mesmorized by the underwater computer graphics and figures. It is so weird, that they can take a ride that was 20,000 leagues under the sea and turn it into something so neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPodG6LW4cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/10EjPolGoYw/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA090089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258547519441789378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPodG6LW4cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/10EjPolGoYw/s200/Copy+of+PA090089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Calla, Maddie, and Mike on Grizzly rapids. We all got soaked, but it was so hot that day, that a little water just made the day more bearable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoeE7XwRiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D-hnFQGUdBs/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA090105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258548584914109986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoeE7XwRiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D-hnFQGUdBs/s200/Copy+of+PA090105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Calla loves rollarcoasters! She rode them all day long. When we went to Knotts Berry Farm on Friday, there were no lines, and she jumped on and off all of the coasters one right after another. After doing 12 loopy loopy loops in row, she finally decided to call it quits for a while. Tiff and I like coasters, but I can only do a couple in a row, then I start feeling queezy. I guess I am getting old! Mike rides the coasters with Calla, but the day at Knotts he had the flu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoe8nrBWwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/a6NQKAjinZs/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA090082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549541698886402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoe8nrBWwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/a6NQKAjinZs/s200/Copy+of+PA090082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mr. Incredible with Mr. Incredible. They almost look the same size!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPogsLquMbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sarpH2njF_4/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA110163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258551458326786482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPogsLquMbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sarpH2njF_4/s200/Copy+of+PA110163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie loves Minnie! We ran over to Toon Town to meet Mickey and Minnie, since that is about the best place to find them in the park! We waited quite a while for Mickey to show up at his house, but it was so cute inside and Maddie and a fun time playing in his house. The other girls felt that Toon Town was a little to babyish for them, so they along with Mike, ran to ride Splash Mountain, and get fast passes for other rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that vacation is over, and we are all back to school, and my new master's class has started! I just wish that the Magic could last a little longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoa32wMHhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1vqZfLS0nL0/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA090082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-6648295549074435762?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6648295549074435762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=6648295549074435762' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/6648295549074435762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/6648295549074435762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/place-for-million-dreams.html' title='The Place for a Million Dreams....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SPoYbEMkpGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qeh_E1SSW-M/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+PA080001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-7901946886290059741</id><published>2008-10-06T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:19:52.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOpy2XZg9qI/AAAAAAAAADE/gF3D_KDx8O0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254138193600640674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOpy2XZg9qI/AAAAAAAAADE/gF3D_KDx8O0/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend from St. George has saved all of her tags up, and tagged me on this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 weird things about me...(Do I only have to think of 7?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am a Utah State Aggie, but not a true Aggie. To be a true Aggie, you had to be kissed on the A on a full moon. (I think that was how it went) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I was 25 when I got my first cavatity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am constantly making sure there isn't anything in my teeth! (I am really OCD, see #4 and #6). Until last year, my teeth were discolored due to flouride in our water when I was young. Being a teacher, my students, and some parents used to say things, about the color of my teeth. I was teased as a child too. So, I have been very self conscious about my teeth. Last year, I paid to get veneers on my teeth. The veneers straightened them, made them a nicer shape, and made them all &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white!&lt;/span&gt; Now, I have pretty teeth, and I just worry occassionally if there is a pepper flake in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am extremely organized!! Everything in my house must have a place! I have to have things tidy, and beds made, before we leave for school in the morning, nothing bums me out more after school than seeing cereal bowls still in the sink or better yet, cereal stuck to the sink for hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I collect witches! I got my first witch from my mother-in-law the first year I was married to Mike. We give each other witches, as gifts, she now has quite a collection too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I have an earwax fettish! I cannot stand earwax glopping out of my kids ears. I am always checking to see if they have gobs of earwax that needs a good Q-Tip! I have been tempted at school to pick at a child's ear, but don't think that is appropriate:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. At 40, I still think Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth! I love that place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TAG JESSICA, NOELLE, TIFFANY, SARAH....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-7901946886290059741?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7901946886290059741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=7901946886290059741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7901946886290059741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/7901946886290059741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOpy2XZg9qI/AAAAAAAAADE/gF3D_KDx8O0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-1932490618514342052</id><published>2008-10-02T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:31:32.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAG YOU'RE IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two names you go by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. mom&lt;br /&gt;2. teacher&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Khaki shorts(how nice it's Oct. 2nd)&lt;br /&gt;2. cream shade shirt&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite things&lt;br /&gt;1. my husband&lt;br /&gt;2. my girls&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want very badly at the moment&lt;br /&gt;1. my microwave fixed&lt;br /&gt;2. no mortgage payment☺&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite pets you have/had&lt;br /&gt;1. Sam (our 14 year-old lab)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dumb and Dumber (our black lab rescue, and Sage our other yellow lab)&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to my master's class&lt;br /&gt;2. Went out to dinner/drinks with the girls from my masters class&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. a granola bar&lt;br /&gt;2. cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Last two people you talked to&lt;br /&gt;1. Mike (on the phone, he's in Denver)&lt;br /&gt;2 Tiffany (she got home from babysitting all day)&lt;br /&gt;Two things you plan on doing today&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch the Palin/Biden standoff&lt;br /&gt;2. Take Calla to the Dentist, library&lt;br /&gt;Two longest trips taken in the last five years:&lt;br /&gt;1. Alaska&lt;br /&gt;2. A trip to Lake Powell for a week&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1. Halloween&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. Diet Coke with lime&lt;br /&gt;2. Dannon flavored Berry Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG CHANELLE, JESSICA, AND TONYA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-1932490618514342052?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1932490618514342052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=1932490618514342052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1932490618514342052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1932490618514342052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-youre-it-two-names-you-go-by-1.html' title=''/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-3895549627351476719</id><published>2008-10-01T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:34:06.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOP4WUqjONI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FCjdmKTCtos/s1600-h/cannig+pears+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252314652832118994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOP4WUqjONI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FCjdmKTCtos/s400/cannig+pears+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Monday, Tiffany and I got up at 5:30 a.m. to can our Utah pears. With it being still 105 in Arizona, we had to start early so the kitchen would not be 105:) We finished by 9:30 and had 18 quarts canned. I felt pretty accomplished and I have 18 little trophies:) The girls loved it when we canned pears last time, and made a couple of the quarts green. So...we have 1 green jar for St. Patties day. (If they last long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the nice space above my stove?? The mircrowave broke, and the scary Sears man came today and ordered the part. Needless to say, we won't have a microwave until Oct. 13th!!!! URGH!!! Thank-goodness we will be in California next week at Disneyland &amp;amp; I won't need to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOP4LM5MzrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oK4UZXnPiIk/s1600-h/cannig+pears+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252314461767519922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOP4LM5MzrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oK4UZXnPiIk/s400/cannig+pears+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOP3_jmHuhI/AAAAAAAAACs/HhKxlLzt6KM/s1600-h/cannig+pears+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252314261703080466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOP3_jmHuhI/AAAAAAAAACs/HhKxlLzt6KM/s400/cannig+pears+002.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-3895549627351476719?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3895549627351476719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=3895549627351476719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3895549627351476719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3895549627351476719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can.html' title='I can...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOP4WUqjONI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FCjdmKTCtos/s72-c/cannig+pears+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4892453405911317163</id><published>2008-09-29T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:37:58.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't have anything nice to say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOGdE6AVSqI/AAAAAAAAACU/cCMXBn6_ZFY/s1600-h/59410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251651348106398370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOGdE6AVSqI/AAAAAAAAACU/cCMXBn6_ZFY/s400/59410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; ROCKS!! I am so tired of the press trying to find something to dig up about her so she looks like a drip. I wish the press would remember that golden rule-If you don't have anything nice to say... I think Palin is the most straightforward, got her act together candidate that we have had in a LONG TIME!! The only reason they try to dig up crap on her, is because they can't find any fault with her, and the press knows that she is salt.  Even Bill Clinton has been noted for saying good things about her. I watched a short clip on Fox News with Elizabeth from the View, and she had the best things to say about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could remember all of the things she said, because she said exactly how I feel about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&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/8351878567975771911-4892453405911317163?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4892453405911317163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4892453405911317163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4892453405911317163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4892453405911317163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-dont-have-anything-nice-to-say.html' title='If you don&apos;t have anything nice to say....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SOGdE6AVSqI/AAAAAAAAACU/cCMXBn6_ZFY/s72-c/59410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-1835648157144889810</id><published>2008-09-23T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:31:38.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slacker? I think not....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmUKnYCUtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/r4gmWYG7yUA/s1600-h/study+time+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249389750766424786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmUKnYCUtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/r4gmWYG7yUA/s320/study+time+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacker... Yes, but I have been busy! A couple of weeks ago Mike took me to Pei Wei. My fortune said "Don't give up; the beginning is always the hardest." Well I am finishing up my first grad class. It was a 6 week class, and I really loved it! NOW...I am stressed. I have power point presentation next week, a pamplet due, and a 5 page APA style report to write. Do you know how loooonnng it has been since I have written a report, let alone an APA style. WHAT THE BEEP is APA? So I am trying to get ahead of schedule and work on my report. Sunday after church I spread myself out all over Mike's office and began to write that report! I am almost done with it, I hope I have cited my references right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other good news to share:) Calla ended up making the cheer team after all. Her principal called us last week and they were going over the score sheets so they could add some new girls to the team. Calla should have actually made the team to begin with they just misplaced her score sheet and it was set in the reject pile! She is very excited about the team. She just wished she would had her name on the original "YOU ARE A WINNER" list. Anyway, better late than never I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmUK8ZmQ9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vHM1KOmkAjI/s1600-h/study+time+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmUK8ZmQ9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vHM1KOmkAjI/s1600-h/study+time+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249389756410119122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmUK8ZmQ9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vHM1KOmkAjI/s320/study+time+007.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmUK8ZmQ9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vHM1KOmkAjI/s1600-h/study+time+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-1835648157144889810?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1835648157144889810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=1835648157144889810' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1835648157144889810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1835648157144889810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/09/slacker-i-think-not.html' title='slacker? I think not....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmUKnYCUtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/r4gmWYG7yUA/s72-c/study+time+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-4249724434851307205</id><published>2008-09-01T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:31:10.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We waited and waited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmYMVxjkUI/AAAAAAAAACE/wChyb8_YTE0/s1600-h/mike%27s+birthday,waterskiing%40roosevalt+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249394178447872322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmYMVxjkUI/AAAAAAAAACE/wChyb8_YTE0/s400/mike%27s+birthday,waterskiing%40roosevalt+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we've waited all season...and Labor Day is here! Most places it is the last bang for summer!Thank-heavens the weather in Arizona is beautiful until October and we can go to the lake until then. Mike gutted our ski boat in May and redid all of the carpet, vinyl, and redesigned the inside of the boat. Our older boat is now a new boat! Well, we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;our boat back this week, and couldn't wait to take out to the lake. &lt;/span&gt;We drove to Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday and had a fun time tubing and boating. Calla, Tiffany and Maddie love being pulled behind the boat on the "stratosphere." The wind kicked up making some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; waves and the girls went flying. Unfortunately, Calla landed wrong in the water and bruised her arm (we thought she might have broken her wrist) so we left the lake, and hurried home. Thank-goodness her arm was fine! Can't wait until next week. Hope you all had a fun weekend too!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SLx9S8p8kfI/AAAAAAAAABs/fwtfL-khh_M/s1600-h/mike%27s+birthday,waterskiing%40roosevalt+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241201830825595378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SLx9S8p8kfI/AAAAAAAAABs/fwtfL-khh_M/s200/mike%27s+birthday,waterskiing%40roosevalt+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-4249724434851307205?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4249724434851307205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=4249724434851307205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4249724434851307205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/4249724434851307205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-waited-and-waited.html' title='We waited and waited...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SNmYMVxjkUI/AAAAAAAAACE/wChyb8_YTE0/s72-c/mike%27s+birthday,waterskiing%40roosevalt+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-1806159384162413783</id><published>2008-08-18T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:51:07.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Gals have all the luck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.aquabluediving.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/webassets/scuba-diving-introduction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.aquabluediving.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/webassets/scuba-diving-introduction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we won some this weekend and we lost some:(&lt;br /&gt;1.Calla tried out for cheer and was a fantastic candidate! She landed her back-handspring, and did a front walk over, unfortunately, she wasn't chosen to be on the cheer team. It was very sad. I can't describe how I felt as she stood at the door, where they posted the winning girls' numbers. We watched as Calla searched for her name, and then walked back to the car. She said "I can't find my number, I must of not made it." So I jumped out of the car, as some girls, who made the squad watched us, along with the coaches. I ran over and double checked the list. Sure enough, her friend made it, but she didn't. I could feel her disappointment. She cried herself to sleep, and I did too.&lt;br /&gt;2.Saturday, Calla, Tiff, and I went to the new Sport Chalet, and did a free underwater scuba class. Calla and Tiff were naturals, and on the bottom of the pool within minutes. Me, I am a little claustrophobic, and it took me 45 minutes to finally stay on the stairs sitting down in 5ft of water with my head underwater. Finally, the last 10 minutes or so, I walked on the bottom of the 12 foot pool, I still was a little nervous, but I ended up liking my experience. I truly thought for a few minutes I might suck the whole tank down, and cry at the same time. Mike and I want to go to Belize next spring, and we want to scuba if we go. I am going to have to get used to the underwater thing!&lt;br /&gt;3.While at Sport Chalet, I won a youth size BMX bike. It's red, and great for a boy! Which I don't have. So I think I might put it on Craig's list. Even if I make $30.00, I am ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-1806159384162413783?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1806159384162413783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=1806159384162413783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1806159384162413783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/1806159384162413783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-gals-have-all-luck.html' title='Some Gals have all the luck...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-559944655356846265</id><published>2008-08-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:46:53.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How safe is school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.qcusd.org/QCMS/Assests/msp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.qcusd.org/QCMS/Assests/msp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we are in the second week of school. On Wednesday, a boy brought a 9mm handgun to Calla's Middle School and was showing his friend how to load and unload it. The young man, brought the gun to school to take care of a boy who was "&lt;em&gt;picking on him." &lt;/em&gt;A teacher on duty, saw the young man with the gun, and called the principal, and authorities. THANK HEAVENS that a teacher was aware of what was going on in his/her classroom. I can't imagine the horrible things that could have happened. The boy was arrested and taken into custody. His parents are here in our country illegally, along with his brother. They are going to be deported back to Mexico. Which is causing major debate in our area! Send him back, I say. I just finished reading the book&lt;em&gt; "Nineteen Minutes" by Jodi Picoult &lt;/em&gt;and it's a story about a school shooting. Since Columbine, most schools now require teachers, and students to wear I.D. badges. While reading the book, I often wondered if the I.D. badges were for safety, or to identify the dead after a school shooting. Great read, if you want a good book! if you want to see the full story from the news and watch a video clip, click on &lt;a href="http://www.abc15.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=0450ce2d-8f53-49d8-a65f-1938692db1f4"&gt;www.abc15.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=0450ce2d-8f53-49d8-a65f-1938692db1f4&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/8351878567975771911-559944655356846265?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/559944655356846265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=559944655356846265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/559944655356846265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/559944655356846265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-safe-is-school.html' title='How safe is school?'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-8517190771986487135</id><published>2008-07-30T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:34:22.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Dayz, School Dayz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SJBsa5-RuDI/AAAAAAAAABU/csDzFxD2tdo/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School+2008+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228798376871573554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SJBsa5-RuDI/AAAAAAAAABU/csDzFxD2tdo/s200/First+Day+of+School+2008+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we started school on Monday, July 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I can't believe summer is over. Tiffany is now a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; in high school. She is practicing driving with her dad, because she gets her permit in October. Be glad you all live far away...Sorry to my neighborhood friends...Stay off the curb!! Tiffany loves her classes, except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;, and we are doing a schedule change today. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; teacher teaches in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; and T doesn't understand a thing he says. One year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;, last year, didn't give her enough understanding to comprehend all of the lessons taught in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. Maddie is in 3rd grade and loves her teacher, Mrs. Horst. She is making new friends. Her classroom is right around the corner from mine. Calla loves 7th grade. She is trying out for cheer. Every night she is practicing her splits, kicks, and flips. I will be glad when tryouts are over! Calla's favorite class is science. She says "Mrs. Berry is the bomb!" They have already been in the science lab twice this week, and it's only Wednesday! I teach 1st grade again this year. My class seems to be a good one! I have several children that can already read!! YEAH! That will give me more time to help focus those who can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-8517190771986487135?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8517190771986487135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=8517190771986487135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/8517190771986487135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/8517190771986487135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-dayz-school-dayzgood-old-golden.html' title='School Dayz, School Dayz...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SJBsa5-RuDI/AAAAAAAAABU/csDzFxD2tdo/s72-c/First+Day+of+School+2008+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-5506338743765020400</id><published>2008-07-27T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:01:43.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! What do you do in the summertime....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj3mfu9tI/AAAAAAAAAA4/w9T6sbfP47Y/s1600-h/July+2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227733443092084434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj3mfu9tI/AAAAAAAAAA4/w9T6sbfP47Y/s200/July+2008+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it's 107 outside? Do you play outside because it is hot? Do you play with your friends and ride a bike? NOT. Do you swim in a pool to keep yourself cool? Is that what you do? So do I. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj33ikk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/S45b4gbjiQc/s1600-h/July+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the pool is more like a warm bath in July...The girls, Maddie's friend, and my nephews; enjoyed the last week before school starts by jumping off of the trampoline and into the deep end. The pool has been the best investment ever!!! Although it will take years to pay off, my kids get up in the morning and swim all day. It's the best babysitter! All of the neighbor kids come here to play and swim. We often spend our family home evenings playing Marco Polo. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj33ikk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/S45b4gbjiQc/s1600-h/July+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj4bO2n8I/AAAAAAAAABI/k8SBUCE78aU/s1600-h/July+2008+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227733457248362434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj4bO2n8I/AAAAAAAAABI/k8SBUCE78aU/s200/July+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj33ikk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/S45b4gbjiQc/s1600-h/July+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj33ikk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/S45b4gbjiQc/s1600-h/July+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj33ikk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/S45b4gbjiQc/s1600-h/July+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227733447667389266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj33ikk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/S45b4gbjiQc/s200/July+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj33ikk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/S45b4gbjiQc/s1600-h/July+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-5506338743765020400?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5506338743765020400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=5506338743765020400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5506338743765020400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/5506338743765020400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime.html' title='Oh! What do you do in the summertime....'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1x84DrjjarM/SIyj3mfu9tI/AAAAAAAAAA4/w9T6sbfP47Y/s72-c/July+2008+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351878567975771911.post-3477490959224400887</id><published>2008-07-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:07:27.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Stays in Vegas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/nevada/las-vegas/images/s/las-vegas-shows-phantom-of-the-opera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/nevada/las-vegas/images/s/las-vegas-shows-phantom-of-the-opera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike had to go to Vegas for business a couple of weeks ago. He invited me to go and arranged for his mom to come and watch the girls at our house. (Even though she lives 25 minutes from here) I was excited to get out of town! and maybe enjoy a little bit cooler temperatures. He told me to pack something nice to wear for one night. I was all excited thinking that maybe he bought tickets to Cher or Bette Midler, who I would love to see in concert. I wasn't even thinking Phantom for some dumb reason. Anyway, he bought us 8th row tickets in the center. It was so fantastic!! When the chandelier fell, it landed on the lady's head 2 rows behind us. We felt the heat from the fireworks and smoke. I really enjoyed the show. Shopping at Ceasers Palace was fun too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351878567975771911-3477490959224400887?l=just5ofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3477490959224400887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8351878567975771911&amp;postID=3477490959224400887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3477490959224400887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351878567975771911/posts/default/3477490959224400887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just5ofus.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-stays-in-vegas.html' title='What Stays in Vegas...'/><author><name>just the five of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04290911350364673046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1x84DrjjarM/TOBhrBklczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kraLGOz4Kfg/S220/IMG_0719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
