<?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-9121613410028628835</id><updated>2011-09-05T10:16:58.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrice Blessed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-1856194241556179549</id><published>2011-02-11T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T06:37:57.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YW Lesson:  Our Purpose in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seriously, these are 4X6.  Why are they showing up like this?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln9QCO5NxoE/TVVJmjqrZkI/AAAAAAAABm4/maDCvKbGhPI/s1600/ho-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln9QCO5NxoE/TVVJmjqrZkI/AAAAAAAABm4/maDCvKbGhPI/s400/ho-004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572441040698959426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-1856194241556179549?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1856194241556179549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1856194241556179549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/yw-lesson-our-purpose-in-life.html' title='YW Lesson:  Our Purpose in Life'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln9QCO5NxoE/TVVJmjqrZkI/AAAAAAAABm4/maDCvKbGhPI/s72-c/ho-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7676606906050209413</id><published>2011-02-11T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T05:48:45.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YW hand out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Each week I try to provide a handout to go with my Young Women's lesson. Here is the handout I created for lesson #6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is formatted to print 4X6.  It does look funny right here, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVbO6vLi4pQ/TVU9EXu3wPI/AAAAAAAABmw/Xhx-x5I2gGI/s1600/ho-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVbO6vLi4pQ/TVU9EXu3wPI/AAAAAAAABmw/Xhx-x5I2gGI/s400/ho-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572427259240235250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7676606906050209413?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7676606906050209413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7676606906050209413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/yw-hand-out.html' title='YW hand out'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVbO6vLi4pQ/TVU9EXu3wPI/AAAAAAAABmw/Xhx-x5I2gGI/s72-c/ho-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6121302151295224790</id><published>2011-02-11T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T05:42:15.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>News flash:  I am behind in blogging my photography posts.  Please try to act surprised.  We are having some snow days and life is a little crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6121302151295224790?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6121302151295224790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6121302151295224790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/news-flash-i-am-behind-in-blogging-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3665840871932939415</id><published>2011-02-07T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:08:34.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven:  Generations</title><content type='html'>I had to slightly cheat on this assignment.  Ok.  Full out cheat.  We were to take pictures of generations.  I decided just to select a few pictures from Christmas and edit those.  I feel abundantly blessed to have the family that I do.  I wish we lived closer to them.  But, at this time it is not possible.  So, we cherish the moments we do have together.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a Christmas ornament with the name of my mom and her two sisters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4sQsXMRI/AAAAAAAABmg/vaoxMZqd9uQ/s1600/P1040057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4sQsXMRI/AAAAAAAABmg/vaoxMZqd9uQ/s400/P1040057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571718759545516306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Matthew and my dad making a hand rail.  I love how they are both so deep in thought in this picture.  These two were born to be in each other lives!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4sPRRTPI/AAAAAAAABmY/edyyDF3zfL8/s1600/P1040170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4sPRRTPI/AAAAAAAABmY/edyyDF3zfL8/s400/P1040170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571718759163448562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins:  Brook, Ali, Ashley, Emily and Kat.  Dana, did I get the twinners correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4r6x6byI/AAAAAAAABmQ/xaBNZthiWj8/s1600/P1040056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4r6x6byI/AAAAAAAABmQ/xaBNZthiWj8/s400/P1040056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571718753663217442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two boys, Luke and Papa, both share and avid love of coins.  They had a great time going thru Papa's collection.  Luke learned a lot and came home and started organizing for real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4rubbynI/AAAAAAAABmI/o4gwkzHuZto/s1600/P1040079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4rubbynI/AAAAAAAABmI/o4gwkzHuZto/s400/P1040079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571718750347709042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4rN0GzeI/AAAAAAAABmA/pEvIPLs1nfc/s1600/P1040090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4rN0GzeI/AAAAAAAABmA/pEvIPLs1nfc/s400/P1040090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571718741592821218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful our generations can be eternal bound.  This life on Earth is not nearly enough time for all the fun we could have!!&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/9121613410028628835-3665840871932939415?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3665840871932939415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3665840871932939415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-seven-generations.html' title='Day Seven:  Generations'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK4sQsXMRI/AAAAAAAABmg/vaoxMZqd9uQ/s72-c/P1040057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4332409909882076240</id><published>2011-02-06T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T07:31:45.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six:  Who they love</title><content type='html'>These two are never far apart.  If I need one of them, I look for the other one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular night, they were making a cell fuel car.  I was snapping multiple pictures for this assignment.  They finally decided to ham it up for the camera and this is the image that was captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVKy3NHvhoI/AAAAAAAABl4/NIiY4iQAGqc/s1600/_1040598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVKy3NHvhoI/AAAAAAAABl4/NIiY4iQAGqc/s400/_1040598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571712350495409794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-4332409909882076240?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4332409909882076240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4332409909882076240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-six-who-they-love.html' title='Day Six:  Who they love'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVKy3NHvhoI/AAAAAAAABl4/NIiY4iQAGqc/s72-c/_1040598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3463337874727656910</id><published>2011-02-05T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:43:07.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five:  Love to Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What do I love to hate?  Well  not a whole lot of hating going on in my life!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Our kitty, Oliver, (you know Oliver, right?) L*O*V*E*S to drink out of the toilet.  I have no idea why.  I have put up with it until we moved into our new house.  Then I told him, "This is enough.  Drink out of a cup like a normal cat."  So, he has a cup (he won't drink out of a bowl) in the master bathroom and the kitchen window.  He still begs and pleads to drink out of the toilet.  When I feel my resolve weakening, this is what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TFKLxIjI/AAAAAAAABlw/-iJPEywvVfM/s1600/_1040555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TFKLxIjI/AAAAAAAABlw/-iJPEywvVfM/s400/_1040555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570692243434578482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TE5zfVmI/AAAAAAAABlo/oq0sWQJuuW8/s1600/P1040559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TE5zfVmI/AAAAAAAABlo/oq0sWQJuuW8/s400/P1040559.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570692239037781602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We have a "no technology" rule at our family dinner table.  Last night Kat was pretty sure we lifted that rule.  So, I decided just to talk her picture over and over.  In the first picture of her, she was typing on my facebook wall, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Dear mom, please stop taking pictures of me eating my dinner...Thank you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TEktaPSI/AAAAAAAABlg/0fUyFO3fQts/s1600/P1040577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TEktaPSI/AAAAAAAABlg/0fUyFO3fQts/s400/P1040577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570692233375137058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TD6wuk4I/AAAAAAAABlY/y8qWXjA1KV8/s1600/_1040584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TD6wuk4I/AAAAAAAABlY/y8qWXjA1KV8/s400/_1040584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570692222114763650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Kat.  We know you are still texting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TDaRRCdI/AAAAAAAABlQ/mhDtZ-Im3jk/s1600/P1040586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TDaRRCdI/AAAAAAAABlQ/mhDtZ-Im3jk/s400/P1040586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570692213392869842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do love that she has friends and loves living in Nashville with all her little girl &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;heart&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/9121613410028628835-3463337874727656910?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3463337874727656910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3463337874727656910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-five-love-to-hate.html' title='Day Five:  Love to Hate'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU8TFKLxIjI/AAAAAAAABlw/-iJPEywvVfM/s72-c/_1040555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2971247821003477287</id><published>2011-02-04T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:24:44.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four:  What they wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my poor sick kitty wearing a sweat shirt. He cuddled in it for days while he didn't feel well.  We are happy to report he is back to his evil ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK_ij-SDPI/AAAAAAAABmo/vWM3K5R2BEA/s1600/oliversick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK_ij-SDPI/AAAAAAAABmo/vWM3K5R2BEA/s400/oliversick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571726289503653106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-2971247821003477287?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2971247821003477287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2971247821003477287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-four-what-they-wear.html' title='Day Four:  What they wear'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TVK_ij-SDPI/AAAAAAAABmo/vWM3K5R2BEA/s72-c/oliversick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5493682612557367021</id><published>2011-02-03T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:36:01.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three:  then and now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's assignment was to capture images of progressing along the aging process. I have always thought my hands look old so I took a picture of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7NJnLf6WI/AAAAAAAABkw/aiGs2YgMkEM/s1600/_1040484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7NJnLf6WI/AAAAAAAABkw/aiGs2YgMkEM/s400/_1040484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570615354123610466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt's hands don't look old. I love how he works all day long building teeny, tiny circuit boards with those hands.  He also plays the piano, does dishes and flies helicopters with Luke with those very hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7NJBZkUTI/AAAAAAAABko/_QDaglasyyA/s1600/P1040510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7NJBZkUTI/AAAAAAAABko/_QDaglasyyA/s400/P1040510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570615343982072114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5493682612557367021?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5493682612557367021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5493682612557367021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-two-then-and-now.html' title='Day Three:  then and now'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7NJnLf6WI/AAAAAAAABkw/aiGs2YgMkEM/s72-c/_1040484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7711218446243455505</id><published>2011-02-02T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:45:54.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two:  How they look:  Crazy!</title><content type='html'>No one in my house will take a serious picture!  But, I guess if they really want to know how my loved ones look this is it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7QFtGLwZI/AAAAAAAABlI/217SdELHKAA/s1600/_1040452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7QFtGLwZI/AAAAAAAABlI/217SdELHKAA/s400/_1040452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570618585527337362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7QFapxbjI/AAAAAAAABlA/Ky4pJOvR0jI/s1600/_1040447%2B09-58-49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7QFapxbjI/AAAAAAAABlA/Ky4pJOvR0jI/s400/_1040447%2B09-58-49.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570618580576333362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7QFFwLhxI/AAAAAAAABk4/T5I295WUa5c/s1600/_1040454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7QFFwLhxI/AAAAAAAABk4/T5I295WUa5c/s400/_1040454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570618574966064914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7711218446243455505?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7711218446243455505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7711218446243455505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-two-how-they-look-crazy.html' title='Day two:  How they look:  Crazy!'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TU7QFtGLwZI/AAAAAAAABlI/217SdELHKAA/s72-c/_1040452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6013135813896038164</id><published>2011-02-01T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T06:37:04.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one:  what they do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day one of the Joy of Love photography &lt;a href="http://www.willettedesigns.com/?page_id=2780"&gt;class&lt;/a&gt; found us taking pictures of what our loved ones &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Oliver was the only one who cooperated with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Oliver "helping." He loves to help me with whatever I happen to be doing at the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TUq9DANg4yI/AAAAAAAABkI/Mj7FdqUKmng/s1600/_1040431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TUq9DANg4yI/AAAAAAAABkI/Mj7FdqUKmng/s400/_1040431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569471748490978082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6013135813896038164?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6013135813896038164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6013135813896038164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-one-what-they-do.html' title='Day one:  what they do'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TUq9DANg4yI/AAAAAAAABkI/Mj7FdqUKmng/s72-c/_1040431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5978322694799319791</id><published>2011-02-01T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T06:36:40.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Love</title><content type='html'>This month I am participating in a photography on-line class.  It is free and fun!  Come join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one problem.  We are supposed to be taking pictures of those we love and they are all annoyed with me.  Even the cat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5978322694799319791?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5978322694799319791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5978322694799319791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love.html' title='The Joy of Love'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2943285395701027157</id><published>2010-12-08T04:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T04:40:02.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realize I have failed at blogging lately.  The sad thing is, I LOVE blogging.  I love thinking about our days and looking at my pictures.  I just can't find the time or energy to do it lately.  So, for now, I am taking a blogging break.  I hope to return soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-2943285395701027157?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2943285395701027157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2943285395701027157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-realize-i-have-failed-at-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3481748782570516470</id><published>2010-10-31T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:56:03.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soelberg Fall Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TM7uR--Xp0I/AAAAAAAABf8/RVMDg01elac/s1600/P1020815.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;My sister's family came to town for their Fall Break. We had SO much fun! More details will follow...but I wanted to get this picture up for our mummy. We missed Josh and Dana's family and Nana and Papa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TM7uR--Xp0I/AAAAAAAABf8/RVMDg01elac/s400/P1020815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534622984814700354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-3481748782570516470?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3481748782570516470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3481748782570516470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/11/soelberg-fall-break.html' title='Soelberg Fall Break'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TM7uR--Xp0I/AAAAAAAABf8/RVMDg01elac/s72-c/P1020815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4757933788066479411</id><published>2010-10-30T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:43:06.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali's Band Performance at Contest of Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2yDviu2mii4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yDviu2mii4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yDviu2mii4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-4757933788066479411?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4757933788066479411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4757933788066479411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/11/cocfinals2010mov.html' title='Ali&apos;s Band Performance at Contest of Champions'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7344544627026909360</id><published>2010-10-29T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:42:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby Lobby, Home Depot, Fall Party and Friday Night Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;So, after five hours at work, we swept in and kidnapped Matt :)&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t forget, we had an awesome 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grader home with the younger cousins.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man, that was a stroke of genius on my part!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, off to Home Depot the adults went.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess somewhere during the morning Sara and I decided to make a little stop at Hobby Lobby.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we walked into Hobby Lobby, Joe announced that he felt a little duped.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was sure he heard us say Home Depot not Hobby Lobby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535352050241913858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After a Sorensen family dinner of Aunt Naomi's Linguini and Grandpa Sorensen's Pistachio Salad, we bundled up and headed to the football game Ali was marching in.  Sara lies about how cold it was.  Seriously.  Wasn't she raised in Utah and Idaho??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We were the visiting team.  But, we wanted to be able to Ali's band AND there weren't seats left on the visiting side, so we were stuck with the home fans.  I guess our school had deemed the evening a tribute to Breast Cancer Awareness.  Partway through the game Sara noticed a peculiar sign hanging from our high school's stands.  I didn't believe her.  So, we each took pictures of it and enlarged them with our cameras.  If you click on the picture below, you can see the sign that Franklin High was displaying.  Pay special attention to the black and pink sign in the far right hand corner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGFXX2l7YI/AAAAAAAABhs/sK2xxDLUyno/s1600/P1020757.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGFXX2l7YI/AAAAAAAABhs/sK2xxDLUyno/s1600/P1020757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 73px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGFXX2l7YI/AAAAAAAABhs/sK2xxDLUyno/s400/P1020757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535352053601529218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara and Libby.  See?  It isn't even that cold looking, is it?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEIqxv_PI/AAAAAAAABhc/05UqpRkooUk/s1600/P1020722.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEIqxv_PI/AAAAAAAABhc/05UqpRkooUk/s1600/P1020722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEIqxv_PI/AAAAAAAABhc/05UqpRkooUk/s400/P1020722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535350701471825138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister and her sweetheart, Joe.  They are so stinking cute together!  It made my heart so happy to hear them talk and laugh together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEIaUPihI/AAAAAAAABhU/fwXU1GecbW0/s1600/P1020721.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEIaUPihI/AAAAAAAABhU/fwXU1GecbW0/s1600/P1020721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEIaUPihI/AAAAAAAABhU/fwXU1GecbW0/s400/P1020721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535350697053096466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby had the best seat in the house to watch Ali perform.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEHyjOXUI/AAAAAAAABhM/E2YJKwLCqKo/s1600/P1020765.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEHyjOXUI/AAAAAAAABhM/E2YJKwLCqKo/s1600/P1020765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEHyjOXUI/AAAAAAAABhM/E2YJKwLCqKo/s400/P1020765.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535350686378515778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenna Dear wearing a pink and white hat.  When we married Matt, it was HIS hat.  But, we informed him it was NOT a boy hat.  So, only girls wear it now :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEHiGmo2I/AAAAAAAABhE/08Kr-wBU3YI/s1600/P1020726.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEHiGmo2I/AAAAAAAABhE/08Kr-wBU3YI/s1600/P1020726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEHiGmo2I/AAAAAAAABhE/08Kr-wBU3YI/s400/P1020726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535350681963504482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aside from what I thought was a slightly disrespectful police officer, we all had a delightful, freeze your butt off night.  (You may insert your own "ta-ta" joke here :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEHLBKYxI/AAAAAAAABg8/9pj1DdWXqS8/s1600/P1020702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGEHLBKYxI/AAAAAAAABg8/9pj1DdWXqS8/s400/P1020702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535350675766666002" /&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/9121613410028628835-7344544627026909360?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7344544627026909360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7344544627026909360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/11/hobby-lobby-home-depot-fall-party-and.html' title='Hobby Lobby, Home Depot, Fall Party and Friday Night Lights'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNGFXLVmRAI/AAAAAAAABhk/JqXkpJSZQ58/s72-c/P1020666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3805039877890911937</id><published>2010-10-28T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:41:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thursday morning I awoke with great excitement.  My sister and her family were coming to town!  And just in-time for our church's Trunk or Treat.  But first, there were beds that needed clean sheets, Friday dinner to prepare and a volunteer shift at the high school to serve.  Not to mention running club and band.  We were foregoing soccer for the big occasion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mrs. Weasley, Snape, Hermione (Holy Hermione!!) and a Hungarian Horntail beat me to the church!  I was so happy to see their smiling faces.  Aren't they adorable?  They love Halloween ALMOST as much as the love Harry Potter.  Much to my sister's dismay, I don't like either.  For them to come to my house on their favorite holiday of the year was amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9HIQxE2I/AAAAAAAABgk/yJaiIBLXRtk/s400/P1020640.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342978445415266" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though the cousins aren't together all that often, they always act like not a moment has past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9Ga9fbvI/AAAAAAAABgU/sZzL9KwZ-Rc/s400/P1020636.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342966284971762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing the boring Halloween couple of the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9Hp3ZXcI/AAAAAAAABgs/-WogTOz1j3M/s400/P1020645.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342987465809346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought the colors in this pictures were awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9GwwMRcI/AAAAAAAABgc/-7JQjUC1AdY/s400/P1020638.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342972134770114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are these not the cutest little Halloween cousins?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9H6NVYuI/AAAAAAAABg0/yChV5GVAhSk/s400/P1020649.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342991852790498" /&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/9121613410028628835-3805039877890911937?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3805039877890911937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3805039877890911937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9HIQxE2I/AAAAAAAABgk/yJaiIBLXRtk/s72-c/P1020640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-8967256803975263706</id><published>2010-10-28T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:12:42.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Matt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...but we call him Matthew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we took family pictures.  If you look &lt;i&gt;family pictures&lt;/i&gt; up in the dictionary, it will say, "a period of time in which you pay someone to torture you and your loved ones."  Scouts honor :)  Matt had a meeting that was scheduled to go a little long into the afternoon, so the kids and I met with the photographer and got started on their pictures before Matt arrived.  Luke was a little crazy the whole photo shoot, but much crazier in the period of time before Matt got there.  When I saw Matt walking down the long sidewalk toward us, I turned to Luke and said, "There is Matt!"  Luke jumped down off the structure he was currently climbing and ran full speed ahead.  When Luke got remotely close to Matt, he launched himself into Matt's arms.  Luckily Matt has gotten used to this action and caught Luke in mid-air and threw him over his shoulder.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I counted my blessings as my two boys walked toward me.  As Luke held Matt's hand, he introduced Matt to the photographer with, "This is Matt, but we call him Matthew."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine our lives without Matthew.  He has cared for and nurtured each of the children.  They love and adore him.  They tease him relentlessly.  Nine times out of ten they will call or text him before they will call or text me.  He talks to them.  He listens to them.  He offers his full, unconditional love to them.  They have blossomed with his love and attention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Matt.  But we call him Matthew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMnKzTomEMI/AAAAAAAABfs/EaP2GgoU0Po/s320/This+is+Matt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533176599994044610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-8967256803975263706?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8967256803975263706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8967256803975263706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-matt.html' title='This is Matt...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMnKzTomEMI/AAAAAAAABfs/EaP2GgoU0Po/s72-c/This+is+Matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3578972396464218351</id><published>2010-10-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T04:26:36.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are slowly getting our new home just the way we like it. Our current project is our dining room. We finally decided on paint colors a few weeks ago and started painting. Sadly, a couple hours into painting the walls I fell off the ladder. Talk about pain. I just realized if you add a "t" to pain it becomes paint. Rather interesting, don't you think?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the walls are painted. Now what? Who wants to come help me do the rest of the decorating. Please, no ladders! I am finally able to breath, cough and sneeze without crying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJS8Q0ycI/AAAAAAAABfc/YBLKwxakE-w/s1600/P1020584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJS8Q0ycI/AAAAAAAABfc/YBLKwxakE-w/s400/P1020584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531978675801868738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above is the very corner I fell.  Matt says it was a 4 or 5 foot fall.  I landed on my left side, on top of the metal ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJSq4xFPI/AAAAAAAABfU/-z6Kr-CXn_Y/s1600/P1020585.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJSq4xFPI/AAAAAAAABfU/-z6Kr-CXn_Y/s1600/P1020585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJSq4xFPI/AAAAAAAABfU/-z6Kr-CXn_Y/s400/P1020585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531978671137559794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJSFTXQHI/AAAAAAAABfM/x7ARJbrBtWY/s1600/P1020632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJSFTXQHI/AAAAAAAABfM/x7ARJbrBtWY/s400/P1020632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531978661048565874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are currently undecided on the table cloth.  I actually want a pink one...but not sure how that would work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJR3gGu7I/AAAAAAAABfE/nGzlJPX70GQ/s1600/P1020633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJR3gGu7I/AAAAAAAABfE/nGzlJPX70GQ/s400/P1020633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531978657343912882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flowers are from my dear, dear friend Keeley.  I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJRlfJIxI/AAAAAAAABe8/G2KJJl8JQW8/s1600/P1020635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJRlfJIxI/AAAAAAAABe8/G2KJJl8JQW8/s400/P1020635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531978652508037906" /&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/9121613410028628835-3578972396464218351?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3578972396464218351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3578972396464218351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/10/dining-room.html' title='Dining Room'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TMWJS8Q0ycI/AAAAAAAABfc/YBLKwxakE-w/s72-c/P1020584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5889534052123554809</id><published>2010-10-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:07:42.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Kat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TLh5K3IVddI/AAAAAAAABe0/eJzG2L1smgw/s1600/challenges-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TLh5K3IVddI/AAAAAAAABe0/eJzG2L1smgw/s400/challenges-012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528301770101847506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to the spunkiest thirteen-year-old I have the pleasure of knowing!  She has a laugh and smile that is contagious.  She tackles life with a determination that is unparalleled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat recently decided she wanted the fourth generation iTouch.  She crunched the numbers.  If she took all her saved fun money and sold her current iTouch, she could buy the 8 GB fourth generation.  So, we listed her iTouch on ebay.  No buyers.  We lowered the price and it sold.  Well, the buyer ended up not following thru with the sale.  So, she sold it to her brother.  Don't worry, Matt and I brokered the deal.  Signed contract and all.  Hurray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt and I decided our birthday gift to her would be to surprise her and make up the difference for her to be able to step up to the 32 GB.  We know she is going to take scads of pictures and video.  We worried she would fill up a 8 GB in no time.  So, yesterday I asked a friend to pick up the iTouch for us from Costco.  Last night Matt got it all charged and set up with her apps and music from her old iTouch.  I wrapped it.  We planned to give it to her sometime today.  Sometime when we thought it would be perfect timing.  Well, the iTouch decided when it wanted to be given...when her daily alarm went off at 5:45 this morning!  When Matt transfer everything from the old iTouch to the new one, the alarm when right along with it.  So, at 5:45 this morning, her present lit up, started vibrating and singing!!!  We hurriedly gathered the family, sang happy birthday over the ruckus and had her turn it off!!!  We didn't even get any pictures in those crazy moments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a surprise!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat, thanx for being part of our family.  We love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5889534052123554809?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5889534052123554809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5889534052123554809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-kat.html' title='Happy Birthday, Kat!'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TLh5K3IVddI/AAAAAAAABe0/eJzG2L1smgw/s72-c/challenges-012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3906843600001116339</id><published>2010-10-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:40:54.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thursday morning I awoke with great excitement.  My sister and her family were coming to town!  And just in-time for our church's Trunk or Treat.  But first, there were beds that needed clean sheets, Friday dinner to prepare and a volunteer shift at the high school to serve.  Not to mention running club and band.  We were foregoing soccer for the big occasion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9Ga9fbvI/AAAAAAAABgU/sZzL9KwZ-Rc/s400/P1020636.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342966284971762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9Hp3ZXcI/AAAAAAAABgs/-WogTOz1j3M/s400/P1020645.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342987465809346" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9HIQxE2I/AAAAAAAABgk/yJaiIBLXRtk/s400/P1020640.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342978445415266" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9GwwMRcI/AAAAAAAABgc/-7JQjUC1AdY/s400/P1020638.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342972134770114" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9H6NVYuI/AAAAAAAABg0/yChV5GVAhSk/s400/P1020649.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342991852790498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-3906843600001116339?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3906843600001116339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3906843600001116339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/11/trunk-or-treat_03.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TNF9Ga9fbvI/AAAAAAAABgU/sZzL9KwZ-Rc/s72-c/P1020636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3199676103124295263</id><published>2010-09-21T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:25:06.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJij96isjhI/AAAAAAAABd8/JUuo-JcIQtM/s1600/Sorensen-Paine+Wedding-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJij96isjhI/AAAAAAAABd8/JUuo-JcIQtM/s400/Sorensen-Paine+Wedding-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519341627424673298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to work on an album of our wedding pictures...yea, me!!  Hopefully y'all won't get tired of seeing my scrapping pages as I am a little addicted.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a half-day at school.  Seriously people.  What a waste.  The kids barely get to school and I barely get something done before you put them back on the bus!  Kat is going home with a friend and Luke is bringing a friend home.  Ali will come home for a bit before returning for three hours of band.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 1/2 day to you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-3199676103124295263?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3199676103124295263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3199676103124295263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJij96isjhI/AAAAAAAABd8/JUuo-JcIQtM/s72-c/Sorensen-Paine+Wedding-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5528140916305213628</id><published>2010-09-20T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:53:41.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_tuDqckI/AAAAAAAABds/ezTY7IjUum8/s1600/Luke-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;We finally got Luke signed up for soccer. Seriously, it was crazy with the time we moved here and all. But, he is on a great little team with mostly boys from his school. He L*O*V*E*S it!! Ali went to his last game and almost started crying she misses it so much. She just can't do everything she wants to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_tuDqckI/AAAAAAAABds/ezTY7IjUum8/s1600/Luke-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_tuDqckI/AAAAAAAABds/ezTY7IjUum8/s400/Luke-006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519020291800068674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_tRo93NI/AAAAAAAABdk/WVrrmxwnFoc/s1600/Luke-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_tRo93NI/AAAAAAAABdk/WVrrmxwnFoc/s400/Luke-005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519020284171902162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_s-EZ5mI/AAAAAAAABdc/FDb76xoZyxk/s1600/Luke-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_s-EZ5mI/AAAAAAAABdc/FDb76xoZyxk/s400/Luke-004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519020278918276706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_sUUg4FI/AAAAAAAABdU/b6K3awxYEhg/s1600/Luke-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_sUUg4FI/AAAAAAAABdU/b6K3awxYEhg/s400/Luke-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519020267711553618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5528140916305213628?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5528140916305213628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5528140916305213628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/09/soccer-season.html' title='Soccer Season'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd_tuDqckI/AAAAAAAABds/ezTY7IjUum8/s72-c/Luke-006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7577134282745216621</id><published>2010-09-20T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:19:18.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We live in a planned community.  Lots of rules and such.  One rule is there will only be garage sales twice a year...on two designated Saturdays of the year.  We L*O*V*E garage sales.  Why?  Personally I love a good deal and it is just fun to go around and see other people houses...and crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the weekend of the last garage sale in Fieldstone Farms, we were moving from our rental house to our very own house.  I would not recommend trying to move on garage sale weekend.  There are multiple reasons for this.  The number one reason is your husband doesn't really want to load up your garage sale purchases along with all the rest of the stuff in your house.  But, if he is like my husband, he is happy to do it anyway.  But, why torture the poor guy?  The second reason not to move on garage sale weekend is that people assume everything you are loading up is FOR SALE.  Darling Kat finally got so tired of telling people we were NOT having a garage sale that she posted this sign:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdhSy_6hsI/AAAAAAAABcU/RSar7W3li94/s400/DSC05142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518986843921221314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third, and final reason to not move on garage sale weekend is that there are cars everywhere and it is hard to navigate trucks, trailers, vans and cars full of stuff through all the craziness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, back to this past Saturday's sales.  Kat was with a friend and Ali was already at band.  So, it was just my boys and me off to find great finds.  This time was a little disappointing.  There weren't a whole lot of good things and a lot of stuff was SO over priced it wasn't even funny.  We did end up with a few treasures and I thought I would share them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lovely skirt is from Talbot's.  It is made from Italian silk.  We bought it for Ali, but surprisingly, she doesn't like it.  It is a size 2.  If it were only 2 inches longer I could adopt it!  It was only 50 cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdf7yNsrwI/AAAAAAAABcE/F4PISEqWJmE/s400/P1020356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518985349061979906" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdf8YW2PEI/AAAAAAAABcM/Z5rdE9f-Am8/s1600/P1020357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdf8YW2PEI/AAAAAAAABcM/Z5rdE9f-Am8/s400/P1020357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518985359300901954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hands down, the best single garage sale was Franklin High School's Project Graduation.  This group of moms, Project Graduation, spends all year raising money for a huge party after graduation.  Ugg.  I am not looking forward to Ali graduating in a few years.  Here are the finds from that sale:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  19 pairs of socks for Luke that cost us 75 cents.  I was questioning Matt as to whether to buy one bag or two.  He told me to go for two since we seem to go thru socks so much.  I asked him if I was supposed to WASH the socks or just throw them away :)  I remember my mom telling me about when my cousin got married.  Before they got married, her husband had just been throwing his underwear away opposed to washing it!  I guess Matt caught me and now I have to wash stuff!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdf7Qz-dpI/AAAAAAAABb8/18mHV28nKM4/s1600/P1020354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdf7Qz-dpI/AAAAAAAABb8/18mHV28nKM4/s400/P1020354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518985340095723154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.  We bought two book there for a dime each.  We got this great Webelos book.  Luke is now a Webelos.  Where does time go?!?!?  Luke also got &lt;b&gt;Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing&lt;/b&gt;.  They are reading it in school and he wanted to get ahead!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk9AykjXI/AAAAAAAABc8/xBrCbmA45n0/s1600/P1020363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk9AykjXI/AAAAAAAABc8/xBrCbmA45n0/s400/P1020363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518990867712740722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.  Eight pizza pan so we can make personal pan pizzas.  How fun will that be?!?!?  Anyone want to come do it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk8Q38pAI/AAAAAAAABc0/axWCNHu7wcw/s1600/P1020362.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk7UikEgI/AAAAAAAABcs/ApDo-9KtM2w/s1600/P1020361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdmH4WQoVI/AAAAAAAABdE/HJOqgzpXjuo/s400/P1020365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518992153936699730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Franklin Athletics shorts.  We bought these for Ali, since she runs track for Franklin.  But, she doesn't like them.  Luke wore them all day yesterday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk7UikEgI/AAAAAAAABcs/ApDo-9KtM2w/s1600/P1020361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk7UikEgI/AAAAAAAABcs/ApDo-9KtM2w/s400/P1020361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518990838654571010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wasn't that a great garage sale?  Good stuff and good prices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;This is just a little toy Luke had to have.  It is very easy to get the ball into the cup...you just pick up and ball and place it inside the cup.  See?  Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk6mLysAI/AAAAAAAABck/fnIS8oJniDU/s1600/P1020360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk6mLysAI/AAAAAAAABck/fnIS8oJniDU/s400/P1020360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518990826211028994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;My favorite purchase is below.  It is a cat toy.  I thought Oliver would be SO excited.  Well, he was about as excited for his purchases as Ali was for hers.  The cat toy is lined with something that makes crinkling noise.  I thought he would go crazy.  Well, he climbed into it and laid down.  Then, he never looked at it again.  I was so sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdf6aD8jYI/AAAAAAAABbs/QyvQgjZ6yvg/s400/P1020366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518985325398756738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdf67i2GoI/AAAAAAAABb0/ayljCBCOcV4/s400/P1020351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518985334386727554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With soccer and band, we always seem to need BIG water containers.  50 cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk8Q38pAI/AAAAAAAABc0/axWCNHu7wcw/s1600/P1020362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk8Q38pAI/AAAAAAAABc0/axWCNHu7wcw/s400/P1020362.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518990854850388994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk7UikEgI/AAAAAAAABcs/ApDo-9KtM2w/s1600/P1020361.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk7UikEgI/AAAAAAAABcs/ApDo-9KtM2w/s1600/P1020361.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk7UikEgI/AAAAAAAABcs/ApDo-9KtM2w/s1600/P1020361.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And an old time, metal edge ruler.  Seriously people.  What is up with the stupid, crappy, plastic rulers?!?!?  These rulers can actually make a straight line!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdk52ZOzzI/AAAAAAAABcc/OPXI3ThXneA/s400/P1020358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518990813382496050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also acquired two camping/soccer chairs for $5 and the book Uglies.  I can never seem to get my hands on that book at the library!  All in all, aside from getting really tired and really hungry, we had a great time!  Thanx Fieldstone Farms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7577134282745216621?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7577134282745216621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7577134282745216621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/09/garage-sale-ing.html' title='Garage Sale-ing'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdhSy_6hsI/AAAAAAAABcU/RSar7W3li94/s72-c/DSC05142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5098074200662331683</id><published>2010-09-20T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:28:55.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chihuly Nights</title><content type='html'>Our Relief Society Sisters enjoyed an evening at Cheekwood for &lt;a href="http://cheekwood.org/Art/Chihuly_Nights.aspx"&gt;Chihuly Nights&lt;/a&gt;.  The weather was perfect and the company delightful.  I wish Matt could have been there.  He would have loved it.  One sister was pushing her mom around in a wheelchair.  I told her to let me know if she needed any help because I am a professional wheelchair pusher.  She wanted to know what qualified me to be "professional."  Ha ha.  It was pretty funny!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;These are a few pictures I took.  I realized, after I got home and looking at the pictures, that my filter was spotty!  It has since been cleaned...no worries!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbZMI60vI/AAAAAAAABbk/Q-Cd7KP2rpM/s1600/P1020343.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbYYUhWCI/AAAAAAAABbU/Z2s4AGqmi4o/s400/P1020329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518980342769342498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbZMI60vI/AAAAAAAABbk/Q-Cd7KP2rpM/s400/P1020343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518980356679324402" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbY-xUkGI/AAAAAAAABbc/rrgUM5oRa9E/s1600/P1020336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbY-xUkGI/AAAAAAAABbc/rrgUM5oRa9E/s400/P1020336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518980353090687074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbYYUhWCI/AAAAAAAABbU/Z2s4AGqmi4o/s1600/P1020329.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbX05QOHI/AAAAAAAABbM/zDn6sXGaRM4/s1600/P1020334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbX05QOHI/AAAAAAAABbM/zDn6sXGaRM4/s400/P1020334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518980333259733106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbW4XL6YI/AAAAAAAABbE/Ma3zTjRHos8/s1600/P1020333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbW4XL6YI/AAAAAAAABbE/Ma3zTjRHos8/s400/P1020333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518980317010717058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5098074200662331683?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5098074200662331683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5098074200662331683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/09/chihuly-nights.html' title='Chihuly Nights'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJdbYYUhWCI/AAAAAAAABbU/Z2s4AGqmi4o/s72-c/P1020329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6590584886534880834</id><published>2010-09-16T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T06:45:44.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling...</title><content type='html'>...just so you know, this is our schedule for this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00-1:00 Sunni volunteers at the high school&lt;br /&gt;1:30-3:30 Sunni volunteers at the elementary school&lt;br /&gt;2:37 Ali gets out of school&lt;br /&gt;3:00 Ali has flute lessons&lt;br /&gt;2:56 Kat gets home&lt;br /&gt;3:30 Ali has march band&lt;br /&gt;3:30 Luke has running club&lt;br /&gt;4:00 Luke finishes running club&lt;br /&gt;5:00 Luke has soccer practice&lt;br /&gt;5:15 Kat reports to play in the band for the jr high football game&lt;br /&gt;5:30 Ali finishes band&lt;br /&gt;6:30 Luke finishes soccer&lt;br /&gt;7:00 Luke has Cubs--where he will be awarded his Bear&lt;br /&gt;       Ali and I have YW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Have we figured out how to be in 3 places at 1 time?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 Kat finishes at the football game&lt;br /&gt;8:00 Cubs and YW finish&lt;br /&gt;9:37 You and I can fall into bed...dead or alive yet to be determined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?  Good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6590584886534880834?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6590584886534880834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6590584886534880834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/09/darling.html' title='Darling...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-82074567451587467</id><published>2010-09-16T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:31:35.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I currently have a new love...sorry Matthew!  I have started dabbling in digital scrapbooking.  It is pretty fun!  Here are a couple of my first pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJIcleY0q3I/AAAAAAAABa8/uqbOMZ8frRA/s1600/Kat-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd-JcUZT3I/AAAAAAAABdM/q_iX3txS7Cg/s400/Kat-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519018569051492210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJIcS_ltp-I/AAAAAAAABa0/eAnZteWeB7o/s1600/Luke-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJIcS_ltp-I/AAAAAAAABa0/eAnZteWeB7o/s400/Luke-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517503606115117026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-82074567451587467?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/82074567451587467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/82074567451587467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/09/digital-scrap-booking.html' title='Digital Scrapbooking'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TJd-JcUZT3I/AAAAAAAABdM/q_iX3txS7Cg/s72-c/Kat-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-9205809094346125511</id><published>2010-09-16T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T05:13:51.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical from Blogging</title><content type='html'>For the past 100 weeks, ok, only 6, I have been sick.  I was sick before school started and parent teacher conferences are now upon us.  See, I was sick forever.  I am happy to report I am beginning to feel better and think I might live.  So, I will try to get back to blogging and interacting with the world outside my bedroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-9205809094346125511?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/9205809094346125511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/9205809094346125511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabbatical-from-blogging.html' title='Sabbatical from Blogging'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3196502864969024580</id><published>2010-08-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:37:35.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Launch</title><content type='html'>For Luke's birthday last year, we gave him a rocket.  He and Matt worked on it for many weekends.  And then we spent MANY months trying to launch the thing!  It may not be a NASA rocket, but the weather conditions still need to cooperate AND most importantly the family schedule needs to cooperate!  Finally last Saturday the stars were aligned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the parking lot at Matt's work.  This way Matt and Luke would be able to make any last minute improvements to the beloved rocket.  If you have never launched on of these rockets, let me just tell you how FAST it all happens:  itt happens very, very fast!!!  I was lucky to capture the picture of the smoke of the launch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two successful launches.  The rocket is still in one piece.  Afterwards Matt commented that he was surprised that the rocket wasn't ruined on impact with the ground.  I asked him if he had told Luke the rocket might not survive.  When he responded that he had not, Luke piped in with, "Well, that is just mean."  But, it was very funny!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are glad the rocket lived to see another launch.  Maybe we can do it in slow motion for mom?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAIZxKGBI/AAAAAAAABZ0/4-xzvlpmpWw/s1600/P1020003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAIZxKGBI/AAAAAAAABZ0/4-xzvlpmpWw/s320/P1020003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508606176071915538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAKFhvY1I/AAAAAAAABaU/_kwoMGFGUaI/s1600/P1020030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAKFhvY1I/AAAAAAAABaU/_kwoMGFGUaI/s320/P1020030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508606204998280018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAIy7Y4EI/AAAAAAAABZ8/3hyhUvMePuM/s1600/P1020005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAIy7Y4EI/AAAAAAAABZ8/3hyhUvMePuM/s320/P1020005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508606182825713730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKD4bUv4fI/AAAAAAAABac/uhi-EJFwius/s1600/P1020044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKD4bUv4fI/AAAAAAAABac/uhi-EJFwius/s320/P1020044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508610299658232306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAJezu7zI/AAAAAAAABaE/NlgykxQJlKY/s1600/P1020013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAJezu7zI/AAAAAAAABaE/NlgykxQJlKY/s320/P1020013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508606194604764978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theatre, after a production is over, they have something called a postmortem.  This is the time they talk about what went right and what went wrong.  I believe these last two pictures are Matt and Luke having their postmortem.  Aren't they darling?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAJyBQvOI/AAAAAAAABaM/7jhcz-2T43g/s1600/P1020014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAJyBQvOI/AAAAAAAABaM/7jhcz-2T43g/s320/P1020014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508606199761779938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKFaygnZgI/AAAAAAAABak/CEM1M5mdcs4/s1600/P1020015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKFaygnZgI/AAAAAAAABak/CEM1M5mdcs4/s400/P1020015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508611989509203458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-3196502864969024580?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3196502864969024580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3196502864969024580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/08/rocket-launch.html' title='Rocket Launch'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/THKAIZxKGBI/AAAAAAAABZ0/4-xzvlpmpWw/s72-c/P1020003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2345997972727208837</id><published>2010-07-22T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:02:54.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paine Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/sSh9tYKVSJ4/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSh9tYKVSJ4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSh9tYKVSJ4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-2345997972727208837?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2345997972727208837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2345997972727208837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/07/paine-wedding.html' title='Paine Wedding'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-8322621552193638034</id><published>2010-07-15T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:50:38.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If possible, the person sealing us next week is even more excited than we are!  We are being sealed by the president of the Nashville Tennessee Temple.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, we are happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TD8Qv2Et3zI/AAAAAAAABZM/ON5voTkKLGI/s320/P1010497.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494128484570488626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-8322621552193638034?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8322621552193638034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8322621552193638034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-possible-person-sealing-us-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TD8Qv2Et3zI/AAAAAAAABZM/ON5voTkKLGI/s72-c/P1010497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-459491427335122162</id><published>2010-07-06T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:47:16.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Renovations = Fun</title><content type='html'>Ali, Kat and Luke spent the first 41 days of summer vacation 2010 visiting their dad in Utah.  Since we recently purchased and moved into a new house, we thought it would be fun to decorate their bedrooms.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a small fortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time doing it and we surprised the kids!  We now how the Paine Family Bed and Breakfast.  You can choose what themed room you would like to stay in:  Shabby Chic, Circles of Color or Automotive.  I should mention that the "breakfast" part of our bed and breakfast is cold cereal...and you load the dishwasher when you are done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-459491427335122162?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/459491427335122162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/459491427335122162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-renovations-fun.html' title='Home Renovations = Fun'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2809291912028999255</id><published>2010-07-04T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:15:54.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabby Chic--Ali's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, here is Ali's room.  We started her's second and I believe finished first.  She has this mirror (she stole from me) she wanted the whole room based on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFep_VHIlI/AAAAAAAABYM/Hkg7XtNXjQQ/s1600/P1010261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFep_VHIlI/AAAAAAAABYM/Hkg7XtNXjQQ/s320/P1010261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490273496208974418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her paint is from Home Depot.  The only paint we buy now is Baer Primer + Paint.  It is a dream.  Matt chose a Disney color for her walls.  I think it is Pixie Dust.  Sometimes it looks pink and other times it looks purple.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our first try at the wainscot.  Matt is a smart guy and a perfectionist.  So, it looks great.  Early into this project...like 5 minutes, he turned to me and asked if I knew what our problem was.  Sadly, I didn't even know that we HAD a problem.  Well, it turned out our "problem" is that both our dads are coming this month and we both want them to approve of our handiwork!  It took Matt 3 tries to get the first piece cut correctly.  Between the second and third try, I kindly informed him my dad always told us, "Measure twice, cut once."  He didn't think I was very cute :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the bedspread at Goodwill for $20.  It is Nautica.  It is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFepQ5UzQI/AAAAAAAABYE/ZBCu_Wbt97M/s1600/P1010312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFepQ5UzQI/AAAAAAAABYE/ZBCu_Wbt97M/s320/P1010312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490273483744398594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found her desk at a garage sale back in May.  I asked the lady why she was selling it.  She said that she bought it for $450 and her daughter wouldn't study.  So, she painted it white.  After it was white, her daughter still wouldn't study.  So, she was giving up and selling it.  The poor girl is only in 8th grade and I guess her academic career is over!  You better study or we will toss it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt brought those glass shelves home from work months and months ago.  He likes to tell people I rolled my eyes when he did...and I did.  I do believe they were just tossing them out.  Or maybe they were a penny or two.   But, they are so perfect in both girls rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFepHHJCFI/AAAAAAAABX8/Ji6QD5CtjG8/s1600/P1010270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFepHHJCFI/AAAAAAAABX8/Ji6QD5CtjG8/s320/P1010270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490273481117993042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below you can see the mirror that inspired the whole room.  We also printed and mounted a fun YW theme for each girl's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFeocWwfvI/AAAAAAAABX0/kdcPM2MeHDU/s1600/P1010314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFeocWwfvI/AAAAAAAABX0/kdcPM2MeHDU/s320/P1010314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490273469640769266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love ya, Al!!&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/9121613410028628835-2809291912028999255?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2809291912028999255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2809291912028999255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/07/shabby-chic-alis-room.html' title='Shabby Chic--Ali&apos;s Room'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFep_VHIlI/AAAAAAAABYM/Hkg7XtNXjQQ/s72-c/P1010261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6611288360022171057</id><published>2010-07-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:12:18.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles of Color--Kat's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Kat told us about what she wanted in her room was: white walls and orange circles.  She is the only one we really listened to regarding requests.  The others, we just did what we wanted!  But, Kat, she is one you don't want to cross :)  We took her basic ideas and ran with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walls are Polar Bear White. Kat made it perfectly clear that she did NOT what her bed painted. I forgot that part until she said, "Isn't it funny how I told you NOT to paint my bed and you painted it and I LOVE it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The circles are vinyl we ordered off eBay.  75 of them for $22.  Can't beat that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat's bedroom was started last.  It took us a while to get inspired.  Here is the end result!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDOoKpj7NmI/AAAAAAAABYk/l6SxJy9JFpU/s1600/P1010273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDOoKpj7NmI/AAAAAAAABYk/l6SxJy9JFpU/s320/P1010273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490917271603459682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kat's desk was bought from Goodwill.  It is solid wood except for the top piece.  It was purchased for $15.  It is Mission style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDOoJzgNvGI/AAAAAAAABYc/A0B19nCRSTw/s1600/P1010274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDOoJzgNvGI/AAAAAAAABYc/A0B19nCRSTw/s320/P1010274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490917257092381794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDOoJE2LYmI/AAAAAAAABYU/0B5O9Irbk1E/s1600/P1010292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDOoJE2LYmI/AAAAAAAABYU/0B5O9Irbk1E/s320/P1010292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490917244568035938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We found the turquoise circle pillow and pink Build-a-Bear poodle at a yard sale.  I asked the lady how much she wanted for the poodle.  She asked what I wanted to pay.  That always ticks me off.  I told her fifty cents.  It was pretty much new.  But, if she didn't care how much she got, or didn't get, why should I?  She did ask for a dollar and we gave in.  What a deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are glad you love your room, Kat.  And we love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFa8-NTfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/kcXWZuHzjG0/s1600/P1010280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFa8-NTfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/kcXWZuHzjG0/s320/P1010280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490269424278797794" /&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/9121613410028628835-6611288360022171057?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6611288360022171057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6611288360022171057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/07/circles-of-color-kats-room.html' title='Circles of Color--Kat&apos;s Room'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDOoKpj7NmI/AAAAAAAABYk/l6SxJy9JFpU/s72-c/P1010273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7684529198194032379</id><published>2010-07-04T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:18:36.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Automotive Room--Luke's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luke's room was the first room we started and the last room we finished.  Go figure!  Luke is not a huge car fan but we thought it would be a fun theme for him as he grows up.  His Grandpa Olson was big into cars as a teenager and knows everything about them.  We got the basic ideas for his room from a book.  We, however, tweaked them and made them all WAY better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with the walls.  The idea in the book suggested using roofing tin for the walls.  We absolutely LOVED that idea...but couldn't think of a way to made it actually work.  And if Matt can't think of a way to make it work, it ain't gonna happen!  We had reached a stand still for the whole room because we thought the whole concept was lacking without the metal on the walls.  Then, we went and helped out with an Eagle Scout project.  The project was painting fire hydrates with aluminum paint.  Bingo!  It hit me near the end...use aluminum paint and paint wainscot.  And we were back!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, the wainscot was more difficult than in Ali's bedroom.  We were using an oil based paint and hanging it horizontally.  Who does that?  I painted it with two coats of paint and then Matt hung it.  Then Matt pulled it down.  Hung it again.  Then I gave it one more coat.  In Ali's room, we could hide the uneven baseboards with the chair rail.  In Luke's room, the adjustment had to be made to the bottom of the wainscot pieces.  Yeah, learned that the hard way.  But, doesn't it just rock?  It looks like chrome.   It is an amazing look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFO5YwjgMI/AAAAAAAABXE/RYCr7qdYdc0/s320/P1010252.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490256168546959554" /&gt;We painted his trim, bed and dresser with red paint.  Then we placed license plates on the footboard and dresser.  The license plates started out on the headboard but were covered by his bedding.  Why did we have to figure out so many things the hard way?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFO6raloMI/AAAAAAAABXM/7z4uItpmekA/s1600/P1010259.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFO6raloMI/AAAAAAAABXM/7z4uItpmekA/s320/P1010259.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490256190734966978" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM_QwwsLI/AAAAAAAABW8/Jp922uDPCfM/s320/P1010254.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490254070456299698" /&gt;The side table is probably the coolest item in the whole room.  We found the wheels at a swap meet.  $15.  I asked Matt to weld them on top of each other.  He created this great design and I painted them with the aluminum paint to match the wall treatment.  We wanted to top it with tempered glass.  But, that was going to cost us $150.  Ugg.  So, we got a piece of plexiglass for $10.  It came in a square and Matt cut it into a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFS7eAeIHI/AAAAAAAABXU/wnJpMShdy_8/s320/P1010022.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490260602362142834" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM-yswSZI/AAAAAAAABW0/vAkaFaXitmA/s1600/P1010256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM-yswSZI/AAAAAAAABW0/vAkaFaXitmA/s320/P1010256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490254062386432402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana and Papa gave Luke this stop light bank a few years ago for Christmas.  Perfect, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM-cs0caI/AAAAAAAABWs/iMOZJubwsJg/s1600/P1010257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM-cs0caI/AAAAAAAABWs/iMOZJubwsJg/s320/P1010257.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490254056481124770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture that is hanging above his bed is an original drawn by Grandpa Paine.  It totally completes the room and is a true treasure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM9nk8sVI/AAAAAAAABWk/eb8AqTGIqXc/s1600/P1010258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM9nk8sVI/AAAAAAAABWk/eb8AqTGIqXc/s320/P1010258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490254042221031762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reflectiveness of the plates can always guide him to bed :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM9GlpWiI/AAAAAAAABWc/I-Wzd2e5WhE/s1600/P1010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFM9GlpWiI/AAAAAAAABWc/I-Wzd2e5WhE/s320/P1010245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490254033365588514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you, Luke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7684529198194032379?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7684529198194032379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7684529198194032379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/07/automotive-room-luke.html' title='Automotive Room--Luke&apos;s Room'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TDFO5YwjgMI/AAAAAAAABXE/RYCr7qdYdc0/s72-c/P1010252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-8243516970410988610</id><published>2010-06-15T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:14:15.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>I realized earlier this week that it has been five long weeks since I blogged.  I think about it everyday.  I have great stuff to share.  I have just been so busy with school ending and working on the house.  The kids are currently off visiting their first dad.  Matt and I have been feverishly working on the house while the house is so very empty and sad.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My personal goal:  catch Thrice Blessed up before the 4th of July when our angels return to us.  Here is to hoping they return the angels we sent out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-8243516970410988610?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8243516970410988610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8243516970410988610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/06/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7714052930990417332</id><published>2010-06-15T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:11:17.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack</title><content type='html'>I signed up to help at the Cub Scout Day Camp that was held last week.  I was due to take the noon to 4 o'clock shift.  At 11:50 am, I walked out the door and saw our neighbor's dog, Jack.  He is a black lab with a white patch on his chest.  He came right over to me and bid me hello.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack and I walked over to his house and rang his doorbell.  His family has both parents that work and a couple older boys.  As I stood waiting for them to answer the door, Jack ran around the corner.  When no one answered the door, and Jack around the corner, I decided to just not worry about Jack.  I was getting late for day camp.  But, then I thought about if my dog (or kitty) were out, and ran away, how sad I would be.  So, I turned around and called after him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time, it was neigh on noon.  I decided the easiest thing to be would be to put Jack in his backyard and call it good.  So, like a good neighbor, I slipped their beloved dog in their backyard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends and family, I wish the story ended there.  But, just as I got Jack returned to his backyard and began closing the gate behind me, I saw another black lab with white on his chest already in the backyard.  Yes, take a moment to process the fact that I just returned a lost dog to someone's yard that had NOT lost one!  Imagine my horror of wondering if the dogs were going to fight.  Imagine my horror of wondering if the teenage boys were really in their house laughing at me.  Imagine my over all horror of the whole situation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the other dog, NOT Jack, liked running circles in this new place he had been introduced to.  He liked eating Jack's food.  And the real Jack was so excited to see me he almost knocked me over time after time.  My arms were covered with scratches from him jumping on me.  The other dog had no collar and I had no idea how far I could push him to leave the yard without him possibly biting me.  Honestly, by this point I was near tears.  I had no idea what to do to get this dog out of the yard without accidentally letting the real Jack out.  And, don't forget:  I was now late for Cub Scout camp!  I finally said a prayer and had some loud words for Heavenly Father.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fake Jack finally ate all off Jack's food and decided it might be fun to chase me out of the yard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the day:  Find out if your neighbor needs help before you offer it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7714052930990417332?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7714052930990417332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7714052930990417332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/06/jack.html' title='Jack'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-1005775449416255228</id><published>2010-05-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:32:02.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-G4u9TbZVI/AAAAAAAABV8/VXSGDUjZDqs/s1600/photo.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-G4u9TbZVI/AAAAAAAABV8/VXSGDUjZDqs/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467854539474036050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my crazy husband, up a tree, with a chain saw.  I had to threaten someone to turn the picture over to me. You can assume I was NOT present for this little situation.  After I found out about it, the kids asked me why I was not happy with Matt.  He told them it was cause he climbed a tree.  I waited for the rest of it.  The kids told me that wasn't so bad.  So, I had to add the rest of the story...with a chainsaw.  Then they weren't happy with him either.  But, we are happy he is so willing to help people.  And, yes, he has a lot of experience with his chainsaw and relief efforts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-1005775449416255228?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1005775449416255228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1005775449416255228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-is-my-crazy-husband-up-tree-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-G4u9TbZVI/AAAAAAAABV8/VXSGDUjZDqs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5267643644273116589</id><published>2010-05-05T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:03:32.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Further Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These pictures were taken Monday.  The water is receding nicely.  Might was well be nice after all it did here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-FjrGZD-RI/AAAAAAAABVk/Xi4m2g0RRt4/s1600/0503001353.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-FjrGZD-RI/AAAAAAAABVk/Xi4m2g0RRt4/s400/0503001353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467761014705748242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-FirF-0PMI/AAAAAAAABVU/PtlfEvz4WNg/s1600/0503001703.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-FirF-0PMI/AAAAAAAABVU/PtlfEvz4WNg/s400/0503001703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467759915084037314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-FiqefR6jI/AAAAAAAABU8/Y5aGPFzHIMk/s400/0503001646-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467759904482781746" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-FiqRKY00I/AAAAAAAABU0/0_caZUnOBN4/s1600/0503001256.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-FiqRKY00I/AAAAAAAABU0/0_caZUnOBN4/s400/0503001256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467759900905493314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-Fie_Af7_I/AAAAAAAABUs/1Zk-RkIjfTM/s1600/0503001254.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spent the day yesterday helping in a house that got about 18" of water inside the house.  The older couple didn't really think it would come into their house and didn't realize they were in any danger until the National Guard evacuated them Sunday afternoon.  So much damage.  And so much stinky smell.  The whole city smells terrible right now.  I told Matt the smell would NEVER go away.  He asked me if I could smell the terrible smell in Rexburg when I moved there a year after the Teton Dam Flood.  I told him if I had lived through it I would still be able to smell it.  He doesn't always follow my logic.  But that is ok.  He loves me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, these big trucks were going up and down the streets collecting anything and everything that people put out on their curb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-GVt1-fOBI/AAAAAAAABV0/Pf9ZQeq17MQ/s400/0504001407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467816037420316690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a huge help to us as we needed SO much stuff hauled away.  But it was so heart breaking at the same time.  I think it is easier for those of us, not the owners, to get the stuff thrown out.  Monday, when we were helping people, they were in total shock at some of the damage.  When we started the day, we would walk up and ask people if we could help them.  About an hour into the day, we had switched to telling them what we were going to do.  Only one person was a little concerned that she had just been helped by the Mormons!  Too funny.  The Mormons will be back out from 6-9 tonight.  If you need help, just give us a holler!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the rest of the school year, the kids at Luke's school have to have recess on a small section of the front parking lot.  They won't be able to get the toys cleaned well enough before school ends.  He was a good sport and he said it was kind of fun.  He is excited to go back out tonight and help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just finished mowing the lawn.  Now it is off to the grocery store.  I guess the family needs to eat some homemade meals sometime this week.  Thanx for your prayers and thanx for checking on us.  It means a lot.&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/9121613410028628835-5267643644273116589?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5267643644273116589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5267643644273116589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/05/further-aftermath.html' title='Further Aftermath'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S-FjrGZD-RI/AAAAAAAABVk/Xi4m2g0RRt4/s72-c/0503001353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-8770663915299537330</id><published>2010-05-03T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:05:42.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence of Franklin Flooding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Here it is folks. Proof of the stressful hours and days we have had. Again, our family stayed completely dry inside our home. Some of our neighbors, friends and schools didn't get so lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we woke up today, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. After the past 48 hours of stress we have had, I thought the birds were mocking us. But, Matt won't buy me a any sort of gun to encourage them to be quiet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Saturday--Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We ran to Home Depot to look at blinds and pick up a drain for one of our down spouts.  We had NO idea what we were in for or we would have never left the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S990oCgOnRI/AAAAAAAABUc/lVSZjCM7Yho/s400/DSC05152.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467216703866707218" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99yNjXMZ4I/AAAAAAAABUE/43dtBWdcxSI/s400/DSC05148.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214049807460226" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99yOHH1aXI/AAAAAAAABUM/NoGF6YK1Gik/s400/DSC05158.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214059406715250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99yO9aTwSI/AAAAAAAABUU/G0FjK-at2MI/s400/DSC05157.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214073979715874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The above two pictures are of the tunnel by Walgreens on Saturday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is Monday evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S994YbDBHuI/AAAAAAAABUk/fc-2XnAxTeI/s400/DSC05211.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467220833623678690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sunday--Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This day church was cancelled.  We had hours and hours of watching the rain and watching the radar.  We also watched some of the Monk I haven't shipped back to my sister.  I was so thankful we had them!  We got a call in the early afternoon that school was cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99w9UfGQvI/AAAAAAAABT8/HbZFjs0-xP4/s400/DSC05166.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467212671424545522" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99w8hXwpuI/AAAAAAAABTs/EPimGxjsbiI/s1600/DSC05165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99w8hXwpuI/AAAAAAAABTs/EPimGxjsbiI/s400/DSC05165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467212657703560930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Monday--The Clean-up Begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those of you have been thru flooding like this know that a camera cannot capture the devastation it causes.  We spent four hours helping strangers clear out their garages.  Many people saw what was coming and moved stuff out of their garages and off the bottom level.  Others were out of town and were left with thousands and thousands of dollars worth of damage.  Some items are irreplaceable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99w8acbNHI/AAAAAAAABTk/ryUXO3VParo/s1600/DSC05177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99w8acbNHI/AAAAAAAABTk/ryUXO3VParo/s400/DSC05177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467212655844078706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99v8wMLsXI/AAAAAAAABTc/D6q-sFPjAik/s1600/DSC02713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99v8wMLsXI/AAAAAAAABTc/D6q-sFPjAik/s400/DSC02713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467211562169905522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above is a view of a tunnel back in September.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is a picture taken Monday evening.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99vyM8XUlI/AAAAAAAABSs/QjFkf7MgsD8/s400/DSC05202.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467211380909625938" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99vyqVjvTI/AAAAAAAABS0/fSYFUL3FZ30/s400/DSC05204.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467211388799925554" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99v8ulyz3I/AAAAAAAABTU/AZJVbQ7mJjA/s400/DSC02719.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467211561740455794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above is last September.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is Monday night of the exact same path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99vzX1YLHI/AAAAAAAABTE/VOy_z2uovSU/s400/DSC05209.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467211401012980850" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99vywfFy4I/AAAAAAAABS8/6TvHY_tdN-Y/s1600/DSC05206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99vywfFy4I/AAAAAAAABS8/6TvHY_tdN-Y/s400/DSC05206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467211390450518914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below are pictures of Luke's school.  Oh, yeah.  We just got a call...Field Day is cancelled tomorrow.  Ya think?  Why not just change  it to water activities?  We have school tomorrow.  How in the world can they guantee that a child won't slip away and drown?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is Kat crossing some red tape...the first of her life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u35HaO6I/AAAAAAAABSc/y6IP3tdJvj4/s400/DSC05188.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467210379154832290" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u4CjRp4I/AAAAAAAABSk/OoBQA-gZ87I/s1600/DSC05196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u4CjRp4I/AAAAAAAABSk/OoBQA-gZ87I/s400/DSC05196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467210381687629698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The water was ABOVE the basket ball standards last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u3VyDDSI/AAAAAAAABSU/Zz4fc0NtrVI/s1600/DSC05183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u3VyDDSI/AAAAAAAABSU/Zz4fc0NtrVI/s400/DSC05183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467210369669991714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The playground at Luke's school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u2EI_lbI/AAAAAAAABSE/DYRtoD3eyqM/s400/DSC05180.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467210347754526130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is the top of the swings at Luke's school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u2h8FrnI/AAAAAAAABSM/__f5ufVQD8o/s1600/DSC05181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u2h8FrnI/AAAAAAAABSM/__f5ufVQD8o/s1600/DSC05181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S99u2h8FrnI/AAAAAAAABSM/__f5ufVQD8o/s400/DSC05181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467210355753463410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a very long day.  Physically and emotionally exhausting.  It will take Franklin days and months to recover.  The smell alone will take that long to get out of my nose.  &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/9121613410028628835-8770663915299537330?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8770663915299537330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8770663915299537330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/05/evidence-of-franklin-flooding.html' title='Evidence of Franklin Flooding'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S990oCgOnRI/AAAAAAAABUc/lVSZjCM7Yho/s72-c/DSC05152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-218936983924703031</id><published>2010-05-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:08:15.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Franklin Flooding</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, our little state has received unprecedented amounts of rainfall.  I am sure other places of TN have received more rain than we have in Franklin, but ours seems so much worse because it is our little town.  Families mere streets away are being evacuated by the National Guard and local emergency crews.  Friends a half a block away have 6 inches of water in their garage.  So far, we are dry inside.  The river is expected to crest Tuesday morning.  If the radar is to be believed, the worst is over.  But, there is the clean-up of it all.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see some crazy pictures, go to &lt;a href="http://www.tennessean.com/"&gt;The Tennessean&lt;/a&gt; and search the flood photos.  We live in Fieldstone Farms in Franklin, TN.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are off to bed.  No school tomorrow due to the fact that 35 street in Franklin are closed.  We have a canoe.  I thought the kids could get to school that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-218936983924703031?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/218936983924703031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/218936983924703031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/05/franklin-flooding.html' title='Franklin Flooding'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-784975502147831499</id><published>2010-04-28T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:14:46.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so incredibly far behind in blogging.  It is not from lack of fabulous stuff to blog about.  It is just from being exceedingly busy and fighting sheer exhaustion.  So, I am going to slowly make my back back to blogging.  Bare with me as I attempt to catch up!  I will start out slowly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Kat wants to bring a friend home from school with her on the bus.  As she was preparing to leave for the day, I told her that her room better be clean.  I hear her tromping up the stairs.  I am not sure if "tromping" is a strong enough word.  Does that word mean stomping as hard as humanly possible?  Because that girl can tromp.  Possibly louder than Matthew can and he is a beast :)  So, off she tromps.  Up the stairs and then down.  I tell her that I better not find all her stuff in her closet.  So, off she tromps.  Up the stairs and then down, again.  "I better not find your stuff shoved under your bed, either."  So, off she tromps.  Up the stairs and then down, again.  In the end, the joke was on me.  I didn't tell her I better not find her stuff stuffed under five blankets on her bed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S9hBVQF3F9I/AAAAAAAABRc/lpjs000mD3k/s400/DSC05143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465189981166704594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-784975502147831499?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/784975502147831499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/784975502147831499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-my-way.html' title='Lost My Way'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S9hBVQF3F9I/AAAAAAAABRc/lpjs000mD3k/s72-c/DSC05143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5527501790810736602</id><published>2010-04-14T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:51:08.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugliest Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); "&gt;My sister, Sara, recently posted a picture on her blog of the ugliest doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I agree, totally!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S8W5UcdqgMI/AAAAAAAABQM/hGOUcPCLacA/s320/doll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459973884145729730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I would like to submit the ugliest cat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S8W6BoZHI2I/AAAAAAAABQU/QhcYuTW0IuA/s320/DSC04460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459974660441973602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sara, I am sure we laughed as hard at this cat as you did with that doll :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5527501790810736602?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5527501790810736602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5527501790810736602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugliest-cat.html' title='Ugliest Cat'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S8W5UcdqgMI/AAAAAAAABQM/hGOUcPCLacA/s72-c/doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-1310091833039030594</id><published>2010-04-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:47:01.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to post that we are alive and well.  I have MUCH to post.  I also have MUCH to do like packing up a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to post shortly.  If anyone wants to come help me pack I will be able to post sooner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S8NcbwEveCI/AAAAAAAABPs/jgKbbDmvW6w/s1600/DSC04930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S8NcbwEveCI/AAAAAAAABPs/jgKbbDmvW6w/s320/DSC04930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459308805134186530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&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/9121613410028628835-1310091833039030594?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1310091833039030594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1310091833039030594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-wanted-to-post-that-we-are-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S8NcbwEveCI/AAAAAAAABPs/jgKbbDmvW6w/s72-c/DSC04930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6102849281315081101</id><published>2010-03-26T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T05:15:48.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture with my heart</title><content type='html'>Sadly, I am unable to take my beloved camera everywhere.  Case in point:  our LDS temple.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Matt and I helped with the Mia Maid and Deacon (fourteen and fifteen-year-old youth) temple trip.  When I say trip, I mean it is 4.5 minutes to our church house from our home and fourteen steps to the temple from there :)  But, that is what they call it...a temple trip!  Matt was needed for his priesthood and I was needed for my laundry skills.  Yes, in these small temples the youth group must bring their own laundress.  How funny is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat there, in-between the wash and dry cycles, I was able to watch Matthew baptize Ali for the dead.  What a wonderful experience it was.  I thought about our family units here on Earth and into the eternities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My understanding and belief in the temple promises have greatly increased over the past months and years.  Through the blessings of the temple and righteous living, we are promised life eternal.   As Matt and I speak of, and plan for, our sealing, it has been a concern for the children.  The kids are finally realizing that they are sealed to me and that I will be sealed to Matt which means they will also be sealed to Matthew.  Mostly we try to stress to them that we love each other, we love them and Heavenly Father loves them.  Heavenly Father will make sure everything is how it is supposed to be.  Heavenly Father loves us personally and knows the righteous desires of our hearts.  Even the desires of these three precious children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the picture taken with my heart:  it is of Matthew and Ali dressed in white, of Matthew using his Priesthood worthily and together they are helping others progress eternally.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6102849281315081101?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6102849281315081101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6102849281315081101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-with-my-heart.html' title='Picture with my heart'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3701214154279583681</id><published>2010-03-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:51:23.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwill Foreshadowing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night Luke, Matt and I prepared to play games while the girls were off doing church-y things.  Matt and I sped to finish the dishes and Luke set up our first game...Rummikub.  This particular edition of Rummikub was purchased at a Goodwill a few years ago.  We do own more than one edition :)  After Luke set the game up, he was looking at the box and then announced that I left an "e" off.  I told him I hadn't written anything on THAT box and asked what was on it.  On the Rummikub box, purchased at Goodwill years ago, was written this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S6d1SyLJOLI/AAAAAAAABPk/vCQpapdVFwA/s320/DSC04373.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451454839521884338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see that?  It says P*A*I*N.  I tell ya what, it was kind of freaky!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-3701214154279583681?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3701214154279583681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3701214154279583681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-luke-matt-and-i-prepared-to.html' title='Goodwill Foreshadowing?'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S6d1SyLJOLI/AAAAAAAABPk/vCQpapdVFwA/s72-c/DSC04373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6100346071996694332</id><published>2010-03-22T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:42:14.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck of the Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My WHOLE life I have looked for a four-leaf-clover.  Luke has done it within the first nine years of his life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very difficult time capturing the image.  Forgive the quality as it was near impossible for me to get it :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S6dzkBouuuI/AAAAAAAABPU/KAY_om_R3rQ/s320/DSC04374.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451452936707029730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6100346071996694332?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6100346071996694332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6100346071996694332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/03/luck-of-irish.html' title='Luck of the Irish'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S6dzkBouuuI/AAAAAAAABPU/KAY_om_R3rQ/s72-c/DSC04374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-717432372143367629</id><published>2010-03-04T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:38:00.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Humungous Thank You</title><content type='html'>Last Fall Ali wanted a new cell phone.  We told her she needed to wait a month or so for a contract to come up.  Well, she didn't want to wait.  She shelled out her own money and bought a cute, pink Razr.  Well, it was cute and pink, but clunky and slow.  She owned it a month before she started asking to trade phones with me.  I had a black EnV2.  Four months later and she was begging to trade with me.  Being the fabulously, wonderful mom that I am, I finally traded with her about a month ago.  Well, from day one I HATED that Razr.  Terrible phone.  Terrible, terrible, I tell you!  So, what did I do?  I complained to my mommy!  What did she do?  She bought herself new phone and sent me hers!!!  She will tell you she was going to buy a new one anyways...but I know she secretly did it just for me!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU, MOM!!!  YOU ARE THE BESTEST MOMMY :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was laying in bed playing with my "new" phone.  I noticed that all her old txt messages were still in there.  I felt a little guilty for looking and them and was going to just delete them all.  But, I looked at a few.  She has them going back almost a year.  Nope, she doesn't txt much :)  Many of the txts were from me.  But there were "I love you's" from my dad, pictures from my sister Dana of the twins, and "Call me NOW's" from my sister Sara.  Ha ha.  But, out of all of them there was one that made me laugh out loud almost to the point of falling out of bed.  It was from Sara's hubby Joe.  It simply says, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Are you breathing?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  How could I ever delete that txt??  Strangely enough, it doesn't even seem like a strange txt between those two.  Perfectly normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to write down a few to cherish as I will have to delete them to make room for all the ones I send and receive each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love having my mom's cell phone and Ali just txted me that she likes having her mommy's cell phone, too.  THIS is the true circle of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-717432372143367629?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/717432372143367629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/717432372143367629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/03/humungous-thank-you.html' title='A Humungous Thank You'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7664477430746116758</id><published>2010-03-04T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:12:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;This past week or so has been crazy busy.  So crazy busy we forgot to celebrate the year anniversary of Matt and I "finding" each other again.  A year a go this week, we started down the road that has lead us here:  married, raising three kids and an orange zebra, and buying a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It looked something like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sunday, March 01, 2009 12:25 AM  (from sunni to matt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hi Matt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hope you don't mind, I kind of "borrowed" your email address from my dad's address book :)  I hope I stole the correct address! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just wanted to let you know that Grandma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1267706742_3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sorensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; is dying.  We found out she was full of cancer last Saturday evening.  You were always so kind to her, I thought you might like to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hope you are well.  I hope you are happy.  How are you, anyways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sunni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Monday, March 02, 2009 8:44 AM  (from matt to sunni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in;  font-family:serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif, 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You did steal the right address, and I don’t mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#1F497D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am sorry to hear about your Grandma, she was a nice lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#1F497D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I took a look at your blog, your kids are getting so big.  Things here are going well we have contracts for the next year or so, which help keep my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1267706742_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;stress level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; lower.   It’s not real exciting here but generally that is good.  Last year I hiked the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1267706742_1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;grand canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; from the south rim to the north and then back again.  I haven’t decide for sure what will be the trip for this year.  How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#1F497D;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How ironic.  He said he hadn't decided what the trip for that coming year would be.  Boy, the past year has been a trip alright! A fabulous, magical, healing, exciting, fulfilling, exhausting, thrilling, completing trip.  I know I am right where I am supposed to be; doing the things I am supposed to be doing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love you, Matthew Timothy Paine.  I am glad I "borrowed" the correct email address from my dad one year ago.  It has been a great trip with you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4-xkQjY4fI/AAAAAAAABPM/uZN51uluCFU/s1600-h/sunni+paine+contact+rx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4-xkQjY4fI/AAAAAAAABPM/uZN51uluCFU/s320/sunni+paine+contact+rx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444765710991024626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7664477430746116758?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7664477430746116758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7664477430746116758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-look-back.html' title='A look back...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4-xkQjY4fI/AAAAAAAABPM/uZN51uluCFU/s72-c/sunni+paine+contact+rx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6732566995503688493</id><published>2010-02-26T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:08:43.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste Bud Hypothesis</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I decided to try a new recipe for dinner.  The kids get home at different times after school.  As each one arrived home, I asked them about their day and then gently added, "There are mushrooms in our dinner tonight."  I thought a little bit of warning would ease the reaction when I actually served the meal.  Well, it might have worked for some kids but not Kat.  She went on and on about &lt;i&gt;daring&lt;/i&gt; to serve mushrooms to her.  Finally, I explained to her that I got the recipe out of a cookbook written by a mom with ten kids who reported that this was her kid's FAVORITE meal.  Her response?  "That figures."  OK, I'll bite, "What does that mean, Kat?"  Well, she explained, Heavenly Father only gives each family 3,000 taste buds.  He knows how many kids will be born into each family and each kid is given a pre-determined number of taste buds.    So, while she, herself, was given 1,000 taste buds, a child born to THAT mom of ten was only given 300 taste buds.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I am not totally blaming Kat, I got a migraine after this conversation/explanation.  Kat is one of a kind and did NOT eat the mushrooms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6732566995503688493?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6732566995503688493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6732566995503688493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/taste-bud-hypothesis.html' title='Taste Bud Hypothesis'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-1961400103946462873</id><published>2010-02-23T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:20:09.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight, as I was preparing dinner, Luke was asking me a bunch of random questions.  I was answering them without thinking until I finally stopped and wondered what he was doing.  "Nothing mom, don't worry about it."  And then, he suddenly asked me to come and take pictures with him with the iphoto booth.  As we sat there taking pictures, he piped up with, "Don't worry, Mom, I don't need these for school or anything.  But, could you email them to teacher?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty sure THAT one won't be able to pull off lying to us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4f0YNBs6WI/AAAAAAAABO8/7RMC8hrMnVk/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+16.19+%232.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442587371351370082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-1961400103946462873?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1961400103946462873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1961400103946462873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/tonight-as-i-was-preparing-dinner-luke.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4f0YNBs6WI/AAAAAAAABO8/7RMC8hrMnVk/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+16.19+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2446534796586346360</id><published>2010-02-20T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:49:41.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where, oh, Where Has My Zebra Gone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4CQrT8sIOI/AAAAAAAABOs/fU1fH8kx1rQ/s400/DSC04199.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440507423627157730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What? He is in the Rubbermade container?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4CQrpzipTI/AAAAAAAABO0/rf2eyaedtoI/s1600-h/DSC04204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4CQrpzipTI/AAAAAAAABO0/rf2eyaedtoI/s1600-h/DSC04204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4CQrpzipTI/AAAAAAAABO0/rf2eyaedtoI/s400/DSC04204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440507429494367538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9121613410028628835-2446534796586346360?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2446534796586346360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2446534796586346360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-oh-where-has-my-kitty-gone.html' title='Where, oh, Where Has My Zebra Gone??'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S4CQrT8sIOI/AAAAAAAABOs/fU1fH8kx1rQ/s72-c/DSC04199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5661458405799636956</id><published>2010-02-19T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T06:39:55.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Gladiator</title><content type='html'>Papa gave us this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOtrVYd6w9U"&gt;DVD&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas.  At that time it wasn't on YouTube.  I hope whoever uploaded it did it legally!  This short film is so delightful.  We have spent hours watching it.  It will only take six minutes of your day, but I bet you will watch it more than once!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5661458405799636956?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5661458405799636956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5661458405799636956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/pajama-gladiator.html' title='Pajama Gladiator'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7413537527781639619</id><published>2010-02-18T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T06:48:40.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread Baking Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What did I do today? Baked bread!! I tried Sara's wheat bread recipe this time around. I also, as luck would have it, stumbled upon a English Muffin Bread recipe!  I have been looking for one for about ten months.  And where did I find it?  In a cookbook I own.  Go figure.  Matt loves English Muffin Bread and I hadn't found a recipe for it.  It is so yummy.  I could have eaten the whole loaf....but I didn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this bread was baked by 10:00.  How efficient am I?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S36kFEfABoI/AAAAAAAABOc/mOzk1Y_mU_I/s400/DSC04197.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439965806920205954" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S36kFc1Q3QI/AAAAAAAABOk/fRXaHJTaiRI/s1600-h/DSC04196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S36kFc1Q3QI/AAAAAAAABOk/fRXaHJTaiRI/s400/DSC04196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439965813456035074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9121613410028628835-7413537527781639619?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7413537527781639619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7413537527781639619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/bread-baking-day.html' title='Bread Baking Day'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S36kFEfABoI/AAAAAAAABOc/mOzk1Y_mU_I/s72-c/DSC04197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-825895002030470522</id><published>2010-02-18T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:11:04.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Look at Our Week</title><content type='html'>The kids are back at school.  Were yesterday, also.  I like it better when they are home with me!  Oliver isn't very good at playing games and just gives me blank stares when I talk to him.  Yes, I am a crazy cat lady!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew turned 38 this week.  Sorry, Dear, was that a secret?  The kids decided he "wanted" to go to Steak and Shake for his birthday dinner...so we did :)  Someone asked us if Matt really wanted to go there and I informed them that Matt has had 38 years of free agency and that has abruptly come to an end.  No one with children has free agency!!!  He was a very good sport and we had a great time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got him Jelly Bellies and a poster with all the words we collected from family, friends and co-workers.  He was very surprised by all the kind words and could actually guess who donated which words.  True to my promise, I have not reveiled the identity of the two co-workers who contributed words.  But, they were some of the best words given!!  Feel free to identify yourselves!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the birthday celebrations, we are having a relatively quiet week.  Track is going well for Ali.  Kat continues her unit on the solar system.  She is going to Mars one day, didn't you know!  Luke has passed off all his multiplication tables and now working hard on division.  Up next for us is Solo and Ensamble, the science fair and Pinewood Derby.  We feel everything will lean toward our favor as we have an engineer in our pocket to help with the science fair and Pinewood Derby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt continues to be the "smartest person in the world" and a fabulous father figure.  He went into work a bit later just so Ali and her friend could talk in his car after he drove car pool.  The children love Matt.  I tried to buy their love yesterday by purchasing straws at the store.  They love straws.  They loved me more for half a second and then returned their adoration to Matt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is about it from the Paine household.  What?  What was that you said?  There is a chance of snow over the weekend?!?!  Well, keep that info to yourselves.  We need to stay in school and finish the year on schedule! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-825895002030470522?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/825895002030470522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/825895002030470522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/brief-look-at-our-week.html' title='Brief Look at Our Week'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2593562683232105739</id><published>2010-02-16T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:11:21.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hello Williamson County parents and staff. This is Carol Birdsong. Members of the Williamson County Schools transportation department and their spotters have been out assessing road conditions this afternoon, and they are reporting that we have a great number of secondary streets and rural roads in all parts of the county that are still covered with snow and ice. So, while we want to get back to school tomorrow, we have determined that we cannot safely transport students tomorrow. So, school will be closed in Williamson County tomorrow, Tuesday, February 16. Again, no school in Williamson County tomorrow, February 16. Thank you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Three more snow days and we are going to school during our summer vacation!&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/9121613410028628835-2593562683232105739?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2593562683232105739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2593562683232105739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-7.html' title='Snow Day #7'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2003756544636243847</id><published>2010-02-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:00:05.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Matthew!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3mJbQVSxqI/AAAAAAAABOU/GpR_NSNiO_0/s1600-h/0001th.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3mJbQVSxqI/AAAAAAAABOU/GpR_NSNiO_0/s400/0001th.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438529126360336034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9121613410028628835-2003756544636243847?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2003756544636243847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2003756544636243847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-matthew.html' title='Happy Birthday Matthew!!'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3mJbQVSxqI/AAAAAAAABOU/GpR_NSNiO_0/s72-c/0001th.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6810999784906907740</id><published>2010-02-12T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:28:20.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's Valentine's Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember the days when we made our Valentine's boxes in school?  That was probably one of my most favorite part of school.  All that glue, glitter, lacy hearts, sequins, etc.  And the mess!  We had glitter in our school carpet for weeks!!  Sadly, my kids have never experienced that kind of wonder.  They have to make their boxes at home, with boring ol' me!  It is a terrible tragedy.  I am not a crafty person and don't have great stuff laying around to make a glamorous box.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke is the only one still in the Valentine Box stage.  And this year, his took a little different direction.  Matt is a scuba diver and instructor.  He gets this fabulous, high gloss magazine every month.  We decided this year it would be fun to make Luke's box an ocean of sorts.  We had everything planned except the opening.  My vote was just for a slit in the top.  Luke's vote was for a drawbridge.  Of coarse, a draw bridge.  I told him a slit would be easier.  He turned to me and replied, "It's ok, Mom.  We have Matthew this year.  He can do it."  After some planning and measuring, the drawbridge was made.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Luke got out of the car this morning, he surveyed other kid's boxes and turned to me and reported, "My box doesn't look like anyone else's."  It was said with a lot of pride.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3VudyZ8Z9I/AAAAAAAABNc/0oxZqRUF6sI/s400/DSC04161.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437373583145592786" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3VueN9FG4I/AAAAAAAABNk/LeayJZ4SlDQ/s400/DSC04162.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437373590540721026" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3Vue8vFhRI/AAAAAAAABN0/f6oBrfhhvTk/s1600-h/DSC04164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3Vue8vFhRI/AAAAAAAABN0/f6oBrfhhvTk/s400/DSC04164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437373603098494226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3Vueui0Z_I/AAAAAAAABNs/oQ5Ll-onCNE/s400/DSC04163.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437373599288944626" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6810999784906907740?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6810999784906907740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6810999784906907740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/lukes-valentines-box.html' title='Luke&apos;s Valentine&apos;s Box'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3VudyZ8Z9I/AAAAAAAABNc/0oxZqRUF6sI/s72-c/DSC04161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3906510716662168310</id><published>2010-02-11T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:27:11.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Theatre Holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Recently I have seen this decorated door in our neighborhood. I couldn't fully see it but it has fascinated me because it has the comedy and tragedy faces on it.  I was worried I had forgotten to wish my dad some sort of "happy theatre day!" Yesterday I  finally snuck up and took a picture of it.  Now that I see it enlarged I realize it is for Mardi Gras.  I liked the "happy theatre day" better.  So....&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy Theatre Day, Dad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3Vx1_Sg6JI/AAAAAAAABN8/6uXegUJ2w_M/s1600-h/DSC04159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3Vx1_Sg6JI/AAAAAAAABN8/6uXegUJ2w_M/s400/DSC04159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437377297455835282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-3906510716662168310?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3906510716662168310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3906510716662168310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-theatre-holiday.html' title='A New Theatre Holiday?'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3Vx1_Sg6JI/AAAAAAAABN8/6uXegUJ2w_M/s72-c/DSC04159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6954756588696466803</id><published>2010-02-10T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:03:46.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My husband loves numbers. Luke loves numbers. We have all become much more aware of numbers since we became a family :) This pictures is for my prime number loving husband!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I posted this Luke said, "Do you know 2 is the only even prime number?"  Yes, we talk about numbers a whole lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3VtibPp0dI/AAAAAAAABNU/hhD223YXSG4/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3VtibPp0dI/AAAAAAAABNU/hhD223YXSG4/s400/DSC04157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437372563316134354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6954756588696466803?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6954756588696466803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6954756588696466803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3VtibPp0dI/AAAAAAAABNU/hhD223YXSG4/s72-c/DSC04157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2928182470199909261</id><published>2010-02-09T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:31:04.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Snow Day and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week we had our 6th snow day. There are 10 built into the schedule before we start into the summer vacation days. But the way we are going....we might just use all 10!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3Vsj2EPyYI/AAAAAAAABM0/jFYsafanaPY/s400/DSC04148.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437371488184289666" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3V0CnKhZ3I/AAAAAAAABOE/PJGXjN89T4k/s400/DSC04153.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437379713341417330" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3VskXdn-gI/AAAAAAAABM8/6NeMOLVBSQU/s400/DSC04151.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437371497149102594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9121613410028628835-2928182470199909261?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2928182470199909261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2928182470199909261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/6th-snow-day-and-counting.html' title='6th Snow Day and counting...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S3Vsj2EPyYI/AAAAAAAABM0/jFYsafanaPY/s72-c/DSC04148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6743879536310461528</id><published>2010-02-08T06:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:44:55.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrement Meeting</title><content type='html'>Ali played Come, Come Ye Saints in Sacrament Meeting today.  If we could find a new Hymn arrangement, she would play a new song!  Good thing we are in a new ward.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did a phenomenal job.  The best I have ever heard her play.  &lt;a href="http://www.brettraymond.com/"&gt;Brett Raymond&lt;/a&gt; accompanied her.  They really work well together.  He realizes that the way she plays it is the way she wants to play it...regardless of the music at times!  Good thing he can arrange around her :)  Hopefully we can get him or &lt;a href="http://www.randykartchner.com/Home/Biography.aspx"&gt;Randy Kartchner&lt;/a&gt; (also in our ward) to arrange some  new music for her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone left this comment on their facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;"heard the BEST Sacrament Meeting musical number ever today! Thanks to Ali (14 yr. old flute GENIUS!) and Brett (best pianist ever!)...it was truly "heaven on earth" and made my heart swell!"&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/9121613410028628835-6743879536310461528?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6743879536310461528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6743879536310461528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/sacrement-meeting.html' title='Sacrement Meeting'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4333667049900746553</id><published>2010-02-06T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:35:27.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver the Terrible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...pretending to be sweet :)  This is Oliver's favorite place to be right now.  He curls up in the basket for hours and hours a day.  We can carry him anywhere we want and just stays curled up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S23uaGnylDI/AAAAAAAABMk/hLG5N53ez4A/s1600-h/DSC04147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S23uaGnylDI/AAAAAAAABMk/hLG5N53ez4A/s400/DSC04147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435262457527571506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S23uZ9FvgyI/AAAAAAAABMc/TeJC1m73fbM/s400/DSC04146.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435262454968845090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9121613410028628835-4333667049900746553?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4333667049900746553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4333667049900746553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/oliver-terrible_06.html' title='Oliver the Terrible...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S23uaGnylDI/AAAAAAAABMk/hLG5N53ez4A/s72-c/DSC04147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3568595214251332414</id><published>2010-02-05T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:15:24.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver the Terrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Husband,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you told me to be the bigger "person" when it comes to dealing with our zebra, Oliver. Why is it you sound so much like my dad at times?  You both love to be the bigger person and rise above things. But, I digress.  Back to the issue at hand:  the zebra.  He is driving me crazy.  Please see the below photos as vidence.  These were all taken within a five minute period.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later today, when you receive a package that is kind of wiggly, just accept it.  I don't want to ruin the surprise for you....but it will be an orange zebra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Wife, mother of an orange zebra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2wptSKrU1I/AAAAAAAABMU/6mDmJUUq0yM/s1600-h/DSC04136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2wptSKrU1I/AAAAAAAABMU/6mDmJUUq0yM/s400/DSC04136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434764708276818770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2wpsZpqruI/AAAAAAAABMM/tcrrA6Ktkps/s400/DSC04135.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434764693105979106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2wpr7rBvJI/AAAAAAAABME/1sbb-gQsCBA/s400/DSC04133.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434764685058620562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2wpra7vTgI/AAAAAAAABL8/80IWRngDR38/s400/DSC04128.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434764676270345730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9121613410028628835-3568595214251332414?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3568595214251332414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3568595214251332414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/oliver-terrible.html' title='Oliver the Terrible'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2wptSKrU1I/AAAAAAAABMU/6mDmJUUq0yM/s72-c/DSC04136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-1247540587179715365</id><published>2010-02-03T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:59:33.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dooped by the Twelve Year Olds</title><content type='html'>Monday was a "snow day."  Kat invited friends over to play...I mean hang out.  By four o'clock that afternoon school was canceled for the following day.  "Can my friends sleep over?" was Kat's immediate response.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About ten minutes after Matt and I had given her permission for her friends to spend the night one of the girls came downstairs in her very own, personal PJs.  Matt and I looked at each other at the same moment realizing what had happened:  somehow Kat had planned this all along and the girls had brought their stuff from the very beginning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-1247540587179715365?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1247540587179715365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1247540587179715365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/dooped-by-twelve-year-olds.html' title='Dooped by the Twelve Year Olds'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7870638426847517794</id><published>2010-02-01T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:50:44.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Winter Break"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today begins day four that we are all home together.  School has been cancelled.  Church has been cancelled.  When the school called yesterday, at 2:00 pm, to cancel school for today, I was a little stressed out.  I actually told the kids the call was to remind them there was school the following day.  I decided to worry about the fall-out of that lie when they got to school today and it was empty.  But, I forgot to factor in texting, instant messaging and facebooking.  My lie lasted 1.5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nashville must have some of the best weather people around.  They forecast snow, the school district cancels school and IT SNOWS.  How often, in the real world, are the weather people actually correct?  I have been dumbfounded three times now to have school cancelled with blue skies and snow shows up the following day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young, this is what it looked like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were two criteria for which school could be called off due to severe winter weather conditions.  The first was so many inches of new snow.  Sadly, I am forgetting the number, but I am sure it was around 6-12 inches of new snow.  The second condition was if it was 20 degrees (or more) below zero.  Did I mention I grew up in Idaho?  I remember kids driving snow mobiles to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there was chatter around school (not internet chatter) about bad weather coming, we would get very excited about school getting cancelled.  Just like the kids of today, we would plan and scheme about what we would do with a free day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning of the expected school closure found us kids up and huddled around the radio, tuned to an AM station starting at 5:30 AM, praying for Madison School District to be called among the closed schools.  Sometimes we would have to wait 30+ minutes for an announcement as the district had until 6 AM to make a decision regarding the school being closed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might be wondering if it was often our little hearts were made happy by our superintendent.  Well, it wasn't often enough!  One winter we were SO happy because it was 20 below for like two weeks IN A ROW!!  And what did the school district do?  They changed the 20 below number to 40 below and made us only get a "late" start @ 20 below!!!!  They didn't get a lot of love from us after that little change.  You see, in Rexburg, you could bank on multiple days out due to negative 20 degrees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, in the South, they figure it is best to be prepared and cancel school 24 hours ahead of time!  It is very comical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have we been doing with our unscheduled "winter" break you might wonder?  We have played games, eaten, played with friends, played in the snow, eaten some more, went to Costco to buy more food, played more games, made a rule about ONLY playing card games as board games take way too long and we kill each other by the end, tried to watch a sacrament meeting on BYU TV with no success (yes, the kids were VERY sad about that one, made zip-lines from the upstairs to the downstairs for our Littlest Pet Shops,  made snow frogs, read, watched movies, updated our facebook pictures, txted, im-ed, practiced the flute and now...blogged.  I would just like to add that Oliver has been &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;on on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Matt told me that I am the adult human and that I should just find a way to deal with Oliver.  Yeah, right!  Oliver can be evil!!!  One day the world will know of his evil not and not say, "He is SO cute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Here is the zip-line Kat made.  Unfortunately Kat fired her mechanical engineer as he did not live up to her expectations :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCzEaJGpI/AAAAAAAABLU/pRzlzQrhpY4/s320/DSC04120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433314551825767058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Here is the boy and his snow frogs :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCjWin8vI/AAAAAAAABKs/J5Af4WupvjE/s320/DSC04096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433314281815274226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCkCE3hfI/AAAAAAAABLE/iEzX_TBB390/s320/DSC04112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433314293501625842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCkCE3hfI/AAAAAAAABLE/iEzX_TBB390/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCkCE3hfI/AAAAAAAABLE/iEzX_TBB390/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCkCE3hfI/AAAAAAAABLE/iEzX_TBB390/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cEP6JL2yI/AAAAAAAABLk/1xtZ3mHOCBc/s320/DSC04117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433316146798123810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;And last, but by no means least....Oliver the Devil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cEQASG93I/AAAAAAAABLs/_c9pVrVi7Xk/s320/DSC04057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433316148446164850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCjtyAvVI/AAAAAAAABK0/TT8VWvs_Cas/s320/DSC04068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433314288053828946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCj8v0SZI/AAAAAAAABK8/1hC5RSaX_9g/s320/DSC04070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433314292071156114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I guess we will repeat everything today and hope we are getting up and on the bus by 6:30 tomorrow morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7870638426847517794?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7870638426847517794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7870638426847517794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-break.html' title='&quot;Winter Break&quot;'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S2cCzEaJGpI/AAAAAAAABLU/pRzlzQrhpY4/s72-c/DSC04120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-526328608153674692</id><published>2010-01-26T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:20:18.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyer Beware!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I planned for two weeks to go check out this store down the road about 45 minutes.  I wanted to get the advertised ceramic pan.  IF I have been a Barbie doll, it would have been perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S17rrqYlA_I/AAAAAAAABKc/6yCF1dP494c/s1600-h/DSC04050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S17rrqYlA_I/AAAAAAAABKc/6yCF1dP494c/s320/DSC04050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431037335999677426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-526328608153674692?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/526328608153674692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/526328608153674692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/buyer-beware.html' title='Buyer Beware!!'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S17rrqYlA_I/AAAAAAAABKc/6yCF1dP494c/s72-c/DSC04050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4524273898338187347</id><published>2010-01-24T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T04:52:46.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids must be getting iPhones younger and younger these days if these are the kinds of messages I am getting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gdhxhxhdbdbxbzhh.  Dhhhjeieoejrhri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-4524273898338187347?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4524273898338187347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4524273898338187347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/iphones.html' title='iPhones'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-8127163720909881008</id><published>2010-01-21T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:13:11.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>I L*O*V*E pictures:  looking at, taking (have taken roughly 8,000 in the pasts two years) and editing them.  My husband gave me a very precious gift:  pictures.  He rescued hundreds of my old pictures and some home movies &lt;i&gt;(just a few of those as I have been told our physical collection of home movies is "lost")&lt;/i&gt; off of my old desk top computer.  The computer itself is inoperable.  He had to use sneaky spy stuff (I pretend he is working with &lt;i&gt;Chuck&lt;/i&gt;) to locate and extract these images for me.  It took him hours upon hours.  I hope he knows how much it means to me.  They irreplaceable memories.  I heart you, Matt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS  Prepare to see posts of old pictures!!!  Ha hA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-8127163720909881008?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8127163720909881008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8127163720909881008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-8564627152934413380</id><published>2010-01-19T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:05:44.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Over the weekend, the kids were scanning some older pictures so we will have a digital copy of them.  I thought I had picked up the folder of Matt's mission pictures.  But, I picked up a folder with, among other pictures, included some of Matt's old girlfriend.  The kids were quick to tell me that I was cuter than his old girlfriend but that I was NOT cuter than this particular person Matt has kissed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1XFGEpnexI/AAAAAAAABKU/6VQtLp5PvpM/s1600-h/mattew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1XFGEpnexI/AAAAAAAABKU/6VQtLp5PvpM/s400/mattew.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I can't be cuter than the dolphin, I will be content to know that I am cuter and smarter than the old girlfriend since I realized what a great husband and dad Matt would make!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love this picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Among the pictures we also found my brother's engagement picture and a picture of my dad and grandma taken in my parent's Park Street house about 16 yeas ago.  Sometimes it is so crazy Matt shares so much of my history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-8564627152934413380?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8564627152934413380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/8564627152934413380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-back.html' title='A look back...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1XFGEpnexI/AAAAAAAABKU/6VQtLp5PvpM/s72-c/mattew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-1791472009448912015</id><published>2010-01-15T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:43:29.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby Lobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1Ddq7o831I/AAAAAAAABKM/K0X8Ew5MnwY/s1600-h/DSC03966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1Ddq7o831I/AAAAAAAABKM/K0X8Ew5MnwY/s400/DSC03966.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;I saw these &lt;i&gt;lovely&lt;/i&gt; items today at Hobby Lobby.  They are labeled "Spring Fever."  I am just telling you right here, right now, I would need a fever of some sort to use these items in my home and I am pretty sure it wouldn't be Spring Fever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;OK.  Two funny stories about Hobby Lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;#1  My sister, Sara, is the queen of sewing and crafts.  I am pretty sure her husband has invested in Hobby Lobby stock.  I guess she goes there so often her oldest daughter, Libby, has developed a serious dislike of it.  Just to add fuel to that fire (cause that is was we Sorensen's do: slightly torment our children with love) Sara has started calling Hobby Lobby "Libby Lobby" and I have been assured that Libby hates it with a capital H!!  I hope to one day see the fit that is thrown when Sara says "Libby Lobby."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;#2  Today, after I captured that lovely picture above, I was looking at patterns.  I had txted my darling husband that I was next door to his work at Hobby Lobby.  When he isn't busy, he sneaks over and we make-out in the fabric department :)  Well, today he basically told me he was too busy with a circuit board to run over.  I sat and looked at patterns for a while, feeling sorry for myself that I didn't get to see Matt.  After I chose a pattern, I got up to go choose fabric and ran smack dab into Matt's arms.  I screamed slightly, but in a good way.  Later, when Kat got home she asked what I did today.  I told her of my Hobby Lobby trip and how Matthew scared me.  Her response was, "Well, at least we know Matthew is a good husband."  What's up with that?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/9121613410028628835-1791472009448912015?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1791472009448912015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1791472009448912015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/hobby-lobby.html' title='Hobby Lobby'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1Ddq7o831I/AAAAAAAABKM/K0X8Ew5MnwY/s72-c/DSC03966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7018719694025179585</id><published>2010-01-15T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:21:33.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ali, Kat and Luke have been very blessed with cousins in their lives.  They have fabulous cousins on the Olson and Sorensen side whom they love and are loved by.  Recently they inherited some new cousins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size:large;"&gt;And they are a bunch of Paines :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size:large;"&gt; Matt has a cousin, Jeff, and his wife, Carolyn, that live here in Franklin.  Matt works with Jeff.  They have six wonderful children.  They all took to each other right away.  We love hanging out with them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;These pictures are from the company Christmas party that was held January 6th.  Yes, a bit after Christmas, but we were all too busy to party before then!  It is fun to see the way the kids gravitate towards each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZpV9_GNI/AAAAAAAABJs/Crny8S5YvbY/s1600-h/DSC03849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZpV9_GNI/AAAAAAAABJs/Crny8S5YvbY/s400/DSC03849.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Erica, Ali and Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZpswOfdI/AAAAAAAABJ0/jqNpjV_i144/s1600-h/DSC03853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZpswOfdI/AAAAAAAABJ0/jqNpjV_i144/s400/DSC03853.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Benjamin, Jared and Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benjamin had just eaten some jalapenos and was crying!  True story :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZp-xIOiI/AAAAAAAABJ8/iKaSevcE_r0/s1600-h/DSC03854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZp-xIOiI/AAAAAAAABJ8/iKaSevcE_r0/s400/DSC03854.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rebecca and Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZqUd8chI/AAAAAAAABKE/ogJHkv_C62Q/s1600-h/DSC03855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZqUd8chI/AAAAAAAABKE/ogJHkv_C62Q/s400/DSC03855.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Soon to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;r Ethan Paine.  Ethan is headed to Baltimore in March to serve a two year mission for the LDS church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&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/9121613410028628835-7018719694025179585?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7018719694025179585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7018719694025179585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/paine-cousins.html' title='New Cousins'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S1DZpV9_GNI/AAAAAAAABJs/Crny8S5YvbY/s72-c/DSC03849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7346519205351315348</id><published>2010-01-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:40:12.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Christmas Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S0370mgQpKI/AAAAAAAABH0/vpstrK-Y5vw/s400/DSC03963.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S0370HhU8KI/AAAAAAAABHk/sZGrWVAayHs/s400/DSC03959.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;At the top is my "Dictionary" and Thesaurus.  Below that is Dictionary and her boyfriend whom we have named, you guessed it, Thesaurus :)  Aren't they cute together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S0370XbCYYI/AAAAAAAABHs/Znxb2mGIb7w/s400/DSC03960.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;This is the dang cute Yahtzee game Sara made for us.  I forgot to take a picture of the cute dice.  You might asked why I don't just take it now and add it.  Well, I am in a current battle with my photo program.  It seems to only have one way to upload pictures.  I get one shot and that is it.  So, when I win the battle, and MATT will, I will add a picture of the dice to this post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S03704eFRUI/AAAAAAAABH8/in_WqHttESA/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S03704eFRUI/AAAAAAAABH8/in_WqHttESA/s400/IMG_0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is a picture of the screen of Kat's iTouch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Ali must have taken her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; to school as I can't find it to take a picture of.  Matt has the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;elephant art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; hung in his cubicle.  So, I will get pictures of those items later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;I did try to upload other pictures of Christmas presents, but these are the only ones that Picasa decided I should be able to post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&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/9121613410028628835-7346519205351315348?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7346519205351315348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7346519205351315348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-christmas-presents.html' title='Some Christmas Presents'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S0370mgQpKI/AAAAAAAABH0/vpstrK-Y5vw/s72-c/DSC03963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6283461240580383425</id><published>2010-01-13T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:45:20.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablecloth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;While my parents were here, my mom commented on our tablecloth.  I told her it was easy to clean up as it was laminated.  Now, I can't swear to this, but I am pretty sure I heard her lean over to my dad and say, "I think she means it is vinyl."  When I was at Bed, Bath and Beyond the other day, I took this picture of the packaging :)  While I was at it, I bought a vinyl tablecloth!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S034IfDddGI/AAAAAAAABHU/MBEQbc_83ks/s1600-h/DSC03845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S034IfDddGI/AAAAAAAABHU/MBEQbc_83ks/s400/DSC03845.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/9121613410028628835-6283461240580383425?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6283461240580383425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6283461240580383425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/tablecloth.html' title='Tablecloth'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S034IfDddGI/AAAAAAAABHU/MBEQbc_83ks/s72-c/DSC03845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7930274002122924365</id><published>2010-01-13T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:42:00.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Minds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;For Luke's birthday, back in November, we gave Luke a rocket.  Matt picked it out.  He said he loved rockets when he was younger.  Since he does some work for the defense department, I think it is safe to say he is still fascinated with such things!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;They have been working on this rocket for weeks.  This is a couple of pictures of one day of work.  In the second one, Luke is holding a blow dryer to help dry one of the fins.  The next step is spray painting it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;We can hardly wait to launch it!  Don't worry, we will capture it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Next up...Pinewood Derby.   Yes, the boys are already planning and scheming....but, we won't blog any plans since we don't want to to tip the competition off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S032odI7-eI/AAAAAAAABG8/f9dDRsXvmjU/s1600-h/DSC03839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S032odI7-eI/AAAAAAAABG8/f9dDRsXvmjU/s400/DSC03839.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S032osUPnPI/AAAAAAAABHE/mxuSsrbkgR0/s1600-h/DSC03840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S032osUPnPI/AAAAAAAABHE/mxuSsrbkgR0/s400/DSC03840.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/9121613410028628835-7930274002122924365?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7930274002122924365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7930274002122924365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-minds.html' title='Great Minds...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S032odI7-eI/AAAAAAAABG8/f9dDRsXvmjU/s72-c/DSC03839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3645590028352480258</id><published>2010-01-13T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:33:30.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YW Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;It is back....YW basketball. This time we have two daughters on the roster. Yes, folks, Kat is playing basketball!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Unfortunately I seemed to have been in a bad location for picture taking as evidenced by the bishop's head in every picture, the poor quality of pictures due to the shadows I was sitting in and the fact that I didn't get any pictures of Kat the Great :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Kat has the fabulous play:  get the ball and throw it as fast and hard as possible to Ali.  It worked pretty well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;They won their first game.  Hurray!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;I promise better pictures this coming week.  But, enjoy these great shots of Ali for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030kh39c1I/AAAAAAAABGc/2o4rzyQcvnw/s1600-h/DSC03859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030kh39c1I/AAAAAAAABGc/2o4rzyQcvnw/s400/DSC03859.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030k1wG5OI/AAAAAAAABGk/DyxlOpLBxU8/s1600-h/DSC03864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030k1wG5OI/AAAAAAAABGk/DyxlOpLBxU8/s400/DSC03864.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030lHYZcfI/AAAAAAAABGs/_OwxCnRr3_4/s1600-h/DSC03867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030lHYZcfI/AAAAAAAABGs/_OwxCnRr3_4/s400/DSC03867.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030leV4beI/AAAAAAAABG0/nQMgLAZrjzM/s1600-h/DSC03908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030leV4beI/AAAAAAAABG0/nQMgLAZrjzM/s400/DSC03908.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/9121613410028628835-3645590028352480258?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3645590028352480258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3645590028352480258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/yw-basketball.html' title='YW Basketball'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/S030kh39c1I/AAAAAAAABGc/2o4rzyQcvnw/s72-c/DSC03859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7968228489641954173</id><published>2010-01-11T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:57:49.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Prayer</title><content type='html'>Each evening, well, most, we gather for family scripture study and family prayer.  After we read out of 2 Nephi, Matthew asked Luke to say the prayer.  Luke is nine and is plenty able to pray on his own.  Yet, he asked me to help him pray.  So, I started singing, "Heavenly Father, are you really there?"  After a brief pause, Kat piped in, "YES."  After we all stopped laughing, she said she wasn't going to wait for Luke to get an answer to that question right now.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids.  How dull life would be without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7968228489641954173?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7968228489641954173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7968228489641954173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-prayer.html' title='Family Prayer'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4089949606390397302</id><published>2010-01-01T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:28:25.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We welcome you 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-4089949606390397302?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4089949606390397302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4089949606390397302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-1867040300394271818</id><published>2009-12-29T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:16:09.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve/Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warning:  A lot of words+no pictures=possibly a boring post!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After spending four days with us, my mom and dad traveled on to visit my sister, Sara, in Bloomington, IN.  Well, actually, my mom left here, arrived in Bloomington and checked herself into the hospital.  It was not a fun few days for them.  My mom  handled it all like the trooper that she is.  She only got one full day with my sister and her family until they had to head back here in preparation for their departure Christmas morning.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In preparing for Christmas, we asked Matt if there were any traditions he had while growing up.  The one he mentioned that the kids latched onto was the "Grandma bought pizza on Christmas Eve."  So, the kids told Nana she HAD to buy pizza for us on Christmas Eve cuz Matt said :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana and Papa arrived back in Franklin around 5 pm on Christmas Eve.  We had a great evening.  We ate the required pizza, read Luke 2 and Christmas stories, we watched some great BYU short animation movies (over and over and over they were that good!) and opened presents from Nana and Papa.  As usual, they spoiled us!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a toaster oven, which we all love and adore.  I also got a cookbook and Matt got a wallet and some glass dishes.  I have to tell you.  I think the glass dishes are his new favorite thing.  I have been sending his lunch in just plastic bowls and I guess the other boys have glass bowls.  Well, now he is the "same as the other boys" and is feeling much better about himself!  Among other things....Ali got a backpack,  Kat got an iTunes card and  Luke got Lincoln Logs.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Nana and Papa were falling asleep where they sat so we tried to hustle them off to bed.  Did I mention their flight was for 6 AM Christmas morning?  'Of coarse you got a good deal on the tickets, Nana, who else wants to fly at 6 AM Christmas morning?!?!?' After we got Nana settled, my men and I wrapped the remaining gifts.  I hope the best part of Matt's Christmas was getting it all ready for the kids.  He seemed to have a great time.  He was there for almost every gift purchase and wrapping.  Sans his own, of coarse!  Matt, Papa and I were up till well past 11 pm, but we had a good time talking and laughing.  Some of the laughing I didn't get filled in on until the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side-note:  As I have mentioned before in this blog, Matt has know my parents for years, even decades.  He loves them.  He has loved them independent of me for almost &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  And they have loved him.  It is so easy for all of us to be together.  There was no adjustment period.  Maybe a brief period of redefining roles from very good friends to parents and son, but nothing  that was difficult or uncomfortable.  Ok, back to the story.  At least I warned you this was going to be a boring post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas morning we got up at 3:30 AM and got ready to head to Nashville airport.  The roads were dead and so was the airport.  Dead, I tell you, dead.  Telling my parents goodbye is always very difficult.  I love them so much.  So very, very much.  My mom said it was easier to leave me this time because she saw my life and saw how  much Matt loves the kids and myself.  She knows we are being well taken care of.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Matt and I got back home, we climbed in bed for a little while.  A very, little while!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are good and bad things about the kids getting older.  They sleep in a little more, but they are getting "bigger" gifts and so they get fewer items to open.  And in the case of our teenager, she already knew what was in every single present.  Please tell me we aren't the only parents who let their teenager pick all their gifts!  There is really much less gift returning that way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali got a pink camera with a pink case from Santa.  We also gave her the book &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Boy in the Stripped Pajamas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and a purple pea coat.  Ali also got a card and money from Grandma and Grandpa Paine who are serving a mission in Scotland and some PJ's from Grandma and Grandpa Olson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat got a iTouch from Santa.  She also got some shoes (that have been retuned and no replacement found) and the book &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  Kat also got a card and money from Grandma and Grandpa Paine and a dress from Grandma and Grandpa Olson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke got a "real" remote control car from Santa.  It should last until adulthood!  He also got PJs (that have been given to a friend cause the tags were removed before he tried them on and found them to be far too small) and a paper airplane book.  Luke also got a card and money from Grandma and Grandpa Paine and a Lego's car from Grandma and Grandpa Olson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave Matt an "elephant art" picture.  He has always wanted one.  Kind of crazy, I know.  Who came up with putting a paint brush in an elephant's mouth and letting them paint?  I was going to put a paint brush in the kid's mouth and let them paint, but the kids told me it HAD to be elephant art!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a thesaurus from Matt and the pink snow leopard Webkinz from the children.  This is where part of the laughing came from the night before during the present wrapping time with Papa and Matthew.  Ever since we moved here, I have been moaning about my dictionary.  It is falling apart and actually was when I bought it from a used book store.  So, Matt decided he was going to buy me a new dictionary for Christmas.  When he took it out of the bag to wrap it on Christmas Eve, he realized he had accidentally picked up the thesaurus that had been laying right next to it!  Matt was so sad he had bought the wrong item, that when I opened the Webkinz right after the mistakenly given thesaurus, I promptly named the Webkinz Dictionary!  And,  yes, I now have my own Webkinz account and everything!  Her legal name is Dictionary :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year, my siblings trade names.  As there are only three of us, it is easy to remember who to give to each year!  Sara had us this year.  She gave us an adorable Yahtzee game with our faces on the dice.  Way too cute!  She also gave us &lt;i&gt;Enchanted&lt;/i&gt; which is one of my all time favorite movies!  Matt's sister, Sarah (yes, we both have Sara-hs!) gave us girls homemade bracelets and the boys a 007 model.  Aunt Stacy sent our very favorite sweet and sour sauce.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love family!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day was spent very quietly.  We played with our presents, talked to family near and far and had a delicious dinner of smoked turkey.  It is the ONLY way to eat turkey my friends!  Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went hung out with our Paine cousins.  We L*O*V*E going over there and being with them.  Family is a huge part of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are a very blessed little family in a very blessed country.  I am thankful for the Christmas season to take some time to slow down a bit and spend more time in our pajamas.  There are always problems and challenges in our lives.  Those make our blessings and good times that much better.  With the help of our families and our Savior, we can become better and stronger people.  It was a difficult and wonderful year.  Thank you to everyone in my life who has been there for me.  I love you all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as Luke says...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace-out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to 2009!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-1867040300394271818?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1867040300394271818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1867040300394271818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-evemorning.html' title='Christmas Eve/Morning'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5120829818342319188</id><published>2009-12-28T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:42:50.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas "Unwrap-up"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The reason/reasons I have not blogged recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been crazy busy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are switching over to a new photo editing/storage program.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have had some special visitors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you chose #5, all of the above, you would have been correct!  The most recent reason is that I am being lazy.  Plus, if I blog about it, it is over.  And who wants Christmas to be O*V*E*R?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To begin with, the semester is over.  Let me repeat.  The semester is over.  We are all still alive.  Everyone ended with respectable grades.  We survived our first semester of marriage,  a new community, high school and early morning seminary.  I am so proud of all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During finals week, my parents came to visit from Provo, Utah.  They, however, forgot to bring the snow with them!  We had a great time while they were here.  We studied (Papa did pretty well on his Freshman English final) ate, shopped, laughed, talked, wrapped presents, slept and repeated it all over about 6 times!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they were here, Kat unfortunately mentioned that she had a school project to work on.  It was a project regarding Greek columns.  Thanx to Papa we all know WAY more about columns than we ever wanted to!  But, we were able to complete the the project four weeks before it was due.  We had to take pictures, at three separate locations, of the three different types of columns.Not only did we complete the project for Kat, we also completed it for her friend from school.  Please note, only two pictures were taken at the same time and the same place.  We took sixteen pictures at different times!  Here is an example of one of the columns.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V61hZoiI/AAAAAAAABEU/OZWWCs7tJbw/s1600-h/DSC03673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V61hZoiI/AAAAAAAABEU/OZWWCs7tJbw/s320/DSC03673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865470688600610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Friday after finals competed, we took a quick tour of downtown Nashville and went to Opry Mills Mall and Opryland Hotel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is another pop quiz.  Is our family tree #1 or #2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WO2jz51I/AAAAAAAABFE/Xm7OZaSVEd4/s320/DSC03709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865814564530002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WdNprg5I/AAAAAAAABFs/bIllARPdzUQ/s1600-h/DSC03797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WdNprg5I/AAAAAAAABFs/bIllARPdzUQ/s320/DSC03797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421866061281330066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, our family tree is #2.  Opryland Hotel has some beautiful decorations and some fun shops.  Here are some pictures from when we were walking around the hotel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls told Luke to be a little freaked out by Santa. He did pretty well!    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WcWT0RdI/AAAAAAAABFc/jNAbUg_0Qj0/s1600-h/DSC03727.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WcWT0RdI/AAAAAAAABFc/jNAbUg_0Qj0/s320/DSC03727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421866046425679314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WcgMYeSI/AAAAAAAABFk/MWxRWHl7MFw/s1600-h/DSC03728.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WcgMYeSI/AAAAAAAABFk/MWxRWHl7MFw/s320/DSC03728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421866049078851874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Singing in the Rain" inside the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WPRcfWTI/AAAAAAAABFU/ncjDMRQCbfY/s1600-h/DSC03725.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WPRcfWTI/AAAAAAAABFU/ncjDMRQCbfY/s1600-h/DSC03725.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WPRcfWTI/AAAAAAAABFU/ncjDMRQCbfY/s320/DSC03725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865821781580082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WPKkSGpI/AAAAAAAABFM/HU_2vQRddbw/s1600-h/DSC03717.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WPKkSGpI/AAAAAAAABFM/HU_2vQRddbw/s320/DSC03717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865819935218322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WO2jz51I/AAAAAAAABFE/Xm7OZaSVEd4/s1600-h/DSC03709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WOqZoFlI/AAAAAAAABE8/zGuoaAY2okE/s1600-h/DSC03708.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WOqZoFlI/AAAAAAAABE8/zGuoaAY2okE/s320/DSC03708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865811300587090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WOZiLYrI/AAAAAAAABE0/VirQ9k1zxjc/s1600-h/DSC03703.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&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/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5WOZiLYrI/AAAAAAAABE0/VirQ9k1zxjc/s320/DSC03703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865806773052082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V7lkCwmI/AAAAAAAABEs/Fo2qn2gqb3Q/s1600-h/DSC03700.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V7lkCwmI/AAAAAAAABEs/Fo2qn2gqb3Q/s320/DSC03700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865483584586338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V7TkEGmI/AAAAAAAABEk/TZyOGWkF_IE/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V7TkEGmI/AAAAAAAABEk/TZyOGWkF_IE/s320/DSC03699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865478752836194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V7FlPbfI/AAAAAAAABEc/5J3CuDCuBKo/s1600-h/DSC03689.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V7FlPbfI/AAAAAAAABEc/5J3CuDCuBKo/s320/DSC03689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865474999676402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V6l_LyBI/AAAAAAAABEM/0XDdrKV-xAM/s1600-h/DSC03661.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V6l_LyBI/AAAAAAAABEM/0XDdrKV-xAM/s320/DSC03661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421865466518554642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Our favorite thing to do while Papa was here was line up all our Apple computers and "work." Papa was the only one who worked. The rest of us just played while he worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9121613410028628835-5120829818342319188?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5120829818342319188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5120829818342319188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-unwrap-up.html' title='Merry Christmas &quot;Unwrap-up&quot;'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5V61hZoiI/AAAAAAAABEU/OZWWCs7tJbw/s72-c/DSC03673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4858903874138061390</id><published>2009-12-25T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:38:51.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from Thrice Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5UGcgrQHI/AAAAAAAABEE/czXhSE8eB4k/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5UGcgrQHI/AAAAAAAABEE/czXhSE8eB4k/s320/DSC03699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421863471109849202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-4858903874138061390?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4858903874138061390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4858903874138061390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-from-thrice-blessed.html' title='Merry Christmas from Thrice Blessed'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sz5UGcgrQHI/AAAAAAAABEE/czXhSE8eB4k/s72-c/DSC03699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6864402692589277350</id><published>2009-12-14T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:37:56.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-State Auditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZO08p3zPI/AAAAAAAABDc/Cb426On7mQE/s1600-h/DSC03621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZO08p3zPI/AAAAAAAABDc/Cb426On7mQE/s400/DSC03621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415102273501514994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For what seems like years (really? only a few months?), Ali has been preparing for mid-state auditions.   They bring together the best band students from Mid-Tennesse area.  I can't tell you exactly what area that is for I am clueless.  The actual mid-state experience takes place in the beginning of January.  They bus the kids to Chattanooga for a weekend and work with them.  It culminates Sunday evening with a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up at a leisurely pace and left the house by 9:00 am.  We arrived at McGavin Comprehensive High School at 10:00 am. Ali signed in and was assigned flute #132.  In my mind I am thinking, "Great, they have been at the audition process for a little over an hour, we should be nearing #50."  While thinking this in my mind, I hear the processor say, "We are currently on flute 16."  At this point in time I did the fastest math of my life when I erupted with, "They are only averaging 15.5 flute auditions an hour?!?!?"  Followed by me pulling my phone out and accessing my calculator.  At this rate she wouldn't be auditioning until 4:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZPjh7AQOI/AAAAAAAABDk/gw45UrCyc18/s1600-h/DSC03606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZPjh7AQOI/AAAAAAAABDk/gw45UrCyc18/s320/DSC03606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103073779466466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali wanted to walk around, look for friends and warm-up.  Warm-up?  I scoffed at her.  What do you call warming-up when the event is 7.5 hours away?  The warm-up room was for all band students.  They even let the snare drums in there.  I was contemplating my ability to do damage with their drum sticks.  So, so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZPj_9RctI/AAAAAAAABDs/tJuRSQS44Rs/s1600-h/DSC03610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZPj_9RctI/AAAAAAAABDs/tJuRSQS44Rs/s320/DSC03610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103081842045650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By 11:30 am we decided to hit Opryland mall.  I could barely enjoy the time there I was stressing about the auditions taking place.  After we walked around, bought a few items and had a Cinnabon we headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZPkX8-3TI/AAAAAAAABD0/SCSs-wf3kS0/s1600-h/DSC03614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZPkX8-3TI/AAAAAAAABD0/SCSs-wf3kS0/s320/DSC03614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103088283278642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got back around 1:30 pm, I quickly realized we had gone from 19.5 flutist an hour to about 24.  More walking, or more aptly described as pacing, chatting, warming-up, tears, pep talks, loudness.  I heard, countless times, the "This is good experience.  You did great.  You will do better next year" pep talk.   Why do we tell our children this?  Is it helpful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny to watch parents with their ear to the door; other competitors weighing out if they are better or worse than the current candidate playing.  No matter who was currently listening at the door, when the parent of the current student playing came to the door, room was made for them to be the closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:00 pm flute #132 was called into the prepared room.  I seriously laughed out loud when they called FLUTE #132.  We were the ONLY instruments left to play.  Other instrument's results were already trickling in.  Txts were flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audition was broken down into two parts.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prepared part&lt;/span&gt; room and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scales and sight reading&lt;/span&gt; room.  They would play their two prepared songs first, return to the hallway and then head into the second room when their number is called again.  They were asked to play random scales.  Ali has know all her scales since 7th grade.  I now realize not all flutists have that knowledge.  After the scales they are asked to sight read up to three pieces.  After the first piece, they are either asked to leave the room or proceed to the next piece.  As I listened at the door to the scales/sight reading room I silently counted her sight reading pieces.  One.  Two.  Three.  Hurray Ali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali is an amazing musician.  I could tell she was nervous as she played.  But, Ali brought one student to tears and caused another to rant up and down the hallway that she blown her audition after hearing Ali play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140 flutes auditioned for Mid-State 2009.  Ali found out she was seated 5 chair even before we got home.  What followed was hours of texts, phone calls, emails and facebook messages reliving the day, celebrating and making plans for the actual Mid-state weekend in January.  I celebrated by throwing everything I had on in the washer, hot water.  Who knows what I could have gotten at a high school in downtown Nashville?  I also got a hot shower and foot rub from my fabulously amazing husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, Luke and Kat had their own adventures this day.  But, that post will have to wait a while.  I have a house to clean for my guests tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Photo credits in this post belong to Ali with the exception of the fountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6864402692589277350?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6864402692589277350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6864402692589277350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/mid-state-auditions.html' title='Mid-State Auditions'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SyZO08p3zPI/AAAAAAAABDc/Cb426On7mQE/s72-c/DSC03621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6391633553178219761</id><published>2009-12-07T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:09:35.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Zebra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sx0okdH6H-I/AAAAAAAABCM/O50l1klk6O0/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sx0okdH6H-I/AAAAAAAABCM/O50l1klk6O0/s320/DSC03537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sx0odOZb15I/AAAAAAAABCE/xzd0bs7gYPY/s1600-h/DSC03536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sx0odOZb15I/AAAAAAAABCE/xzd0bs7gYPY/s320/DSC03536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6391633553178219761?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6391633553178219761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6391633553178219761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Lazy Zebra'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sx0okdH6H-I/AAAAAAAABCM/O50l1klk6O0/s72-c/DSC03537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4973484286089958111</id><published>2009-12-01T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:43:32.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SxV_7u91wJI/AAAAAAAABB0/xBlfxNlg-sM/s1600/Claudia+baby+pic+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SxV_7u91wJI/AAAAAAAABB0/xBlfxNlg-sM/s320/Claudia+baby+pic+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-4973484286089958111?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4973484286089958111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4973484286089958111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-mommy.html' title='My Mommy'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SxV_7u91wJI/AAAAAAAABB0/xBlfxNlg-sM/s72-c/Claudia+baby+pic+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-1299794784555034120</id><published>2009-12-01T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:43:46.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SxU2Rw_cCWI/AAAAAAAABBs/SQv5OhMITQ8/s1600/10170090-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SxU2Rw_cCWI/AAAAAAAABBs/SQv5OhMITQ8/s320/10170090-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-1299794784555034120?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1299794784555034120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/1299794784555034120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dad.html' title='My Daddy'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SxU2Rw_cCWI/AAAAAAAABBs/SQv5OhMITQ8/s72-c/10170090-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5433491169782541464</id><published>2009-11-24T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:44:18.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Evil Oliver</title><content type='html'>We have a cat named Oliver (whom we refer to as a zebra).&amp;nbsp; Whenever the kids aren't around, he turns evil.&amp;nbsp; And that is really saying something because he is mild-level-evil on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday he brought a dead squirrel to our bedroom door.&amp;nbsp; Poor Matt has never experienced that kind of "love" before.&amp;nbsp; I explained that Oliver was just saying "I love you."&amp;nbsp; Matt was a good sport.&amp;nbsp; Squirrel blood and all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after dark, I took the trash out.&amp;nbsp; As I was coming back in, and after I had threatened Oliver with, "So help me, if you bite my ankles I will kick you," I heard the little neighbor boy scream, "Oh my gosh it is a TIGER."&amp;nbsp; I looked over and he had just seen Oliver run across the road.&amp;nbsp; He set off in hot pursuit of Oliver.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking, good, torment Oliver a bit.&amp;nbsp; But before I made it all the way inside I heard the boy announce that he saw Oliver on a missing cat poster and thought they should take the cat and get the reward.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, I did hesitate for a minute knowing they could never actually catch Oliver, I claimed that evil little devil as my own and asked them not to haul him off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the only one hauling him off anywhere!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5433491169782541464?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5433491169782541464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5433491169782541464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/super-evil-oliver.html' title='Super Evil Oliver'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5409019528618062169</id><published>2009-11-23T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:27:01.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Week</title><content type='html'>Well, Saturday morning we put the kids on an airplane to head West for the week.&amp;nbsp; The kids forbade me from crying at the airport and I did very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a very nice woman while waiting for the plane to take off.&amp;nbsp; I feel terrible cause I didn't get any of her contact info.&amp;nbsp; I would love to have emailed her.&amp;nbsp; She is also LDS.&amp;nbsp; She told me things get easier with time.&amp;nbsp; I am holding her to it!&amp;nbsp; As we went our separate ways I told her I was glad she was there to chat with as my plan was to sit there and cry for an hour.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are having a great time with my parents and their Provo friends.&amp;nbsp; I love how much my parents love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his family got a new dog.&amp;nbsp; I am publicly demanding pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cat brought a dead squirrel into the house this morning.&amp;nbsp; I almost stepped on it as I left our bedroom.&amp;nbsp; And the kids missed it.&amp;nbsp; It was terrible.&amp;nbsp; Bad kitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am proclaiming this as the most boring post of my life.&amp;nbsp; Probably won't be much to blog this week as I usually blog about the kids.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I will have to go to Walgreens daily and get some good stories there.&amp;nbsp; Wait.&amp;nbsp; We have Black Friday and it will be Matt's first one.&amp;nbsp; I worry he will see a side of me that scares him!!!&amp;nbsp; I will miss my Provo girlfriends and sister Dana this year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5409019528618062169?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5409019528618062169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5409019528618062169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-week.html' title='Thanksgiving Week'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5003634894058432374</id><published>2009-11-20T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:37:33.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwqrUKpqd3I/AAAAAAAABBU/uGtgZleQFmw/s1600/DSC03502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwqrUKpqd3I/AAAAAAAABBU/uGtgZleQFmw/s200/DSC03502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday was Luke's school Thanksgiving lunch.&amp;nbsp; Remember back when we were young and they had a huge traditional Thanksgiving feast?&amp;nbsp; Our schools have gotten very pathetic.&amp;nbsp; Our school just served fake turkey and nasty looking rolls.&amp;nbsp; And it took most of those poor people 35 minutes to get through that line.&amp;nbsp; But, we were smart we took in our our food and got to talk with Luke for a good 30 as pretty much the only people at the table.&amp;nbsp; It was awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5003634894058432374?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5003634894058432374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5003634894058432374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-lunch.html' title='Thanksgiving Lunch'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwqrUKpqd3I/AAAAAAAABBU/uGtgZleQFmw/s72-c/DSC03502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7132362372192142973</id><published>2009-11-19T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:44:45.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal of the day...</title><content type='html'>...and I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my favorite place this afternoon.  Yes, Walgreen's.  I saw in their ad that they have Almay mascara for $2.99.  That is a bargain folks.  So, I slipped in there this afternoon.  Just as I was leaving with my single tube for $2.99, I saw a double pack for the same price.  So, I picked up 3 double packs.  Don't worry.  I am not going to wear it all.  I am going to sell it on the "black market of mascara" to Ali when she runs out.  She will pay $5 a tube :)  Too bad she is reading over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so funniest comment of the day.  I was checking out at Walgreen's and I asked the cashier a question about a product.  She told me, "I don't know.  I have lived in New Zealand for the past 30 years.  I love working at Walgreen's.  I love Walgreen's more that New Zealand."  Do you think she would say all that again into my camera?  How about for some Almay mascara???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7132362372192142973?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7132362372192142973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7132362372192142973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/deal-of-day.html' title='Deal of the day...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2737712707940032099</id><published>2009-11-19T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:41:07.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Women in Exellence 2009</title><content type='html'>Last night (yes, after the field trip) was our Young Women in Excellence at church.  It is an evening we spend with the twelve to eighteen year-old girls in the ward.  We find out some of the goals they have accomplished and projects they have completed over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it was set up like a game show.  Very original.  It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali was part of a "Name That Dance" game.  They kept starting and stopping so I didn't get very good footage of her.  Actually, I was so tried, I didn't get many good pictures at all.  Ali is a fabulous little dancer.  (She is on the far right in the video below)   I would have killed for her ability to move her hips when I was doing Latin ballroom dancing.  She helped plan a barn dance that she didn't even end up getting to go to due to band.  Ali also sewed a pillow case and purse for projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4afde0406ead9817" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4afde0406ead9817%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202297%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80186B3E20A2324F89CF444ACB0B9557DA97D255.484AE7E92C1D32B35A8A0EFD6DA0038976621F16%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4afde0406ead9817%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGZpPGC-TpaCXA7uXl4q1zgEEumE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4afde0406ead9817%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202297%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80186B3E20A2324F89CF444ACB0B9557DA97D255.484AE7E92C1D32B35A8A0EFD6DA0038976621F16%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4afde0406ead9817%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGZpPGC-TpaCXA7uXl4q1zgEEumE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat was part of a "Newly Added" game fashioned after the Newly Wed Game.  The contestants were the four new Beehive girls.  They asked the four new girls to come up and bring a parent.  Kat went up with some of her friends and then I followed up after her.  I got up there by her and she loudly whispered, "I want Matthew."  So, I went back to my seat and sent Matthew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVjTZ7eh5I/AAAAAAAABBE/BoKD44M4JOk/s1600/DSC03501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVjTZ7eh5I/AAAAAAAABBE/BoKD44M4JOk/s400/DSC03501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405836112757163922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People are always surprised how much the children genuinely love Matthew. And they do.  He loves them and they love him.  They were quite darling together.  I wish I had caught some of their interactions.  They share the same quirky sense of humor.  Kat's project was sewing.  She sewed a skirt, pillowcase and PJ pants.  She gave the pants to Luke cause we got them too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of true confessions:  Matt got more of the questions right than I would have!!!  They were actually the winning team.  But, who kept score??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat has really caught the Personal Progress bug and she might kill me off doing it all!  She informed me she wants her medallion by the time she is finished with Beehives.  I told her no way no how.  "In my day" we couldn't earn it until we graduated from high school.  Who changed that rule???  So, we are now planning to finish it by the time she is sixteen.  We can live with that number!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the girls have worked very hard and we are so proud of them.  This church asks a lot of its members and these two girls are stepping up and doing what is expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  This note is for my germ-a-phobic mother and husband.  Kat and I had the same clothes on for the field trip and the YW in Excellence.  BUT, I washed everything in between :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-2737712707940032099?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2737712707940032099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2737712707940032099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/young-women-in-exellence-2009.html' title='Young Women in Exellence 2009'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVjTZ7eh5I/AAAAAAAABBE/BoKD44M4JOk/s72-c/DSC03501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3714230062224271196</id><published>2009-11-19T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:07:24.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth Grade Fieldtrip aka: I signed up for this???</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22c4a1a45dd4817b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22c4a1a45dd4817b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202297%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D457843E12FCF574F9EFA9A04AB0B34C30DD7B01A.42A2AA366962EF14939F8C995AC3FED7FAA48393%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22c4a1a45dd4817b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7UP6Mo_NkXBieydYQLuVX-n2LUA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22c4a1a45dd4817b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202297%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D457843E12FCF574F9EFA9A04AB0B34C30DD7B01A.42A2AA366962EF14939F8C995AC3FED7FAA48393%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22c4a1a45dd4817b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7UP6Mo_NkXBieydYQLuVX-n2LUA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ventured to the &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresci.com/"&gt;Adventure Science Center&lt;/a&gt; in Downtown Nashville.  I got there via a big, yellow, school bus.  Throw in 100 sixth graders and you will begin to get the picture of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, thank the stars above, my kids still like having me around.  Which is why I was able to attend this trip.  It is very funny.  The more my kid's friends like me, the more my kids seem to like me.  Yesterday I got multiple sixth graders to like me, so my popularity in my family was boosted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my group I had four, excellently behaved, 12-year-olds.  Two girls and two boys.  Kat was in my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVej7DC2bI/AAAAAAAABA8/BMW7uw0QJLE/s1600/DSC03487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVej7DC2bI/AAAAAAAABA8/BMW7uw0QJLE/s400/DSC03487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405830898967042482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parts of the the Center were fabulous for our sixth grade friends.  But a lot of it was just too young for them.  Part of the day was a "severe weather" lecture.  There were some experiments, but a lot of talking.  I am pretty sure most of those kids learned that stuff two years ago.  After it was over, I heard one girl say that they owed her one hour of her life back.  I told here if we were making those kinds of requests I would like two hours back AND $50.  Why not dream big???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planetarium part was amazing, but made me very ill with all the movement.  The planetarium show was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Stars of Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt;.  It was truly amazing and I wish it hadn't made me sick.  The small, male person to the right of me talked to me during the whole presentation.  (Later Kat informed me he had a crush on me.  How sweet.)  About half way through, I put my feet on the seat in front of me and closed my eyes. Soon, from the right, I heard, "They told us not to put our feet on the seats."  Fine.  Point for small person.  I put my feet down, but kept my eyes closed.  Soon, I heard, "They told us not to sleep."  "Dude," was my response, "They said no snoring.  Let me know if I start snoring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVejs4a0CI/AAAAAAAABA0/HlwTxmiQYbI/s1600/DSC03490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVejs4a0CI/AAAAAAAABA0/HlwTxmiQYbI/s400/DSC03490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405830895164379170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVejRGHRkI/AAAAAAAABAs/IQCJbASsgAM/s1600/DSC03492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVejRGHRkI/AAAAAAAABAs/IQCJbASsgAM/s400/DSC03492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405830887705626178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No field trip would be complete without a little pain.  I hit my head going down a slide the kids said I just "had to do."  They were right.  It was fun.  I didn't even feel "old" all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, minus the motion sickness and bruise on my forehead, it was a great way to spend a dreary Wednesday in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVejDYg9_I/AAAAAAAABAk/KPrsXr7Gcm4/s1600/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVejDYg9_I/AAAAAAAABAk/KPrsXr7Gcm4/s400/DSC03494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405830884024711154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-3714230062224271196?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3714230062224271196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3714230062224271196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/sixth-grade-fildtrip-aka-i-signed-up.html' title='Sixth Grade Fieldtrip aka: I signed up for this???'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SwVej7DC2bI/AAAAAAAABA8/BMW7uw0QJLE/s72-c/DSC03487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3725869909658824680</id><published>2009-11-17T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:43:37.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old</title><content type='html'>I am getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to a baby shower tonight.  My baby is turning nine-years-old next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get out of bed like Mr. Fredrickson in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;.  But, I do get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the doctor asked if I had been tested for gout.  Seriously, people.  I am not THAT old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have one gray hair, now I have two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once I have said, "Back when I was in high school..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teenager told me to choose "mature" nail colors.  (I would like to appologize to my mom for any crazy things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;have said like that when I was in high school!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a good 15 years older than my son's 3rd grade teacher.  Ok, maybe 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new bishop is a contemporary of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have looked at the lotions that help fight wrinkles.  Ok, I bought Olay's cheapest one.  That is only the beginning folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two girls that can babysit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be comfortable than look good.  Can I have both???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting old.  My husband tries to tell me otherwise, but it is true.  I am getting old.  Hopefully he loves old ladies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-3725869909658824680?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3725869909658824680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3725869909658824680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-old.html' title='Getting Old'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-555554908218817270</id><published>2009-11-16T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:09:32.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Flu Shots</title><content type='html'>The whole Paine family is now vaccinated against the seasonal flu.  We did a 'surprise' attack on the kids on Saturday.  Our errands turned into, "Well, look at that.  Here we are at the medical clinic for flu shots."  The kids have all decided they would rather die than get another flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Kat proclaimed, "So, my upper left arm won't get the flu, what about the rest of my body?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-555554908218817270?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/555554908218817270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/555554908218817270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/seasonal-flu-shots.html' title='Seasonal Flu Shots'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6902888597930811008</id><published>2009-11-14T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:05:30.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangaroo Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed5da1e700bb44b9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded5da1e700bb44b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202297%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B5FDFCEE20C8DBBE548DAEDE433B6820CF5BBE.4D40F24C8679F75BA937715CE2BA83F4457589C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded5da1e700bb44b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVY9w9E335aeTsUF2BBLpCU9ZsRw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded5da1e700bb44b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202297%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B5FDFCEE20C8DBBE548DAEDE433B6820CF5BBE.4D40F24C8679F75BA937715CE2BA83F4457589C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded5da1e700bb44b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVY9w9E335aeTsUF2BBLpCU9ZsRw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have the stinkin' cutest boy that lives behind us.  Those are Ali's words :)  He has a HUGE pogo stick and can do amazing tricks on it.  Last Friday I caught this footage.   The funniest part is when we figure he is dead and never coming back up!&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/9121613410028628835-6902888597930811008?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6902888597930811008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6902888597930811008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/kangaroo-boy.html' title='Kangaroo Boy'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-2319445428727068636</id><published>2009-11-13T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:51:01.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land-form</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sv2NjDLng9I/AAAAAAAABAc/axrEWLW_o2M/s1600-h/DSC03200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sv2NjDLng9I/AAAAAAAABAc/axrEWLW_o2M/s400/DSC03200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630761203434450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke has recently finished this "land-form" project.  He worked very hard on it and did 99% of the work on his own.  (Which is more than I can say for some of the projects)  The project needed a theme and then each land-form needed a name.  So, since we used Crayola products, we decided to name it "Crayola Land."  We took a bag of Crayola crayons and used the color names to name each formed area.  My favorite is the "Wild Blue Yonder Mountains."  Isn't that awesome??&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/9121613410028628835-2319445428727068636?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2319445428727068636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/2319445428727068636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/landform.html' title='Land-form'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Sv2NjDLng9I/AAAAAAAABAc/axrEWLW_o2M/s72-c/DSC03200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-7199303106439014756</id><published>2009-11-13T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:42:46.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing Machine</title><content type='html'>My sister is an amazing seamstress.  I used to sew a lot more when the kids were younger.  (Geez, I sound OLD!)  Within the past couple of years I have gotten a new sewing machine and got excited about sewing again.  While I was at my parents, it sat in storage.  We recently got it out for the girls to start working on Young Women's projects.  Matt and I both have a machine, so it works out they can both sew at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...my has been misbehaving a little bit and so I took it in yesterday.  A couple of hours later the shop called me and told me it was ready.  As it turns out, much to my humiliation, I have been using the wrong bobbins.  I told the repair man that my machine hates me.  To which he responded with, "Ma'am, it is a machine and has no feelings."  Totally seriously.  So, I was kind of embarrassed twice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to try to sew with the correct bobbin.  Maybe Sara will get bored enough with her husband in school and come and sew with me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-7199303106439014756?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7199303106439014756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/7199303106439014756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/sewing-machine.html' title='Sewing Machine'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4730821967441017166</id><published>2009-11-12T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:53:27.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one goes out to Nana and Papa....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Kat started teaching Ali how to play the clarinet.  Things were going along well until about 4:00 pm.  At that point in time Kat suddenly said, "Well, that's all for today.  I need to put my clarinet by the front door for school tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know and love Kat know her fear of not being to school on time.  But, folks, 4:00 pm the night before has set a new record!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Kat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-4730821967441017166?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4730821967441017166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4730821967441017166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-one-goes-out-to-nana-and-papa.html' title='This one goes out to Nana and Papa....'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-5041493529335211657</id><published>2009-11-10T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:11:08.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Early??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvmCf-ThZ6I/AAAAAAAAA_c/-i_2logaeRg/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvmCf-ThZ6I/AAAAAAAAA_c/-i_2logaeRg/s400/IMG_1543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402492713820055458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvmCfjBkkDI/AAAAAAAAA_U/08RHzmoAHeQ/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvmCfjBkkDI/AAAAAAAAA_U/08RHzmoAHeQ/s400/IMG_1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402492706497007666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-5041493529335211657?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5041493529335211657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/5041493529335211657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-early.html' title='Too Early??'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvmCf-ThZ6I/AAAAAAAAA_c/-i_2logaeRg/s72-c/IMG_1543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-3012229115818265944</id><published>2009-11-10T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:15:45.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Hookie</title><content type='html'>Last Friday the power went of in a large portion of Franklin.  Including the high school and Matt's office.  The high school was 10 minutes from being out so they didn't get out early, but Matt came home 2 hours early.  Lucky Luke got to enjoy that extra time with Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the park and played and played and played.  When I was done making bread for dinner I sneaked over an snapped some pictures over of their fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the beginning of our life together, the kids started calling Matt "beast."  He is definitely a gentle beast and the kids adore him.  Here our beast is being a sloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7N17r5xI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EsKtzMVLQE8/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7N17r5xI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EsKtzMVLQE8/s400/DSC03307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402484705753556754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They spun....&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/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7OWcmcnI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iqvp9fLbbJY/s1600-h/DSC03381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7OWcmcnI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iqvp9fLbbJY/s400/DSC03381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402484714481545842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and spun....&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/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7OudCmHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/CT3sDnphGwY/s1600-h/DSC03382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7OudCmHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/CT3sDnphGwY/s400/DSC03382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402484720925841522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and spun...&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/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7O8ID06I/AAAAAAAAA-8/58I4yKx-rQU/s1600-h/DSC03383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7O8ID06I/AAAAAAAAA-8/58I4yKx-rQU/s400/DSC03383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402484724595938210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;until our beast could spin no more.  As Luke was looking over at Matt on the ground he very softly asked, "Beast??"  It was so very sweet.&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/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7PIhWB0I/AAAAAAAAA_E/ebTz7IXAIAs/s1600-h/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7PIhWB0I/AAAAAAAAA_E/ebTz7IXAIAs/s400/DSC03400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402484727923214146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily the sun went down so we could all go home and rest :)&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/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7rV_sPQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/l4nEJCGUn0s/s1600-h/DSC03458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7rV_sPQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/l4nEJCGUn0s/s400/DSC03458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402485212576496898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That illuminating license plate is my Utah plate.  One day soon, we are going to put the Volvo plates on Cali to keep Clark's memory alive.  But, for now, I love seeing my Utah plates.  Reminds me where I came from :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9121613410028628835-3012229115818265944?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3012229115818265944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/3012229115818265944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Playing Hookie'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/Svl7N17r5xI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EsKtzMVLQE8/s72-c/DSC03307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-4194561702662357336</id><published>2009-11-09T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:44:29.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali and Band</title><content type='html'>Ali has played the flute for about 20 years :)  She has always had a natural music talent that actually makes others not like her.  Most of the time she is seated 1st chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend she traveled with the marching band to Indianapolis to help and check out the marching band program.  When she got home she was very happy and said she had a great time.  She said everyone was very nice to her and that she doesn't feel like the "weird 1st chair flute player" any more.  Quite innocently (actually enough) Kat asked, "What happened are you 2nd chair now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy Ali made some new friends in her new band and is feeling more comfortable and not so "weird."  She is currently working towards an all-state audition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-4194561702662357336?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4194561702662357336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/4194561702662357336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/ali-and-band.html' title='Ali and Band'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9121613410028628835.post-6947164134038039707</id><published>2009-11-05T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:34:16.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Candy</title><content type='html'>Last night I ran to Walgreen's to pick up a prescription.  We walked down the old Halloween isle and saw 3 very full carts full of Halloween stuff.  I spotted some Pez, which I love.  I asked the manager how much the Halloween stuff was marked down.  He told me I could have it all for $5.  So, to get the Pez, I had to get it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had fun playing in about 100 pounds of candy.  Don't worry.  A large portion is already in the trash.  Some has been sent to Matt's work. The rest will be sent to school for the treat box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 25 bags of Peanut M &amp;amp; M's made the whole $5 worth it!  They are now in the freezer and should keep for a long time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvLSMsoFDPI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ImIqkCcs3pI/s1600-h/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvLSMsoFDPI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ImIqkCcs3pI/s400/DSC03291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400610018750172402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kat is hidden in there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvLSMLL5LkI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8XHCGtatgeo/s1600-h/DSC03287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvLSMLL5LkI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8XHCGtatgeo/s400/DSC03287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400610009773583938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvLSM14Wj4I/AAAAAAAAA-c/miOXKKrEu98/s1600-h/DSC03288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvLSM14Wj4I/AAAAAAAAA-c/miOXKKrEu98/s400/DSC03288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400610021234347906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9121613410028628835-6947164134038039707?l=blessedthrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6947164134038039707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9121613410028628835/posts/default/6947164134038039707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedthrice.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-by-candy.html' title='Death by Candy'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226264236656495143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/TSM1sFx-asI/AAAAAAAABig/l27HbkqS7HM/S220/familypix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Y8gyewCOU8/SvLSMsoFDPI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ImIqkCcs3pI/s72-c/DSC03291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
