<?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-36365129</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:24:11.582-08:00</updated><category term='Mark in his 40th year'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='NYE 08-09'/><category term='Milo'/><category term='desert botanical gardens'/><category term='Landmark'/><category term='Grandma Nancy'/><category term='scouts'/><category term='silver axe'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='Phase 10'/><category term='Maurita'/><category term='girls'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Gamma Knife'/><category term='baking'/><category term='curlers'/><category term='family'/><category 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term='lemon'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='flute'/><category term='meme'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='Blaine'/><category term='alyssum'/><category term='caramel'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='Cory'/><category term='snores'/><category term='games'/><category term='UT'/><category term='falling'/><category term='peach pie'/><category term='long johns'/><category term='Laura'/><category term='fan'/><category term='Breakfast cake'/><category term='Mt Graham'/><category term='Kristin'/><category term='numbness'/><category term='Dane'/><category term='Mallory'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Going Berserk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1300718145273233992</id><published>2012-02-09T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:01:10.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh My!!</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a year since I have blogged... I knew it had been awhile, but wasn't aware really how long it HAD been.  I've gotten too involved in Facebook, so have not blogged.. It's easier to post pictures there, so that's what I've been doing..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I need to try to get back here more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't fancy myself a writer, so that may contribute to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact that I don't blog much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my cousin's kids, a cousin as well, asked if any of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had blogs... so she inspired me to look... here it is!  She may not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learn much about my current life, but there may be a few things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the past few years that  she might find... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1300718145273233992?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1300718145273233992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1300718145273233992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1300718145273233992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1300718145273233992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-oh-my.html' title='My Oh My!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-4183908264255701544</id><published>2011-01-16T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:45:43.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>It's just a bucket...</title><content type='html'>When my mother passed away, my dad was able to sell their house, and nearly all of their belongings were packed up in a big crate, and stored away.  The Lakeshore Ward Relief Society ladies came and helped pack things up, after we'd taken some of the things we wanted or that couldn't be packed.  One of the things that came to my house was Mom's flour bucket.  It was a clear, restaurant quality, 16 quart bucket with a tight lid - she may have had one for sugar too, but I don't know what happened to that one.  It had been stored in her hall closet, so whenever she baked, which was often, out came the bucket. I'm sure a time or two she sent a grandchild to the hall closet, around the corner from the kitchen, to fetch flour for a recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One habit, or practice, of my mother's that I have tried to carry on, is bread baking.  She used her Grandma Bloomer's recipe - but adapted it to use powdered milk, from food storage.  This is the same recipe that I use today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Bloomer - is my Great Grandma Bloomer.  My grandfather's father, Frank Arthur Mauzy White, was killed in the War (in 1918, I think..) , shortly before my grandfather, Frank Arthur White, was born. His mother was left with him as a baby, and eventually she married George Bloomer, who raised my grandfather as his own.  So, my mom had her Bloomer grandparents, and she got the bread recipe from Grandma Bloomer - I am also glad that I have this recipe written in my mother's handwriting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. back to the bucket... I have kept it on my shelf, full of flour, or empty of flour if I've baked alot.  The other week I found myself with an empty bucket, needing to go to the store for more, when I figured I should wash it out.  It was getting a little grubby on the outside... after, yes, nearly 5 years of not being washed.   I don't recall ever washing it since it has been here, I'm sad to say ( but flour doesn't leave stuff that dirty...you know? )  So it made me think that there were possibly some of my mom's fingerprints that I was washing from the outside of the bucket...and it got me thinking about her.  I'm grateful for the little remembrances I have of her around my house, there are plenty... I'm thankful for the skills she taught me, and the recipes she left - I made her rice pudding recipe this afternoon.  I hope that I am teaching my children good practices, and habits, and skills... sometimes it feels like I'm banging my head against the wall...  but I know that she is cheering me on... but I still miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-4183908264255701544?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4183908264255701544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=4183908264255701544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4183908264255701544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4183908264255701544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-just-bucket.html' title='It&apos;s just a bucket...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6187372171387576252</id><published>2011-01-01T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:22:30.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>Happy 2011!!</title><content type='html'>I have neglected my blog for far too long... thanks to that fun spot called Facebook!  I don't know if anyone still checks my blog anymore, but I am going to make a concerted effort to post more often!   Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year's Eve, Mark &amp;amp; I took our girls, and cousin Aspen to the Family Dance at the Kimball Stake Center - 7-9 pm - Yahoo!  There was to be a 5 stake Youth Dance afterwards, so decorations did double duty!  We had fun doing all kinds of dances - the Chicken Dance, the Electric Slide, and we even tried to pull off Thriller!  I learned some of the moves going to an exercise class at the church this fall, and a couple of the gals were there - Holly Ashby, who taught it to us, was not, be we tried to do what we could remember! &lt;br /&gt;We came home and watched the movie Salt, with Angelina Jolie, in a spy thriller - I must have enjoyed it because it kept me awake!  Normally, if we start a movie after 9 pm, I usually miss quite alot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark &amp;amp; the girls went outside to ring in the new year by banging pots and pans, and seeing who in the neighborhood set off fireworks!  Mark saw some floating lanterns set aloft - said it was cool!  I was a chicken..  I stayed inside... it's been too cold for me. We've had some freezing temps here in AZ, which are not very often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brennan spent the evening, well, the night, at his friend Tanner's.  He said they just listened to music and "hung out"  .  We tried to encourage him to go to the Youth Dance , but he and friends were not interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. there is my first post for 2011 !  Happy New Year, Friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6187372171387576252?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6187372171387576252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6187372171387576252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6187372171387576252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6187372171387576252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3838748746735506761</id><published>2010-06-23T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:51:21.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25th reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flaming Gorge'/><title type='text'>I'm going back in time!</title><content type='html'>This year marks the 25th year since I graduated from good ole' Evanston High School in Evanston Wyoming!  2 years after graduating, and 2 years of University of Wyoming, my family packed up and headed for Arizona... looking for work.  And now... it's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I have NEVER been to a high school class reunion, because it is so far to go.  However, we have been in Utah visiting in-laws during the reunion times, which is always 4th of July weekend... but I've never had the desire to go.  I've kept in touch with my close friends from high school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advent of Facebook, I have also recently gotten in touch with many of my friends from Junior High School   - from Vernal Utah.  It has been great seeing where they have gone on their paths in life.  When I graduated from EHS, the next day I drove to Vernal to see my friends graduate from Uintah High School . I'd wanted to go there SOOO badly.  My friends  Carol Jo and Paulene were older than me, so they'd gone, and told me about all the fun they had their. I'm certain I was fairly devastated when we moved after 9th grade to Evanston, and I didn't get to go to UHS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lived in Vernal from 2nd grade thru 9th, so I knew alot of people and had many friends. It has been fun getting into contact with them on Facebook. I stopped to see Kim Wall and Cory Hacking in Utah last summer and really enjoyed that.  So, I've become an honorary member of the UHS class of 85, and now??? I'm going to attend THAT class reunion instead of my own.  I am really looking forward to it. One of my Jr High choir buddies Dana Day Romeny lives in Tucson, and we are going to drive up together the end of July!.  One of the reunion activities is going down the Green River from Flaming Gorge - something I used to do with my family.  I'm really looking forward to it!!  I'm hoping that many of my friends from 9th grade choir will be there also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YahoO!!!  I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3838748746735506761?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3838748746735506761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3838748746735506761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3838748746735506761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3838748746735506761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-back-in-time.html' title='I&apos;m going back in time!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6571398231756149099</id><published>2010-06-09T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:31:35.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame... I know</title><content type='html'>I have been a terribly lame blogger lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed, I am no longer employed.. so one would think that I would have time to blog. I spend far too much time on Facebook. I don't know if anyone still checks on me over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew back in December or so that my job would be ending - due to work demands my position was to become full time, which I did not want to do. It originally was going to end in January... but it took a bit of time to find my replacement, and then I was kept on until the end of May, preparing things for a move of the department to a new location. It worked out nicely, I took the last two working days of May off, went to Colorado with my family for a family reunion, and school is out so I am here with the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are busy with Volleyball camps, and swimming, I'll have to write more later.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get busy planning for my Cub Scout den meeting tomorrow! Ack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6571398231756149099?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6571398231756149099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6571398231756149099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6571398231756149099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6571398231756149099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2010/06/lame-i-know.html' title='Lame... I know'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1746733919596205147</id><published>2010-03-08T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:16:36.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingersnaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon'/><title type='text'>Yum, yum, Yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so not a food blogger, but LOOK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446450103343949634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/S5WtgzC0p0I/AAAAAAAAAls/rK5netfB1So/s400/Feb+March+2010+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark is usually the one who peruses &lt;a href="http://foodgawker.com/"&gt;Foodgawker.com&lt;/a&gt; looking for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummy things to eat. He happened to leave it open the other day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I saw &lt;a href="http://pixie-baker.blogspot.com/2010/03/gingersnaps-with-lemon-ginger-cream.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;Recipe for Gingersnaps with Lemon-Ginger Cream Filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My most favorite cookie is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Carrs-Ginger-Lemon-Creme-7-05-Ounce/dp/B000AYDHTM/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=grocery&amp;amp;qid=1268100838&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Carr's Ginger Lemon Cremes&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO, what could be better than HOMEMADE!  I made them this afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they are Delish!  However, only getting 20 cookies out of all that work, hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gotta enjoy them. Maybe next time I'll make them a little smaller to get more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These'll be in the fridge, due to the Cream Cheese... now I have to decide who I'm going to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;share them with... Who's been good lately?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1746733919596205147?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1746733919596205147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1746733919596205147' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1746733919596205147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1746733919596205147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2010/03/yum-yum-yum.html' title='Yum, yum, Yum!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/S5WtgzC0p0I/AAAAAAAAAls/rK5netfB1So/s72-c/Feb+March+2010+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-846906348244635725</id><published>2010-02-17T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:12:26.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Two down, one to go...</title><content type='html'>Mom's birthday, and today is mine, one more birthday girl for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and the girls put together Lemon Bread pullaparts last night, we baked them this morning. It was kind of funny, though frustrating... the house was filled with smoke, as the angel food cake pans used to bake the bread tend to leak sugary juices in the oven.  Three pans made, one bundt and two angel food (removable insert) pans, one for my work, one for Mark's work, and one for home... and then I didn't get the oven cleaner turned on this afternoon.  Will have to plan to do it when we'll be away, because it basically burns it all away.... yep, stinky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it in to work, though my coworkers didn't seem too excited. It was really yummy to me however, so it doesn't really matter!!  Thanks family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark &amp;amp; the kids also got me a sport cover for my new HD Zune - so I can clip it my belt, or it has an armband as well.  It will make it easier for me to take on walks or rides, so that I don't have to just put it in my pocket.  Yeay! At least it is getting warmer, so I can ride more... just have to get the motivation going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the Facebook birthday wishes!  I really enjoy being in touch with so many people from all stages of my life!  Probably my oldest friend (longest, not age oldest) is my 2nd grade teacher Kris!  I've mentioned her here before.  We moved to Vernal Utah from Magna, where I knew her. Then I've had wishes from friends in Vernal, then Evanston - high school friends, then Laramie college friends.  Mission friends from England = got called a bonnie lass by Steve Cain from Jarrow .  Lol !  Of course friends from Arizona, Oregon, and also several of my online friends from RTVW  *waves* most of whom I've never met or spoken to!  They are mostly the reason I have a blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed today - thankful for my life - it's not the best ever, but I'm trying to make the most of what I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mallory yesterday - "Do you know how much I love you?"  She said... "more than anyone else..."  which is so true.  I'm glad she knew that.  Sometimes, oftentimes, my kids are grumpy and don't get along, don't always speak politely... but I'm glad above all, that she knew that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-846906348244635725?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/846906348244635725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=846906348244635725' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/846906348244635725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/846906348244635725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-down-one-to-go.html' title='Two down, one to go...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-8590111509623735531</id><published>2010-02-09T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:11:55.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Nancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mallory'/><title type='text'>Remembering Mom</title><content type='html'>Sunday the 7th was my mother's birthday.... she would have been 67 years old. Of course, it is nearly 4 years since she passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night, we got all the family in town together at Nathan's house to celebrate her birthday. I made a Pineapple Cheesecake that she used to make - I rarely make it because my family doesn't care for it, but I always liked it. I do know that it is a recipe that her mom used to make as well. I couldn't find the original recipe in my recipe books or box, but I found a similar one online that worked out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple No Bake cheese cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lg. lemon Jello&lt;br /&gt;1 c. boiling &lt;a href="http://cookeatshare.com/ingredients/water"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ounce. &lt;a href="http://cookeatshare.com/ingredients/cream-cheese"&gt;cream cheese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lg. can crushed pineapple, liquid removed&lt;br /&gt;1 can Pet lowfat &lt;a href="http://cookeatshare.com/ingredients/milk"&gt;milk&lt;/a&gt;, chilled (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I added Whipped Topping instead) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham cracker crust&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;Mix &lt;a style="COLOR: #0039b3" class="tokosmix" title="Jell-O" href="http://www.kosmix.com/topic/Jell-O?as=clink&amp;amp;ac=1131" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" old_onclick="null" kmap_score="1.45397447049618e-02"&gt;Jello&lt;/a&gt; and boiling water till dissolved. Chill. Then beat.&lt;br /&gt;Beat cream cheese and sugar till creamy. Add in beaten Jello to cream cheese. Beat Pet &lt;a style="COLOR: #0039b3" class="tokosmix" title="Milk (Varieties and brands)" href="http://www.kosmix.com/topic/Milk%20(Varieties%20and%20brands)?as=clink&amp;amp;ac=1131" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" old_onclick="null" kmap_score="0.282246679067612"&gt;lowfat milk&lt;/a&gt; to thick, mix in cream cheese. Add in liquid removed pineapple. Put &lt;a style="COLOR: #0039b3" class="tokosmix" title="Graham cracker" href="http://www.kosmix.com/topic/Graham%20cracker?as=clink&amp;amp;ac=1131" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" old_onclick="null" kmap_score="0.036991823464632"&gt;graham cracker&lt;/a&gt; crust in 9"x13" pan. Pour mix in chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really needs probably overnight to set up well enough - I didn't give it quite long enough so it was a bit soupy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my children to write any memories that they had of her, to share that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory's is as follows.. (with her spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Grandma Nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What I loved about Grandma was she would always read to me Pickles to Pitsburgh. I also loved when she gave us orange creamcicles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I remember sitting on the swing when we got out of the pool. And I remember sometimes going to there house and getting babysat. I do love being with her because she was always kind and loving to everyone. I loved her very much. She was pretty fun to be with. I remember going into a room holding her hand while she was gone. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when she passed away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Those are things I remeber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pretty good spelling for a nearly nine year old. Mallory is a great reader - she tries to hurry a little too fast sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica wrote a poem - lets see if I can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. havent' managed to get it from her, but wanted to get this posted anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-8590111509623735531?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8590111509623735531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=8590111509623735531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8590111509623735531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8590111509623735531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2010/02/remembering-mom.html' title='Remembering Mom'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-8493657457581328181</id><published>2010-01-22T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:57:52.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mashed potato cake'/><title type='text'>Mashed Potato Cake</title><content type='html'>Okay , yes I have been a LAME blogger lately.. I really don't consider myself a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Facebook, friends have said I should blog my recipes, since I'm always cooking..&lt;br /&gt;I'm by no means a professional, but figured I could share some of the things I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Potato Cake is a recipe from my mom... I'm not sure if she got it from her mother or not..  When I mention it, I get funny looks from people, but really.. it's just a starch, like flour, I suppose.   It's a great way to use up leftover mashed potatoes, even if you put salt and pepper in them.. makes no diff, but not if they are garlic... (obviously...)&lt;br /&gt;It is a cake that needs no frosting, but is more like a snack cake. &lt;br /&gt;Cocoa, raisins (optional, but we like them) and cinnamon, nutmeg &amp;amp; allspice make it almost a spice cake, I suppose..  so.. here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mashed Potato Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Grease and Flour a 9x9 pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1/2 cup shortening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1 cup mashed potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1/2 soured milk or buttermilk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1/2 cup raisins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1 1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1 cup flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;6 Tbsp cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1/2 tsp ground nutmeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1/2 tsp cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1/2 tsp allspice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mix together sugar, shortening, eggs &amp;amp; mashed potatoes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mix dry ingredients together and then add alternately with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;milk and vanilla to sugar mixture. Then stir in raisins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Bake in a greased and floured 9 inch square cake pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;at 350 Degrees for 20-25 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Do not frost it... we never have.. it is yummy  best just out of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;oven with a glass of ice cold milk!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I hope someone is daring enough to try it.. let me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;know if you like it! &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/36365129-8493657457581328181?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8493657457581328181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=8493657457581328181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8493657457581328181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8493657457581328181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2010/01/mashed-potato-cake.html' title='Mashed Potato Cake'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-641997124399908233</id><published>2009-12-07T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:06:53.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long johns'/><title type='text'>Alternate Stockings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Many years ago, I saw this cute little craft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and always wanted to do it.  I've carried the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pattern around for at least 15 years, and finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;got around to making some for my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sx3sD9JXgHI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FxZIkqqSOgk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412741879866818674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sx3sD9JXgHI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FxZIkqqSOgk/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The tag says, Dear.....  We searched for another stocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but couldn't find a spare, so we stuffed this long underwear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sx3r8aum9xI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1feiK9BNE7o/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412741750368696082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sx3r8aum9xI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1feiK9BNE7o/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is two pieces of felt, hot glued together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with the "seat" drawn on and buttons, pom poms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the ribbon tie glued on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's been too long since I blogged!  Hope you like my treat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And if I don't get back here soon... Merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sx3rXieGARI/AAAAAAAAAlM/i4k1sSfcEow/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-641997124399908233?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/641997124399908233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=641997124399908233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/641997124399908233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/641997124399908233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/12/alternate-stockings.html' title='Alternate Stockings!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sx3sD9JXgHI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FxZIkqqSOgk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-240233967045369042</id><published>2009-11-11T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:40:25.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meanest Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/thief-in-night.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; has got to be one of my favorite posts... The Meanest Mom is a great blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-240233967045369042?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/240233967045369042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=240233967045369042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/240233967045369042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/240233967045369042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/11/meanest-mom.html' title='The Meanest Mom'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1941627535062997549</id><published>2009-10-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:50:39.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretzels'/><title type='text'>Soft Pretzels!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//weltekcheesehead.blogspot.com/"&gt;Weltek &lt;/a&gt;inspired me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She made &lt;a href="http://http//rpc.blogrolling.com/redirect.php?r=44fe9596518bf7d8be78a863d623b660&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fshadesofboo.blogspot.com%2F"&gt;Alton Brown's soft pretzels&lt;/a&gt; to take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to an Oktoberfest this weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark has been eyeing a pretzel recipe lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from somewhere else... so I thought I'd make them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395998806641613794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SuJwU05OG-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/9r4MS5tDYK0/s320/001.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am soooo not a food/blogger/photographer, but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;think these look pretty good, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395998899817159266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SuJwaQAAGmI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2RYwJ9sZwjk/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1941627535062997549?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1941627535062997549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1941627535062997549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1941627535062997549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1941627535062997549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/10/weltek-inspired-me-she-made-alton.html' title='Soft Pretzels!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SuJwU05OG-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/9r4MS5tDYK0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1109631275533916835</id><published>2009-10-20T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:20:58.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>We Brown Girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This little miss got new glasses !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394792516427422946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/St4nNfqXnOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/X86ubyqLfPI/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This little miss slept with curlers in her hair...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394793146170041346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/St4nyJotZAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4C56wKpb7Kg/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This little miss isn't sure whether she likes brown hair or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394793647061966434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/St4oPTmpnmI/AAAAAAAAAks/LyOfjtdskoU/s400/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For comparison... thoughts anyone??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394794978173812386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/St4pcyYcfqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/i5kziam-i90/s200/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus points to the first person who knows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;where this was taken!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1109631275533916835?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1109631275533916835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1109631275533916835' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1109631275533916835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1109631275533916835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-brown-girls.html' title='We Brown Girls...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/St4nNfqXnOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/X86ubyqLfPI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3546453964906950852</id><published>2009-09-18T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:01:32.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Some summer faces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if they were really having fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer we went to Lagoon - an amusement park in Utah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was WARM for us Arizonans.. because we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't normally stand around in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousin Alissa and Uncle Fon went with us, we really did have lots of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fun, despite the faces below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382944209098387586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQPPPUOMII/AAAAAAAAAi0/DaFAzfxRg34/s400/IMG_5099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brennan wasn't super thrilled to have to go on the Tilt-a-Whirl,&lt;br /&gt;and Mallory was just tired of waiting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382950592686487442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQVC0COd5I/AAAAAAAAAjk/tNI4D51-hFY/s400/IMG_5113.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Brennan and Alissa did the daredevil stunts -&lt;br /&gt;flying and the catapult! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382959533772615122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQdLQLRrdI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LVZYXG7eZsQ/s400/Vacation+July+2009+219.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I think they loved it!&lt;br /&gt;I'd consider the flying, but when they let you go, you end up face down, feet up..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That? I don't think I could take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382945067631750226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQQBNmhrFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/X9MHrLViVJo/s400/IMG_5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I found that I LOVED the Blastoff - Mallory, not so much!&lt;br /&gt;My BIL Fon had fun on it as well - was good at encouraging Mallory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes - we got pretty wet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382961075726759234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQelAZytUI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vofUXLXnnj0/s400/Vacation+July+2009+205.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rattlesnake Rapids&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Brennan &amp;amp; Alissa enjoyed it the most!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll have to soon get some of Brennan's football pictures up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've put them on Facebook. I'm really proud of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382947736027679570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQSciJsS1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/3KOHN2iN2NY/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He has never played organized sports, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;except for an afterschool basketball team in 5th or 6th grade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382948776288531842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQTZFbNNYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/da4MXK4xpnc/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year he has gone out for 9th grade football, and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;has been the punter for his team. He has really gotten into shape, and enjoys it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My little boy is growing up..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382960398792816386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQd9moKdwI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4uWR2EmRmsM/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's taller than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3546453964906950852?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3546453964906950852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3546453964906950852' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3546453964906950852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3546453964906950852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-summer-faces.html' title='Some summer faces...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SrQPPPUOMII/AAAAAAAAAi0/DaFAzfxRg34/s72-c/IMG_5099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6464134220913969699</id><published>2009-08-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:52:15.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mallory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>She wanted short.. she got short...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mallory has been asking for a hair cut for a little while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRqMcr4YRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OzmbjxbbyXQ/s1600-h/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374037017451061522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRqMcr4YRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OzmbjxbbyXQ/s400/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Our usual stylist is recovering from Carpal Tunnel surgery, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we ventured across the street to our neighbor Carli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wife of The Biggest Loser's Dane!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374036903433356050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRqFz78QxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mxOgHoGlDh8/s400/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quite a bit of summer swim damaged hair came off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRp_xZj4nI/AAAAAAAAAiI/he_GVtB5iIc/s1600-h/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374036799673066098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRp_xZj4nI/AAAAAAAAAiI/he_GVtB5iIc/s400/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Carli did some cute styling with the blow dryer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRp3foRQTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/n4omUyCTWvo/s1600-h/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374036657463968050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRp3foRQTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/n4omUyCTWvo/s400/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And lo and behold... a little more grown up girl she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRpw6XtT8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/7fIGH3nTeMU/s1600-h/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374036544383176642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRpw6XtT8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/7fIGH3nTeMU/s400/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whether I'll be able to get it styled decently with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a blow dryer remains to be seen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6464134220913969699?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6464134220913969699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6464134220913969699' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6464134220913969699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6464134220913969699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-wanted-short-she-got-short.html' title='She wanted short.. she got short...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpRqMcr4YRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OzmbjxbbyXQ/s72-c/Mallory%27s+Haircut!+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1484134153611031031</id><published>2009-08-23T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:52:15.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burp cloths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curlers'/><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&gt; Just made 80 Turkey Ricotta meatballs - we'll have some for dinner this afternoon, and the rest I'll freeze for later use. I still have a pan of Pumpkin Enchilada's in the freezer to take out sometime... I'll have to adjust the recipe when I make them again! (too much pumpkin, not enough meat..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373277975737330434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG32Z9A6wI/AAAAAAAAAhI/d4plh4M9vh8/s400/169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 2&gt; Mallory is growing up too quickly for me.. I don't remember if I did my own hair when I was 8... I'm sure that I combed it and all - it was straight as a stick and I had bangs, so it didn't take much doing. Mallory put sponge curlers in her hair all by herself last night - well Mark put the last one in on the back. She actually did a great job - when Blogger lets me, I'll put the picture up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373278469796024338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG4TKdyUBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/504pqOz8on0/s400/149.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 3&gt; I am now a Den Leader for Cub Scouts - I recently had been working with the young girls age 10 &amp;amp; 11 in the Church, but now I get Cub Scouts. We only have 6 boys in both the Bear and Wolf dens combined - so it's pretty easy - weekly meetings - and fun things to do. I've never done Scouts before, and my son is 14 - so I'll have to get immersed in it all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4&gt; Jessica is loving choir in 7th grade! I almost wish that I'd started choir before 9th grade. We insisted she take choir for her elective, instead of band - she's been playing the flute for 2 years, like her mom. But she sings well, and we thought it would be a great experience. After the first day she came home exclaiming she LOVES choir! And they hadn't even sung anything yet! I knew that she would. An old director of mine claimed "all the best people are in choir!!" So True! In 20 years, it's not the people in your biology or math class that you'll remember, it's the people you met in music classes!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373278247938663282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG4GP-3o3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9HSNZut65qI/s400/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 5&gt; I LOVE riding my bike- I get up at 5 am and ride for about an hour. Alongside the canals here it is paved so I ride a few miles there, and near a Riparian Preserve. It is a great route not on any main roads, so I get to avoid the traffic. My neighbor Beth goes with me Tues Thurs &amp;amp; Saturday - but the rest of the time I'm alone... Someone I go to church with said she's been watching for me to take my picture while riding... PEGGY is STALKING me! Lol! She takes pictures of EVERYONE she possibly can! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6&gt; We are making S'mores in the oven for dessert this afternoon. I'm not sure how far two Hershey bars will go for 6 people, but we'll probably substitute some chocolate chips to make more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7&gt; Brennan is going out for the football team at the Jr High - he's grown so much over the summer - he is now taller than me. If we'd known how much of a time commitment it is for him, we may have been a bit more hesitant (not that we weren't already..) During the summer he did weight training for a 2-3 hours in the morning, and now along with his A-hour class that starts at 7:45, he gets out of school at 3:55 , comes home for a bite to eat, and back to practice at 6-9pm. Thankfully his last hour is his PE class, where they actually go to the library to do homework. We feel like we haven't seen him much the last couple of weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373277701969397890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG3meFpyII/AAAAAAAAAhA/6bKROveEoOM/s400/173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;8&gt; I've made a few cutesy burp cloths - this is something I had a picture of, that wouldn't load! Using cloth diapers bought at Walmart or Target, sewed some fabric and or ribbon onto the ends, to make them a little cuter! I wish I'd have thought to done it when I had my own babies! I've seen others make them, this was not my idea... but it's fun to give them for shower gifts!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373277397674634962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG3UwgILtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/QYF5jmC15Ms/s400/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 9&gt; I vow to be a better blogger - I've gotten so hung up in Facebook... I should be better about better documenting things, rather than just doing one liners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10&gt; I had a wonderful 17th Anniversary at the beginning of this month with my dear husband - we went out to dinner at Coup de Tartes - a bistro type place in Phoenix. We had a three onion tart for appetizer -&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373279485036114530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG5OQh4smI/AAAAAAAAAhg/aI4GtbAxL7E/s400/158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the crust was Sooo buttery. Mark had a filet, I had chicken, and we had a three berry tart for dessert.. aaaahhhh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373279681973460082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG5ZuLaHHI/AAAAAAAAAho/8IoYiNoYruI/s400/162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So good. I love him- he is such a good man - he works so hard for our family - it's tough at his job - the drama gets to be too much sometimes, but he continues on to support our family! Thanks Mark, I love yoU!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373279884347108658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG5lgFC7TI/AAAAAAAAAhw/W7WPhLdLNi4/s400/161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1484134153611031031?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1484134153611031031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1484134153611031031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1484134153611031031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1484134153611031031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/08/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SpG32Z9A6wI/AAAAAAAAAhI/d4plh4M9vh8/s72-c/169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6975249399320170402</id><published>2009-08-02T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:45:31.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tami'/><title type='text'>Friends, and more friends!  Thanks Facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here I am finally getting around to blogging some of our vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We drove to UT on July 17- spending the night in St George, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and continuing up on Saturday to stay at Marcy's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Thanks to Facebook, I have been able to reconnect with some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;old friends. It's been lots of fun finding out what is going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;in their lives in the past twenty-some years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On Sunday, Mallory and I went and had dessert with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Hacking Clan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYgUGxU3LI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SNZDy843J0k/s1600-h/Vacation+July+2009+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365511535845498034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYgUGxU3LI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SNZDy843J0k/s400/Vacation+July+2009+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cory and Kim and I went to Junior High together. We believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;we all had Mr Bishop for 7th grade math - we think it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;an Accelerated class (us smarties!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I vaguely remember 8th grade math with Cory, and Mr Hoyt, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I remember that class more because I had a huge crush on Cory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But... I've moved on... (hee hee!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He and Kim dated all through the rest of school, (I moved away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;after 9th grade) and the result is this cute family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Next time I go visit, I'll try and meet up with them to teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kim how to make bread! Will be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The next day I got to meet up with these cute girls, not far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;from the actual scene of the below crime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My partners in crime were Tami Jackson Meadows, and Wendy Lou Hughes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is us at a church dance when we were in High School -I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it must have been during my senior year, but not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;( absolutely LOVED the sweater vest I have on, and sad to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I still have it. But I don't wear it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I think we had planned to coordinat e our outfits that night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365511222160710850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYgB2NC3MI/AAAAAAAAAgo/2V6MOJY58q0/s400/High+School+buddies+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Before we drove to Evanston on Monday, Tami told me that Wendy was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;living there again. I don't remember the last time that I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seen her! I see Tami usually every time we go to UT/WY, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;had no idea that she (Wendy) was in town. We planned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;meet in Evanston at Bear River Park, and bring our lunches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYfRVG1BjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xCZcH68_AN0/s1600-h/Vacation+July+2009+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365510388642547250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYfRVG1BjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xCZcH68_AN0/s400/Vacation+July+2009+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here we are - with so much more experience and wisdom in our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And 11 kids between us! (although half of them are Tami's so.. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Also thanks to Facebook, Kristin Nixon Hopkin came!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYe_mIbEwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/fcZ7dM-fy60/s1600-h/Vacation+July+2009+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365510083974992642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYe_mIbEwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/fcZ7dM-fy60/s400/Vacation+July+2009+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kristin and I met my sophomore year in PE class.. I had just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;moved to Evanston from Vernal - and didn't know many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She was excited because I was TALLER than she was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We shared a locker that year- and although she was a cheerleader (ha ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we were good friends! She and Vern have been living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in Evanston for several years - I didn't know it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I haven't seen her since our wedding open house in Alpine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We've talked once or twice - but it has been so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYexgovYlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/FfJ2unbeKHM/s1600-h/Vacation+July+2009+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509841981760082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYexgovYlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/FfJ2unbeKHM/s400/Vacation+July+2009+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here are Vern and Kristin with their three youngest -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sorry, can't remember their names. They got married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;like a month after we graduated, so Kristin is already a mother-in-law, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;with her daughter getting married in August, and she's a grandmother-to-be as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was great fun getting together with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And later that week I saw these two great ladies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I met both of them at the University of Wyoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Toni's sister Carolyn is my age, and was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lambda Delta Sigma with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Karen Heath Penman and I were only at UW for one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;semester together - my last before my mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;She and I sang a song in church, His Hands (no, it's not the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;one everyone thinks,) and I've carried that copy around for all these years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Karen now sings in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, so when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;you watch the broadcast on Sunday morning, look for her in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;back row - she's tall like me (I think even taller!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Toni Buckley Wilkins is a teacher - 5th grade, I think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at the same school for 19 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;How's that for dedication and longevity?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365508101520676722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SnYdMM6e13I/AAAAAAAAAgI/rza0C_a8mZw/s400/Vacation+July+2009+228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Funny story is that when Toni was coming up to Ogden to meet us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;she had slow traffic and was rushing thru Ogden, and got pulled over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;for speeding! She turned on her charm (she IS very charming) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and told the officer she was going to meet her friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She got away with a warning and no ticket! Way to go Toni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm super glad that my family humored me on our Family Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and let me meet up with my old friends! I had a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Next blog post about all the fun family stuff we did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6975249399320170402?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6975249399320170402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6975249399320170402' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6975249399320170402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6975249399320170402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-and-more-friends-thanks.html' title='Friends, and more friends!  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A few of my loaves of bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have entered her home, so she asked if I'd show her how to make it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1B-UcIVzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/a4g17_xvkNA/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358511670535149362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1B-UcIVzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/a4g17_xvkNA/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love her cute apron?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She let me wear one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1B1Q9NQHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/4d7KDpp3FJ0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358511514981318770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1B1Q9NQHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/4d7KDpp3FJ0/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an ancient Bosch mixer - said she got it for a wedding present 30 or so&lt;br /&gt;years ago... it takes a licking and keeps on ticking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1BvK75gcI/AAAAAAAAAfw/i4jndRzPvhM/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358511410286002626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1BvK75gcI/AAAAAAAAAfw/i4jndRzPvhM/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that the Bosch mostly kneads it for the baker all on it's own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't take much elbow grease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1BoUEfHLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_R9xrhsPKM0/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358511292478856370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1BoUEfHLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_R9xrhsPKM0/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely dough ball!  Ready to rise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1BfexvDTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wYtB4ApsSqQ/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358511140734176562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1BfexvDTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wYtB4ApsSqQ/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stole the camera from me... Love the apron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I also love her scrapbooking station in the background!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1BZuM1y4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/z0FUF08zOeE/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358511041795181442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1BZuM1y4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/z0FUF08zOeE/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then she brought me a warm loaf!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad pay for an hour's worth of work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(although it wasn't much work... glad to visit with you, Bobbi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-637564762355700694?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/637564762355700694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=637564762355700694' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/637564762355700694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/637564762355700694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/afternoon-with-bobbi.html' title='An afternoon with Bobbi...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sl1B-UcIVzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/a4g17_xvkNA/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3049495097928513109</id><published>2009-07-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:57:44.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><title type='text'>A look back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Slp0OGCd96I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Qb5NdDw1OKE/s1600-h/IMG_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357722492198582178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Slp0OGCd96I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Qb5NdDw1OKE/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three years ago we had a long.... for us, anyway... summer vacation. We drove to Northern Utah, across Wyoming, down into Colorado, through New Mexico and back home. We drove over 2200 miles that trip... Mark driving most because my TN was acting up and I wasn't well medicated. Nevertheless, I was looking thru some pics.. and found this cute one of Jessica. She was 9 at the time.. and we went up Pikes Peak with my brother and his family. We stopped in a beautiful area for our picnic lunch - and loved the quaking aspens there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357726474329188066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Slp314oY5uI/AAAAAAAAAfI/whmgLZeHxMA/s400/downloaded+5-22-09+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now?? she is growing up... somehow she's now got her ears pierced, and will be starting Junior High in a month.. where has the time gone?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be heading North again.. out of the desert... in a few days.. looking forward to seeing some old friends... and hanging out with family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3049495097928513109?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3049495097928513109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3049495097928513109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3049495097928513109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3049495097928513109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-back.html' title='A look back...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Slp0OGCd96I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Qb5NdDw1OKE/s72-c/IMG_0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-425802982104679491</id><published>2009-07-02T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:22:58.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Okay!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I need to update... will try to come up with something clever today... hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-425802982104679491?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/425802982104679491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=425802982104679491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/425802982104679491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/425802982104679491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-okay.html' title='Okay, Okay!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1665047430614531564</id><published>2009-06-21T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:14:00.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dad'/><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I love my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I am grateful he chose a beautiful wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sj6uRj_inBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fLZloKDW220/s1600-h/Mike+McCabe+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905024105487378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sj6uRj_inBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fLZloKDW220/s400/Mike+McCabe+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am thankful he did things with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;(I don't know if that's really me, though..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905111598352626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sj6uWp7dyPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GE0LgoF3ZZg/s400/Mike+McCabe+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;He always provided an adequate and safe home for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905329228286050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sj6ujUqfCGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/JsUGBEFS5XU/s400/Mike+McCabe+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When he became a Grandpa - to Megan Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Megan will soon make him a Great Grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Summer 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905477831392514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sj6ur-QOfQI/AAAAAAAAAew/uPonCeeLlNU/s400/Mike+McCabe+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And with my sweet boy Brennan... Summer 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905961107187922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sj6vIGmJ6NI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HLGOi04pQOQ/s400/Mike+McCabe+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Thanks Dad - I love you, and Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1665047430614531564?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1665047430614531564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1665047430614531564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1665047430614531564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1665047430614531564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sj6uRj_inBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fLZloKDW220/s72-c/Mike+McCabe+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1440175868887018161</id><published>2009-06-20T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:25:46.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drivein'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday night clouds- and the sun setting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjybViHWlxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dWx9JfzcFms/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349321251646510866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjybViHWlxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dWx9JfzcFms/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were headed towards Scottsdale for a Drive-in Double Feature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mark noticed how ORANGE the sky was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjybOJd1ccI/AAAAAAAAAeI/9OCK2dPTDBU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349321124770836930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjybOJd1ccI/AAAAAAAAAeI/9OCK2dPTDBU/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We loaded up the lawn chairs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some sandwiches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caramel popcorn,&lt;br /&gt;Buttered popcorn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sonic drinks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjybGhalkrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/DbMS8iHI-nE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349320993760711346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjybGhalkrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/DbMS8iHI-nE/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A mom, a dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjyaKTq5caI/AAAAAAAAAd4/6ov_J9wZy_Y/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349319959278875042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjyaKTq5caI/AAAAAAAAAd4/6ov_J9wZy_Y/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and a coupla cute girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(the boy was gone with the Scouts to a cabin..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh, and a pig and a monkey came too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjyZwj5XiWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/xty52PDKoew/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349319516957935970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjyZwj5XiWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/xty52PDKoew/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The weather was beautiful - even took some blankets.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it tried to rain, but we only got a few sprinkles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although there is no longer playground equipment up near the screen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the drive in can be a fun place... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more poles with speakers on them to hang on your car window..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring a radio and tune it in (my Zune was awesome !)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope that the kids nearby aren't too rowdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe the girls will fall asleep in the car - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, and maybe I will too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If double headers started at 6ish, maybe I'd see more of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;second movie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/36365129-1440175868887018161?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1440175868887018161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1440175868887018161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1440175868887018161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1440175868887018161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday Night Lights...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SjybViHWlxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dWx9JfzcFms/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6642234851607845973</id><published>2009-06-06T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:06:30.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A finished project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When fabric is on sale at Joann's, I often will buy, not always sure what I'll make..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started this a few weeks ago - and finally finished it today - Hope it doesn't make your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyes buggy... I know that stripes get me a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344323683472234882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SiraEx4R2YI/AAAAAAAAAdo/KxWd7PCJlb4/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me say I am NOT a regular quilter.. there is no handsewing here - it's just squares and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all machine stitched.. and it just has the stripes on the back. Not even a real binding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really did try to make a pattern - really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm proud of it. There is also something oddly satisfying in finishing off a spool of thread!  It is for my sister who is having a baby in the next few weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6642234851607845973?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6642234851607845973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6642234851607845973' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6642234851607845973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6642234851607845973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/finished-project.html' title='A finished project'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SiraEx4R2YI/AAAAAAAAAdo/KxWd7PCJlb4/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-4236576214364419486</id><published>2009-06-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:34:34.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mallory'/><title type='text'>A night out.. with my baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Who taught this kid manners?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SidKKEaXNuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RzTVviSr7nw/s1600-h/downloaded+5-22-09+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343321019741845218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SidKKEaXNuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RzTVviSr7nw/s400/downloaded+5-22-09+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A few weeks ago, we found ourselves alone with Mallory on a Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We tried to find a place for dinner that wouldn't have a long wait... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it had been a long week, and we were hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suddenly it dawned on us to go to &lt;a href="http://www.landmarkrestaurant.com/"&gt;The Landmark &lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We hadn't been there in quite sometime!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is an old two story churchbuilding in Mesa, West of downtown. Our first apartment was only a few hundred yards away from it, but way back then, we in no way could afford to eat there! They have a salad ROOM, not a salad bar.. but a salad ROOM! All kinds of thinks like quail eggs and pickled stuff...It's kind of a fun place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; It has beautiful wall paper, wooden divider type things that have old china pieces on display. Probably the best part of the meal is that they give you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SORBET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, a small scoop, between courses to "cleanse your palate". Yum! The lemon sorbet is the best, but we had raspberry this night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343324763782190322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SidNkADJFPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VCNilmQpNcw/s400/downloaded+5-22-09+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mallory was being her usual fruitcake self.. it was fun to hear her talk- without any competition for attention from her siblings. She was getting goofy putting her pinky up in the air... She absolutely LOVED the chocolate mousse for dessert - we split one- yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343325024609481698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SidNzLtNs-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Js4S28xgJxU/s400/downloaded+5-22-09+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I suppose I shoulda made myself a little more presentable.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343325382141814130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SidOH_nkJXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/L31DCRKzhd0/s400/downloaded+5-22-09+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-4236576214364419486?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4236576214364419486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=4236576214364419486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4236576214364419486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4236576214364419486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-out-with-my-baby.html' title='A night out.. with my baby...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SidKKEaXNuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RzTVviSr7nw/s72-c/downloaded+5-22-09+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-4329205498087857747</id><published>2009-06-02T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:21:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-avoider</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yep. That's me. I am going to try and do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a fun picture - &lt;strong&gt;rats&lt;/strong&gt;... doesn't want to load.. I'll try later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Anthony about 14 years ago! When Mark &amp;amp; I moved to Oregon, we knew no one there!&lt;br /&gt;We asked around at church for referrals for a babysitter - Brennan was only a month old, and I had to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony's mom Kim was who we were referred to! She was a nurse- now doing child care- and the fit was wonderful. She lived not far from us, so we dropped off Brennan on our way to work.&lt;br /&gt;Kim was wonderful- she had a houseful of fun kids she tended - and they always had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing anyone in Oregon- the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Libonati's&lt;/span&gt; kind of took us in as family- I still consider them family now. Anthony was just a little guy then - maybe 8 years old? Precocious little guy - tough, he played ice hockey in a league. Well- he is still playing, although now in a semi pro status. He is all grown up and married! Wow! We were able to meet him for lunch on Memorial Day when he was in town for a Hockey tournament. We had a great time visiting with him and catching up on his family. We've all reconnected via Facebook - so that was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to have a little time with him - now we have to figure out how to see his parents, Kim &amp;amp; Dana again- Guess we'll have to make a trip up north again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in OR, we also had a chance to become acquainted with the Jazz group New York Voices.&lt;br /&gt;Dana met Darmon Meader in New York - a birthday present from Kim, if I remember. Kim Nazarian, of the group, came out to help Dana with a workshop for his Choir kids, and one night she was at their house - and we were invited to come and listen! Dana on the piano, Kim N singing, and Glen, Dana's brother, on the drums I think. It was awesome! I got a tape recording of Kim singing an acapella Somewhere Over The Rainbow! It was the best - also Soon It's Gonna Rain - I wish I could find that little cassette tape - although it probably won't sound so great anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - memories - of the great time we spent in OR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-4329205498087857747?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4329205498087857747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=4329205498087857747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4329205498087857747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4329205498087857747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-avoider.html' title='Blog-avoider'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3436010839066020122</id><published>2009-05-10T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:01:22.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to find the words to say how much I miss my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She left us far too early.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure that I didn't tell her often enough how very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankful I was to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, because she was a Mother, she knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here she is, age five, with her favorite flowers - Peonies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know where this picture is, probably Illinois, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;where she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;grew up.  We also had them at our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;house in Magna, UT, other places the climate wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;support them. But she loved them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc7sktzV1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rR2UcATgNXc/s1600-h/Nancy+Lu+White+McCabe+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334297920599709522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc7sktzV1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rR2UcATgNXc/s400/Nancy+Lu+White+McCabe+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334298215635484098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc79vzz_cI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dQyLVebMW-k/s400/Nancy+Lu+White+McCabe+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mom with her parents Frank and Jessie White, and her brother Larry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334298038418628498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc7zboBX5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/r_Pwqi4Qfd0/s400/Nancy+Lu+White+McCabe+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I don't know if this one above is before my parents married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I believe so, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334298351132989026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc8Fok71mI/AAAAAAAAAco/-yrSCCttwWg/s400/Nancy+Lu+White+McCabe+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;February 1969 - I was age 2 - my parents had been married &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;not quite 5 years, with 3 kids 3 and under. I don't know how she did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334298765802091954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc8dxVwNbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bEOKZIIEhNo/s400/McCabe+Family+Pictures+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somewhere along the road, my mom started wearing flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in her hair.  She had a little drawer with all different colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of silk flowers, and an abundance of bobby pins to put them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334299295025343602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc88k2aLHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/aeIqe5HzWuY/s400/McCabe+Family+Pictures+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad came to visit us in Oregon - we moved there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;shortly after Brennan was born. I know it was tough for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;them for us to be away - but we made some great memories when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they came to visit.  Mom's parents left Arizona in April every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;year, and went to Canby Oregon with their trailer, and parked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it on the land of some friends.  We went to visit them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this particular summer , and stopped at a roadside market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for fruits and Vegetables, and to see goats that climb in the trees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334298541012441138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc8Qr7uWDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/PLz_EgADUm0/s400/Nancy+Lu+White+McCabe+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I could go on and on with stories about my mom. She was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a wonderful woman, who loved Jesus Christ and wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;share her testimony with anyone she met. She loved her children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and grandchildren, and read to them whenever she could.  She also loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heritage - she loved to do family history, and was thrilled to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the Netherlands - place of her mother's birth, in 2004.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A year or so ago, I ran into some friends of my parents at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bookstore, and Elaine said that I reminded her of my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That was one of the greatest compliments I ever received. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss her so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3436010839066020122?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3436010839066020122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3436010839066020122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3436010839066020122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3436010839066020122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sgc7sktzV1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rR2UcATgNXc/s72-c/Nancy+Lu+White+McCabe+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6640780880107845940</id><published>2009-05-08T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:22:09.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark in his 40th year'/><title type='text'>I resemble that remark!</title><content type='html'>At work today Dawn asked me if I had abandoned my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Didn't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic to tide you over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark had a birthday - I made chocolate ganache to put on his cake.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat any of it. But everyone else seemed to like it.&lt;br /&gt;He's now in his 40th year! Woo HoO! Love ya honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333581491050848290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SgSwG4qvICI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Cjw-CUv-YjI/s400/birthday%27s+etc+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6640780880107845940?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6640780880107845940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6640780880107845940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6640780880107845940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6640780880107845940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-resemble-that-remark.html' title='I resemble that remark!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SgSwG4qvICI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Cjw-CUv-YjI/s72-c/birthday%27s+etc+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6359945404804956733</id><published>2009-04-22T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:36:41.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spaghettio&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Seriously????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mark got a new book for his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A MAN, A CAN, A PLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, not that kind of can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it contains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;50 Great Guy Meals even YOU can Make!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The following has to be the most disgusting of the bunch.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the one at the bottom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Se8cPiFSUeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TXchdJaqOMQ/s1600-h/Egg+and+O%27s+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327507937375179234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Se8cPiFSUeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TXchdJaqOMQ/s400/Egg+and+O%27s+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spaghettio's, 2 eggs + 2 egg whites, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 Tbsp shredded Parmesan, Milk &amp;amp; garlic powder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's like a Spaghettio's Fritatta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As Tara would say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seriously??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6359945404804956733?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6359945404804956733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6359945404804956733' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6359945404804956733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6359945404804956733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously????'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Se8cPiFSUeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TXchdJaqOMQ/s72-c/Egg+and+O%27s+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5730293014743894069</id><published>2009-04-19T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:23:27.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>And then she was TWELVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bright and early one April Morning, 12 years ago, Miss Jessica came to our Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3ws9xKWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eVMsBaxkYR0/s1600-h/April+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326553031627581794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3ws9xKWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eVMsBaxkYR0/s400/April+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She was named after two of her Great Grandmothers - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tjitske Germeraad (Jessica in Dutch)- my grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esta Marcella Webb- Mark's grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3qk_RgTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Tg4tbgheGCY/s1600-h/April+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552926407196978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3qk_RgTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Tg4tbgheGCY/s400/April+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's wanting to grow up - of course I don't want to let her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had to wait until I was 16 to get my ears pierced - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mom said... if God had wanted holes in your ears, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He would have put them there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But.. Mark convinced me we shouldn't make her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wait that long.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so... Voila... holes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3aoO5zSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/aDYQFN4MZJI/s1600-h/April+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552652400151842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3aoO5zSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/aDYQFN4MZJI/s400/April+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jessica has a beautiful voice - plays the flute, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and Grandma Brown teaches her piano.&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday was piano day - so she got to see Nana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3N45QC1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/vtlx7htfImk/s1600-h/April+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552433534438226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3N45QC1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/vtlx7htfImk/s400/April+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Riding in the front seat for the first time.. on a trip to Sonic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3GzMsWrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6gtOepek0_4/s1600-h/April+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552311746288306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3GzMsWrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6gtOepek0_4/s400/April+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Our friend Tara stopped by - always good for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a chocolate bar and a hug for the girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326555338413289122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu52-aVrqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HbvIE25XieU/s400/April+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For a party, Jessica invited some friends to go see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HANNAH MONTANA!!! AAACCCKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;(actually enjoyed it...I did!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kylan is a cousin, Erin is a neighbor -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;these two have a lot in common, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;besides the obvious. They also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;both love TOMATOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu2uU-DSyI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QgMlbykKqBE/s1600-h/April+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326551891314952994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu2uU-DSyI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QgMlbykKqBE/s400/April+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Celeste is in Jessica's class at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu2nnVty9I/AAAAAAAAAao/pdX02dK9kE0/s1600-h/April+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326551775986961362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu2nnVty9I/AAAAAAAAAao/pdX02dK9kE0/s400/April+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At the theatre, all sugared up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu2gBdaoKI/AAAAAAAAAag/e1PAqN4-duA/s1600-h/April+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326551645559627938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu2gBdaoKI/AAAAAAAAAag/e1PAqN4-duA/s400/April+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Frosted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu2W8lATgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Rjkty9SA8eY/s1600-h/April+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326551489630457346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu2W8lATgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Rjkty9SA8eY/s400/April+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love you , my Jessica! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/36365129-5730293014743894069?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5730293014743894069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5730293014743894069' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5730293014743894069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5730293014743894069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-then-she-was-twelve.html' title='And then she was TWELVE!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Seu3ws9xKWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eVMsBaxkYR0/s72-c/April+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3012694463342618143</id><published>2009-04-14T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:26:54.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to stay young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to read this one over and over until it becomes part of who we are!&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO STAY YOUNG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Try everything twice. On one woman's tombstone she said she wanted this epitaph:&lt;br /&gt;Tried everything twice...loved it both times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends.?The grouches pull you down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never let the brain get idle.&lt;br /&gt;'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's name is Alzheimer's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you have a friend who makes you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;LIVE while you are alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Your home is your refuge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Cherish your health:&lt;br /&gt;If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my special friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember! Lost time can never be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There were some really cute pics that I got in an email with this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I don't know how to save them and upload them... bummer!&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/36365129-3012694463342618143?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3012694463342618143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3012694463342618143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3012694463342618143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3012694463342618143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-stay-young.html' title='How to stay young!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6118951906374242146</id><published>2009-03-24T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:17:01.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert botanical gardens'/><title type='text'>She's got lots of Glass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Monday night we went with our friends/neighbors the Haws' to the Desert Botanical Gardens near Phoenix. There is currently a Dale Chihuly exhibit there - the blown glass is spectacular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmTIobHfkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w2IwjOrPfZU/s1600-h/March+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316942611586973250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmTIobHfkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w2IwjOrPfZU/s400/March+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The exhibit is there until the end of May, I believe, so if you are local, I'd encourage you to attend if you can, but make reservations, check their website at &lt;a href="http://www.dbg.org/"&gt;http://www.dbg.org/&lt;/a&gt; .  It's fabulous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmTCpGV8VI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Kxs7fDcxlRY/s1600-h/March+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316942508689060178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmTCpGV8VI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Kxs7fDcxlRY/s400/March+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmS8NQz2YI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eNaVkj7c9fY/s1600-h/March+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316942398137555330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmS8NQz2YI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eNaVkj7c9fY/s400/March+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmS0siK7eI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/oUkA7byY9fk/s1600-h/March+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316942269092916706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmS0siK7eI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/oUkA7byY9fk/s400/March+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmSt-VicpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GLKzXua1Wkg/s1600-h/March+2009+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316942153612685970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmSt-VicpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GLKzXua1Wkg/s400/March+2009+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmSmoYrZMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EYHdFv6Rpcs/s1600-h/March+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316942027461190850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmSmoYrZMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EYHdFv6Rpcs/s400/March+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmSeWVGniI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5FShk0Ts-gk/s1600-h/March+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316941885175406114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmSeWVGniI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5FShk0Ts-gk/s400/March+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmSVVXApAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6OmGUzeF2Yo/s1600-h/March+2009+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316941730296144898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmSVVXApAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6OmGUzeF2Yo/s400/March+2009+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6118951906374242146?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6118951906374242146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6118951906374242146' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6118951906374242146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6118951906374242146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-got-lots-of-glass.html' title='She&apos;s got lots of Glass!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ScmTIobHfkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w2IwjOrPfZU/s72-c/March+2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-2393034733033629254</id><published>2009-03-15T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:52:38.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mallory'/><title type='text'>Finally... Miss Mallory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sb2cl9su1yI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oSm7-6CoReo/s1600-h/October+thru+March+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313575311398328098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sb2cl9su1yI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oSm7-6CoReo/s400/October+thru+March+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;While we were in computer Limbo... my Miss Mallory had a birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eight years ago she came to join our family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were all prepared to have her come, when a couple of days before her due date,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went to the hospital to do the "become familiar with us" tour. Actually, it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr Linnerson reviewing things for the not first time parents, but had been awhile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or something like that. We left the Banner Desert, pulled out onto Dobson Road to get on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freeway. While we were waiting, a big ole boat of a car rear ended us. The poor lady felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so bad.. her mom or grandma or someone was in the hospital, and she was stressed, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wasn't paying attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of course, with me 9 months pregnant, the firefighters wanted me to get checked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I said I was fine, and we went home. I sat in my glider-rocker with my feet up, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all of a sudden - the baby was doing somersaults! Huge ones! That is not something that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should be happening that late! Needless to say, she turned head up.. not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the hospital two days later, and Dr Linnerson was on call for the weekend, so he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried to do a Version - which involves turning the baby. Grease up the belly, and try to turn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her like a wingnut- crazy! She did turn around to head down, but she never engaged, and the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next day, Feb 24th, I had a c-section, my first. Not very fun.. but it did bring our Mallory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313575655182549282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sb2c5-ZRwSI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cikp0eDXbmY/s400/October+thru+March+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313576284009432354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sb2dek9ShSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GUae2V2FBHY/s400/October+thru+March+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313575864127997202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sb2dGIxwRRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/y2oFN3VFqko/s400/October+thru+March+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Her name was not because of anyone, but one that we liked, and because it fit the pattern that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'd inadvertently started with the other two. It has two consonants in the middle, and is seven letters long. Weird, but it just turned out. Don't know what we'd do without her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313576463128294962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sb2dpAOjdjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XwsffzmYPKM/s400/October+thru+March+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313577029199298690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sb2eJ9AZgII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/f4fD8QXq58o/s400/October+thru+March+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We kind of had a splurge out on her Birthday dinner, we as a family had finished reading the Book of Mormon, between stake conferences, a challenge by our Stake President.  We also had Grandpa Michael in town, so we went to Ah-So for Tepanyaki style Japanese dinner!  That was YUMMY!   Here are a few pictures documenting her day - from waking up - to going to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-2393034733033629254?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2393034733033629254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=2393034733033629254' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2393034733033629254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2393034733033629254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-miss-mallory.html' title='Finally... Miss Mallory!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sb2cl9su1yI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oSm7-6CoReo/s72-c/October+thru+March+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-2023462816505681043</id><published>2009-03-04T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:23:30.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggest Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighborhood'/><title type='text'>In My Neighborhood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For awhile I have wanted to take a tour of my neighborhood to show you (out-of-towners) what it is like, and challenge you to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, the other night when we walked the dog, I snapped some pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8K4nlZtII/AAAAAAAAAYE/eQDJih7UDLk/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309474453507912834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8K4nlZtII/AAAAAAAAAYE/eQDJih7UDLk/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;There are many of these in our area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8Kxy4theI/AAAAAAAAAX8/01nAj6nUtrg/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309474336282609122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8Kxy4theI/AAAAAAAAAX8/01nAj6nUtrg/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son wishes he could buy that car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8Kp8d7wyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5zDmFJqijdo/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309474201415697186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8Kp8d7wyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5zDmFJqijdo/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell me who's house the flower is in front of?&lt;br /&gt;Bonus points for you!&lt;br /&gt;(those of you who live near me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309475849449686866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8MJ332x1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/SIeRkjMyGYs/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Milo, taking Jessica for a walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8KY_eN2KI/AAAAAAAAAXk/26_Q7OjcpOU/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473910164412578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8KY_eN2KI/AAAAAAAAAXk/26_Q7OjcpOU/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Please Recycle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8KPXJcn0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Cv0OXjl2rs8/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473744721059650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8KPXJcn0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Cv0OXjl2rs8/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wildflower time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8KFKauIfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/njA1mbfA4D8/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473569505157618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8KFKauIfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/njA1mbfA4D8/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Mary Lynn, on a walk with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;her mom and siblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8J4jQTGuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Lou1dULDkfY/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473352834030306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8J4jQTGuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Lou1dULDkfY/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, it's wintertime in Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8JvMUO_rI/AAAAAAAAAXE/S8ViXPVPvIo/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473192057700018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8JvMUO_rI/AAAAAAAAAXE/S8ViXPVPvIo/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; neighbor Dane, and cousin Blaine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who have appeared on the recent season of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Biggest Loser! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8JlH8IBTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cgBGtqriBTM/s1600-h/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473019084145970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8JlH8IBTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cgBGtqriBTM/s200/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more pics of Dane, see &lt;a href="http://www.fatsassyandmrwonderful.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.fatsassyandmrwonderful.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my challenge to you is to take a walk, take some pics, even if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is snowing outside, and let me know when you do! I suppose it is a tag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I won't name names.. just do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-2023462816505681043?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2023462816505681043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=2023462816505681043' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2023462816505681043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2023462816505681043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-my-neighborhood.html' title='In My Neighborhood...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/Sa8K4nlZtII/AAAAAAAAAYE/eQDJih7UDLk/s72-c/Canon+Download+Oct+thry+Feb+2009+409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1143592185589304927</id><published>2009-02-02T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:51:27.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on Facebook!</title><content type='html'>That's why I have become an even more lame Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's His Fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1143592185589304927?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1143592185589304927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1143592185589304927' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1143592185589304927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1143592185589304927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/blame-it-on-facebook.html' title='Blame it on Facebook!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-4267826351147278920</id><published>2009-01-13T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:45:56.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maurita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polyester'/><title type='text'>Another first...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SW0VfuTWpuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2R8eaQl6FAQ/s1600-h/My+first+instrument.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290908771979536098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SW0VfuTWpuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2R8eaQl6FAQ/s200/My+first+instrument.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I would have to say, a couple of firsts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture cracks me up... it is most likely during my 5th grade year - or the summer before. My sister, Laura, in the high chair, was born just after I turned 10, so it can't be much after that. My brother Matthew is behind me, and our Indian Placement girl, Maurita, is with us. She came from the Navajo Reservation to live with us during the school year - for a better education. I think she came for 2 years, and then we had another girl, Sarah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... This was my first instrument.. so to speak. My parents bought the flute - I'm not sure how they paid for it - money was pretty tight all those growing up up years - but they did it. I still have it! I played the flute thru Jr High school, and I think only my Soph year in HS. Some friends convinced me to try out for concert choir in 9th grade - and I made it - and I haven't stopped singing. I learned to love harmonizing - now I'm trying to teach my girls how to do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music took me lots of places - in 9th grade we travelled from Vernal to Durango Colorado - an awesome trip! With my new obsession with facebook - I have seen the names of some of the gals on that trip with me - I will never forget that trip! In High school, we had a band trip to Disneyland, in addition to festivals around the state of Wyoming. My biggest trip was when I was selected for All-Northwest choir (ID, MT, WY, OR, WA, AK, and UT maybe) and travelled to Portland Oregon. In college I was also able to be part of the Wyoming State Choir that travelled to NYC and performed in Lincoln Center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all - I'm a firm believer in the arts in schools - it is sad that many programs are being cut due to budget shortfalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... on to the 2nd first that is documented in this photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first Fashion FAUX PAS!! LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am wearing orange plaid polyester shorts, and a nautical print shirt - both made by my mom. I'm sure that I didn't go out of the house in that getup, at least I don't think that I did... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom made quite alot of our clothes back then.. many of them the stretch polyester that was prevalent in the 70's. One year we had individual pictures, and we mostly match in our polyester shirts - same material, which had been purchased on sale, for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's a brief look into my life as a 10 year old in the 70's - at least I was smiling, and it goes to show how STRAIGHT my hair was back then, not curly like it is today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-4267826351147278920?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4267826351147278920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=4267826351147278920' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4267826351147278920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4267826351147278920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-first.html' title='Another first...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SW0VfuTWpuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2R8eaQl6FAQ/s72-c/My+first+instrument.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3392144118194243337</id><published>2009-01-01T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:05:26.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYE 08-09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phase 10'/><title type='text'>How does the saying go?</title><content type='html'>Whatever you were doing at midnight on New Years Eve, you'll be doing all year long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I did kiss my husband then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we were in the midst of a rousing game of Phase 10! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the continuation of a game we started with the kids on Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark insisted we finish it - and we didn't get to bed until after TWO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mallory was even a trooper and stayed up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say, my internal time clock won't let me sleep later than about 7:30!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I've been scanning in photos from college all morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I commit to playing more games with my family this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, just for posterity's sake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to embarrass my teenager, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are some pics of us last night!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz1jq7wMZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XnAVnNh34Bw/s1600-h/New+Years+Eve+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370055795257746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz1jq7wMZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XnAVnNh34Bw/s200/New+Years+Eve+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370263731284402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz1vxjkKbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Br-qnIqpDIE/s200/New+Years+Eve+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz193u1OPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RlqTccisSFw/s1600-h/New+Years+Eve+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370505907321074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz193u1OPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RlqTccisSFw/s200/New+Years+Eve+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz3Cl3cPHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Kq27RuPbcJg/s1600-h/New+Years+Eve+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286371686522567794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz3Cl3cPHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Kq27RuPbcJg/s200/New+Years+Eve+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz3OvZbSFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gkoDu5k3psQ/s1600-h/New+Years+Eve+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286371895239460946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz3OvZbSFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gkoDu5k3psQ/s200/New+Years+Eve+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mallory had a wreck on her bike earlier in the day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she has quite the fat lip! Poor kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3392144118194243337?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3392144118194243337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3392144118194243337' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3392144118194243337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3392144118194243337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-does-saying-go.html' title='How does the saying go?'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVz1jq7wMZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XnAVnNh34Bw/s72-c/New+Years+Eve+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1819065177057433487</id><published>2008-12-31T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:02:22.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><title type='text'>Saying goodbye to one friend, and hello to another!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'll give the sad news first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;About &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a hundred years ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;well, maybe less than 40 and more than 30,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my mom did an activity at the women's Homemaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Meeting in our church. She traced pictures for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;family from a Peanuts coloring book, and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they were sent off to be put onto plates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951091416246210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVt4gu_0J8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ouaWqjSB95M/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For those of you who know me now, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my hair has not always been curly- it was straight as a stick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hence the joke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951311447855442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVt4tircEVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AsT9fIt6d7M/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But yesterday brought the end of an era...It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dropped on the floor and split! I was sad because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;have had it for so long - actually I guess my mom kept it for so long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and then gave it back to me several years ago- I still have my dad's plate too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951512319550114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVt45O--4qI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tNamRzRxm4M/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Who knows how many meals I've had on that plate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So long, farewell, good friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And to my new friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, not exactly a new friend, but an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;old friend/boyfriend from&lt;/span&gt; college &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;(I'm not sure if he considered himself that, but I did!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My friends convinced me to finally start a facebook page,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and I've been able to reconnect with him - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think I blogged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;about him once !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll have to see what I wrote about him before I give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;him my blog address..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, I am SOOOO glad I got on Facebook to connect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;with him, he was a major part of my life, and has been absent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;from it for 18-19 years!  So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yeay for Facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1819065177057433487?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1819065177057433487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1819065177057433487' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1819065177057433487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1819065177057433487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/saying-goodbye-to-one-friend-and-hello.html' title='Saying goodbye to one friend, and hello to another!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SVt4gu_0J8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ouaWqjSB95M/s72-c/Fall+Winter+2008+254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7253461138498620525</id><published>2008-12-29T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T05:39:11.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almonds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caramel'/><title type='text'>Chocolate, almonds, caramel, repeat...</title><content type='html'>Yum.. these are my favorites, in almost any combinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent in chocolate covered almonds to work, and I just&lt;br /&gt;happened to see them.. I think I ate more than I should have... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mark bought me Almond M &amp;amp; M's (well, I convinced him to buy them)&lt;br /&gt;for my stocking, and I have definitely made a dent in the bag.  Good thing I&lt;br /&gt;am going to work today, away from the M&amp;amp;M's .  (the almonds at work are GONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a box of See's chocolate - variety - from his mom , but the kids aren't too&lt;br /&gt;happy that any caramels in the box.. are MINE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thankfully, checking the scale this morning, all these almonds have not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;been too detrimental to the weight loss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are your favorite Christmas candies or cookies?&lt;/span&gt;  I know mine are available most of the&lt;br /&gt;time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even make my favorite cookies this year - only made gingersnaps (soft ones!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a game night with neighbors on Friday, so maybe I'll make them for that.&lt;br /&gt;My family hasn't complained much that there weren't any cookies this year - I made banana&lt;br /&gt;bread and chocolate zucchini bread this year for neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the zucc bread was a hit!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you can eat it with butter if you like, Sassy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7253461138498620525?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7253461138498620525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7253461138498620525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7253461138498620525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7253461138498620525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/chocolate-almonds-caramel-repeat.html' title='Chocolate, almonds, caramel, repeat...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-8528707305334215068</id><published>2008-12-18T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:03:36.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So says my son...</title><content type='html'>"Mom, have you ever heard of the group Journey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please - yes, I was a 70's 80's child... I've heard it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cracked me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting interested in some of that older music,&lt;br /&gt;"Another One Bites the Dust" is one of his favorites.&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; is having more fun searching for music&lt;br /&gt;on my Zune marketplace than I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If I don't get back here soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-8528707305334215068?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8528707305334215068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=8528707305334215068' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8528707305334215068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8528707305334215068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-says-my-son.html' title='So says my son...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1377153984094901538</id><published>2008-12-09T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:48:25.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Kris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tami'/><title type='text'>Four Wheelin' !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;VACATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ST7pAl1RBRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tX_RtoOr_pM/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+Utah+Trip+and+Gamma+Knife+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277912009689597202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ST7pAl1RBRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tX_RtoOr_pM/s400/Thanksgiving+Utah+Trip+and+Gamma+Knife+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Although it is difficult to tell, that is ME in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;driver's seat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;is the first time that I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; ever driven a go-cart or anything similar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't drive one of the quads, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but I had a BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; My BIL owns some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;property that's a bit hilly, so the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;before Thanksgiving, we met up with them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;as well as the BIL we were staying with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and drove quads &amp;amp; go-carts all over, had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a cookout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; - roasted marshmallows, hot dogs &amp;amp; had hot chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; The temperature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;was in the 40's that day - for a high! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was chilly driving up and down and around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We didn't get to have any snow, but we did have lots of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We left for UT the Friday before Thanksgiving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;stayed overnight in Kanab, then drove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the rest of the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on Saturday to Bluffdale, to Marcy's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We visited with her and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;played with the kids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; John &amp;amp; Annie, who are growing up fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sunday night I drove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mark to the airport, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so he could be back for work on Monday for meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday morning the kids and I headed to &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;WYOMING&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I went to High School in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Evanston, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and my best friend, Tami, lives in Lyman, about 30 miles away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I get to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;see her only once a year - when we head north. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She fixed us lunch and we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a nice visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277914880485895810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ST7rnsYcLoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Kz4Bq6YdmCE/s320/Thanksgiving+Utah+Trip+and+Gamma+Knife+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I wish I had some pics of us from HS -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; we were trying to remember when we became friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We knew each other in band,and we shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; a locker my senior year (she is a year younger!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is an awesome friend - always sending me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cute cards and letters when I was away from home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my mission and at school! Thanks Tami!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my dad called her mom "the mother of my other daughter.- it was awesome to have her as a friend!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After leaving Tami's we headed back to Ogden, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to pick up some HoneyBaked Ham, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and then up to Hyrum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We arrived at Fon &amp;amp; Sally's early evening, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and the kids commenced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;playing with their cousins - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;on the Wii, and the Guitar Hero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At one point on Tuesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had to prohibit Brennan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;from playing Guitar Hero - he had bloodshot eyes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(they play on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a big projection TV in the basement! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ST7u4sN55GI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OvWjeHf8WTE/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+Utah+Trip+and+Gamma+Knife+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277918471034365026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ST7u4sN55GI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OvWjeHf8WTE/s200/Thanksgiving+Utah+Trip+and+Gamma+Knife+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ST7viml4jcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2BoqX8dXiJA/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+Utah+Trip+and+Gamma+Knife+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277919191078833602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ST7viml4jcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2BoqX8dXiJA/s200/Thanksgiving+Utah+Trip+and+Gamma+Knife+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kris was my 2nd grade teacher - My class was the first one that she ever taught - she doesn't teach anymore, but is involved in education and training with the State of Utah. I suppose that she is my oldest friend, not in age, but in length of time I have known her! She live only about 5 miles from Fon &amp;amp; Sally, so we try to visit her whenever we go to UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving dinner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and I think we got tired of dinner rolls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after teaching Josh how to make them! (I think he'll be a pro!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We made Mark's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yummy creamy mushroom gravy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to go with the Turkey (leaving the plain stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for the kids!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On Friday, Annika and her hubby Bret came over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(fun for me, Bret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lived in Vernal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as I did for some of my growing up years - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;got to talk about some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of the old places!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and also her brother Casey came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and we played games, and ate, of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Our trip home was pretty anti-climactic - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;driving, driving, driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We were sad that the Three Bears Creamery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;was not open in Kanab - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;looking forward to getting Ice Cream Cones there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We were happy to get home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to our dog, Milo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and were VERY thankful to the Estrada's for keeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the Rent-A-Dog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;while we were gone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really, really thankful!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, that was our vacation for the year - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it was nice to get out of town, even though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we didn't get to go play in the lake, or in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Fon and Sally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for putting up with us each time we visit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They are awesome!&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/36365129-1377153984094901538?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1377153984094901538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1377153984094901538' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1377153984094901538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1377153984094901538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/four-wheelin.html' title='Four Wheelin&apos; !!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/ST7pAl1RBRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tX_RtoOr_pM/s72-c/Thanksgiving+Utah+Trip+and+Gamma+Knife+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-2681209297230637802</id><published>2008-11-27T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:03:48.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude - everyone is doing it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have seen many blogs of late where people describe the things they are grateful for! I hadn't really thought about doing that, and I just don't have the time each day to do so. However, I have been thinking about it a little more this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We are in Utah visiting my in-laws this week - on Saturday evening, we asked Mark's sister what time her church meetings were. She suggested that we go into Salt Lake City to see the broadcast of Music and the Spoken Word. It was an AWESOME suggestion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We had to get up fairly early and brave the cold (it was in the 20's and 30's that morning), and drove into SLC and parked near the Conference Center. We were seated in the Tabernacle by about 9:00 and the choir and orchestar were finishing their rehearsal. It was the Thanksgiving program by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Orchestra at Temple Square. The songs they were doing were ones that am familiar with after years of singing in church and in choirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For the Beauty of the Earth arranged by John Rutter is one of my favorites, and also Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, arranged by Mack Wilberg. The latter was the last number - Just WOW! It was incredible and brought me to tears. I don't recall ever seeing/hearing the Choir in person as a child, but after checking with my dad, he said we'd probably gone at some point in our Utah years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Most amazing of all - after the broadcast was finished, Lloyd Newell came to the front of the Tabernacle and spoke for a moment. Afterwards, he, the Choir, the Orchestra members, and all technicians sang God Be With You Til We Meet Again - acapella. That was amazing!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am thankful for the sound of music... I'm thankful for the influence it has had in my life, and for the opportunity I have had to share it with others, including my family. (Of course there are MANY other things I am thankful for, but this is an important one for me this week.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicandthespokenword.com/messages/display.php?message=508"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the message that was presented in the broadcast on Sunday (and others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daily Gratitude and Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Delivered By: Lloyd D. Newell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, two researchers conducted what they called the Research Project on Gratitude and Thankfulness. They found through science what most of us know intuitively: gratitude makes people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the study, several hundred people were divided into three groups and asked to keep diaries. The first group listed the day’s events in their diaries, the second group recorded any unpleasant experiences they had during the day, and the last group made a daily list of things they were grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researchers found that the simple act of taking time each day to count your blessings makes a person more enthusiastic, determined, optimistic, and energetic. Those who expressed gratitude experienced less depression and stress, exercised more regularly, and made more progress toward personal goals. Researchers even noted a relationship between feeling grateful and feeling loved, and they observed how gratitude inspires acts of kindness and compassion.1&lt;br /&gt;Remarkable, isn’t it? All this from daily gratitude and thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the best way to discover the benefits of gratitude is not by observing them in an academic study but by experiencing the miracle for ourselves: When we daily count our blessings, we feel better about life, even in the midst of adversity; we garner a strength of character and largeness of soul that will help us through hard times; and we see life as basically good, despite its challenges and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude does not need to be reserved for holidays and special events. Every day is filled with miracles and blessings. If we open our hearts and look, we’ll find reasons for gratitude and thanksgiving each day, all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 See Robert A. Emmons and Michael E. McCullough, “Highlights from the Research Project on Gratitude and Thankfulness,” http://psychology.ucdavis.edu/labs/emmons; see also “Gratitude Theory,” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acfnewsource.org/religion/gratitude_theory.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.acfnewsource.org/religion/gratitude_theory.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-2681209297230637802?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2681209297230637802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=2681209297230637802' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2681209297230637802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2681209297230637802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Gratitude - everyone is doing it!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-2551801530677531706</id><published>2008-11-20T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:14:33.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I won't be here..</title><content type='html'>I would like for those of you who know my neighbor Sassy to wish her a Happy Birthday on the 29th!  I somehow manage to forget until the day after or so... and now this year I will be out of town, enjoying the snow!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy, you made an impression on me the day we moved in 10+ years ago!  It was a hot July day, and you brought a half gallon of ice cream over for my bored and hot wee ones!  You are a kind and loving person, and although you have been thru many trials, you always somehow manage a laugh and a smile, sometimes much later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya, and Happy Birthday Sassy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-2551801530677531706?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2551801530677531706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=2551801530677531706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2551801530677531706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2551801530677531706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-i-wont-be-here.html' title='Since I won&apos;t be here..'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-8173443828020667180</id><published>2008-11-06T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:27:05.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but then aren't I ALWAYS random?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I went to the dentist today for a cleaning.  I think it's been a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;Still, she said my teeth were great.  I think she forgot to give me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flouride&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oopss&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yeay&lt;/span&gt; for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's finally autumn, I think.  We had to close the front door last night... too chilly for me!&lt;br /&gt;(yes, we have a security door on it!) Mark was ready for the lovely cool air... Sorry dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleepwalking - Jessica came out while we were watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; the other night -asked if we'd called for her.. Um, no?!  In the morning I found her top sheet and blanket on the kitchen table, and she had a smaller blanket on top of her, trying to keep warm.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleeptalking -well, since I'm on the topic... do you do it?  Mark tries to talk to me when I am really sleepy, and sometimes he gets lovely responses. He always teases me saying "fuzzy wallpaper"  - something I said a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  "I'm shrinking"  (a la "I'm melting" - the wicked witch.) - As of Wednesday, I have lost&lt;br /&gt;40 stinking pounds!  Yahoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-8173443828020667180?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8173443828020667180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=8173443828020667180' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8173443828020667180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8173443828020667180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/randoms.html' title='Randoms...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1608035033129277260</id><published>2008-11-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:47:11.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Craziness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One holiday skips another...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day after &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I go to the grocery $tore, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are setting up the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at the front of the store!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I am one to talk, because I've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been finding Christmas music for my Zune!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1608035033129277260?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1608035033129277260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1608035033129277260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1608035033129277260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1608035033129277260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/craziness.html' title='Craziness..'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3569241007170911700</id><published>2008-10-25T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:01:04.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gamma Knife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbness'/><title type='text'>It's not as bad as it sounds..</title><content type='html'>Yup, Gamma Knife surgery sounds bad.. it isn't so bad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irsa.org/gamma_knife.html"&gt;http://www.irsa.org/gamma_knife.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a website if you are interested in getting into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gamma Knife® surgery is recognized worldwide as the preferred treatment for brain tumors, arteriovenous malformations and brain dysfunctions such as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;trigeminal neuralgia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. the Gamma Knife® allows noninvasive cerebral surgery to be performed in one session and with extreme precision. Based on preoperative radiological examinations, such as CT scans, MR scans and angiography, the unit provides highly accurate irradiation of deep-seated targets, using a multitude of collimated beams of ionizing radiation with scalpel-like precision. The "blades" of the Gamma Knife® are the beams of gamma radiation programmed to target the lesion (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in my case, the nerve and blood vessel) &lt;/span&gt;at the point where they intersect. In a single treatment session, 201 beams of gamma radiation focus precisely on the lesion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is probably more than you all wanted to know. I've had TN pains for about 14 years, before Brennan was born. Only in the last 5 or so years has it gotten much worse. I've been managing the pain lately with medication, so it's been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in for pre-op at *&lt;em&gt;yawn *&lt;/em&gt; 5:30 am on Thurs. My veins were not very cooperative for giving blood or getting an IV started. When we went to the Gamma knife (also called cyberknife) area, we waited for the Dr's, one neurosurgeon, and the other deals with radiation. The anesthesiologist sedated me completely while I was sitting up, and then they put the frame on my head, yes, screwed into my skull. (yes, glad I was put out!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261180563657464386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SQN32QP-GkI/AAAAAAAAATw/0pSxRpdShmY/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Don't I look really happy? Two points on the front, and two points on the back. Then I went for an MRI. When I came back from MRI, the point on my back left side was really starting to hurt, I felt the pressure. So Dr Ashman came and gave me three SHOTS!!! YOWWWEEE!!! in the back of my head.. OH&gt;MY&gt;LANTA! That was the worst part of the whole day! &lt;p&gt;We waited in the waiting room for an hour or so while the docs mapped out where they were going to aim/focus the gamma rays on my nerve. It was a quiet procedure - I actually fell asleep during the 39 minute procedure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I came out, they immediately unscrewed the frame- that was wierd... Then, you know how your lip feels after being numbed at the dentist? My whole top and back of my head was numb!! I was touching my head, but my head couldn't feel it! I came home with two tiny circle bandaids on my forehead. That's all the evidence. I've had evidence, &lt;em&gt;I think, &lt;/em&gt;that it has worked. I go back to see the Doc in weeks, and should be able to start decreasing my medication. That is what it is all about now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So.. i'm good... no after effects! It was outpatient, and other than the few sore spots where the screws were, I'm good. Thanks for being concerned, my great friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3569241007170911700?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3569241007170911700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3569241007170911700' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3569241007170911700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3569241007170911700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-as-bad-as-it-sounds.html' title='It&apos;s not as bad as it sounds..'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SQN32QP-GkI/AAAAAAAAATw/0pSxRpdShmY/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3083230329611193115</id><published>2008-10-24T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:50:11.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gamma Knife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TN'/><title type='text'>Well, I did it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I had the Gamma Knife procedure done yesterday for my Trigeminal Neuralgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All went well, but it will be a few weeks before we'll know if it took effect on my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;silly nerve.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For those of you who don't know about it, I'll try to come back with some links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tomorrow, and maybe a fun picture of me in the hospital with a frame on my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Loads of fun, that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3083230329611193115?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3083230329611193115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3083230329611193115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3083230329611193115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3083230329611193115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-i-did-it.html' title='Well, I did it.'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7215198032933834788</id><published>2008-10-17T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:52:45.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd grade.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Kris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first school'/><title type='text'>Another First...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kind of in the same as the first.. well it was in the same town , anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258270028083886226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SPkguyUF-JI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5I42EJ4lMIo/s320/My+first+school+-+Magna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Webster Elementary, Magna, Utah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This was my first school - it was straight down the street from the aforementioned house. My big brother (2yrs older) and I walked each day  - passing plenty of bars , the firestation , and the Rexall drug store.  The bar doors were open during our walk home, so when we peered in, all we saw was neon beer signs, and darkness, and the occasional bearded man sitting on a stool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I started Kindergarten with my teacher , Mrs. Hiatt, (if I really tried, I could find a class picture) there were portable buildings in front of the school on the blacktop (to the left of the picture. ) Mrs Hiatt was fairly old, with grey hair and glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First grade was on the bottom floor, with Miss James, who was tall and young, with brown hair and a lovely smile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2nd grade was on the 2nd floor, in the corner room on the right.  She had an aide that taught us Spanish sometimes.  (My kids learn some Spanish now, but just going to school, they have friends whose parents don't speak any English at all.)  We had opportunity to earn "Webster money" or something like that.  Miss Dobson would keep track of it, and occasionally we'd get to up to the 3rd floor to spend it. The 6th (and maybe 5th) graders built Websterville up there - complete with a store, a beauty shop, a post office, and other fun places.  Our incentive in class was to do well to earn money to go spend it in Websterville.  The money was actually washers with their currency printed on it -  believe they were "cm's".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we moved in the middle of 2nd grade to the other side of the state, I was sad to leave my teacher.  She and I started corresponding - and I am happy to say I am still in touch with her now.  My kids have met "Miss Kris" and she frequently sends them little gifts for the holidays, maybe m&amp;amp;m's or advent calendars for Christmas.  She lives near my in-laws in Cache Valley, whom we visit yearly, so we try to put in a visit to her as well.  She even has some of my schoolwork saved, and some letters I wrote her way back when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honestly, I enjoyed school.. I think Miss Kris had something to do with it also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tell me if YOU had a favorite teacher or remember your first school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been away because our computer is being eaten by viruses... time to get a new one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7215198032933834788?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7215198032933834788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7215198032933834788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7215198032933834788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7215198032933834788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-first.html' title='Another First...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SPkguyUF-JI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5I42EJ4lMIo/s72-c/My+first+school+-+Magna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1154182926229410978</id><published>2008-09-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:28:15.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be getting old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here, I'll type in larger print!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a new music player, so I'll have something to listen to when I go to the gym or ride my bike, and I need to have my teenager there with me to explain it all as I set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just tell him what songs I want, and let him do it all.  He was more anxious to get&lt;br /&gt;it out of the box than I was!  (surprise, surprise...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1154182926229410978?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1154182926229410978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1154182926229410978' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1154182926229410978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1154182926229410978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-must-be-getting-old.html' title='I must be getting old...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7186689801329628252</id><published>2008-09-25T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:36:29.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll show you my first...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you'll show me yours!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, not like that!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just thought it would be fun to see some "firsts", or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hear about them if you don't have pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is my first house... well the first one I remember living in anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249981518241971618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SNuuYBAtvaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6WcC9NPGFGI/s320/My+first+House+-+Magna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We moved here at Christmas 1971- I was 4 years old. I remember starting school while living here.  I learned to rollerskate down the driveway, but there was a gate at the end so I didn't go rolling into the street.   This picture was taken within the last 10 years or so, when I went back to Magna, of course it's not quite the same... the trees are much bigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Up the driveway to the right is the detached double car garage - at the front of which was a sort of root cellar. We stored potatoes and carrots there in the sandbox, and pulled them out when we needed.  Behind the house is an enormous garden.. well it was a garden when we were there. My dad has home video of my mom out there in curlers - hollering at him for sure, for taking her picture up to her ankles in mud.  We got irrigation water for it, so we kids often played there in the concrete ditches, more home video of that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I remember having chicken pox here, and missing the Halloween festivities at school, that was a bummer!  My mom made a quilt for me while we lived here - I remember it being set up on quilt frames in the front room, and crawling around underneath it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Also in the same room, there was a big flourescent light fixture, with a glass cover, not like the plastic ones today. My little brother, Nathan, came in with a flat basketball one day. Since it wouldn't bounce, he decided to throw it up!  Well, of course it hit the glass light cover and down it came. He shielded his face with his arm, and got a lovely gash on it, which he still might have the scar from today!  It may have been the first for my accident prone brother.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;While we lived here, I also got to take dance lessons... (the only time in my life!) I took tap and ballet, ( more home movies...) and took part in  a recital, dressed up with Mickey Mouse ears, orange shorts with suspenders and black pom pom trim on them.  Too funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow... I've had fun reminiscing.. I'll tag anyone who'd like to do it.. tell me about the first house you lived in, and things you remember while living there!  Leave me a comment telling me when you've posted!  Have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7186689801329628252?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7186689801329628252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7186689801329628252' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7186689801329628252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7186689801329628252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-show-you-my-first.html' title='I&apos;ll show you my first...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SNuuYBAtvaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6WcC9NPGFGI/s72-c/My+first+House+-+Magna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-8023048552712520592</id><published>2008-09-18T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:01:34.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Note to self... Watch your step...</title><content type='html'>Friday night we had dinner as a family at &lt;a href="http://www.nellospizza.com/Ahwatukee.html"&gt;Nello's&lt;/a&gt;  in Ahwatukee ( for you non-locals.. try that on for size...). Afterwards, Mark took the girls home, and Bren and I headed off for the Desert Mountain vs &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mesa High&lt;/span&gt; game.  My cute neighbor's handsome son is Qback for &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mesa&lt;/span&gt; so we went to support him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting stuck in some stoopid loop... for 15 minutes.. we finally got to the game around halftime - crowded parking lot, but found a space.  We went and found Sassy, and some other friends and watched the 2nd half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up the steps, I nearly tripped, but managed to get up with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;We thought we'd leave with two minutes left to beat the traffic (the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jackrabbits &lt;/span&gt;were getting creamed..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bren went down first and wanted to go say hi to his friends in the band.  I started down, with my waterbottle in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the next minute was a blur... I went down a few steps, and somehow missed one, and down I went... like slow motion, I couldn't grab the railing because my waterbottle was in my hand.  I somehow twisted my whole body around and landed flat on my back at the bottom of the stairs!  Bren came back to ask if I was okay.. I was, thankfully, with no twisted ankle.&lt;br /&gt;My ego may have been bruised a little..&lt;br /&gt;Next day I ended up with a HUGE bruise on my hip, almost my thigh.. gosh it was beautiful! It is a lovely shade of purple now, about 4 inches across, by 2 inches high! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will spare you a photo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver lining to this &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; cloud is... I think if I'd fallen 3 months ago and 25 pounds heavier, I wouldn't have survived it so well..&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that I've been able to get some weight off and feel alot better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-8023048552712520592?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8023048552712520592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=8023048552712520592' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8023048552712520592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8023048552712520592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/09/note-to-self-watch-your-step.html' title='Note to self... Watch your step...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-2169106826206450132</id><published>2008-09-10T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:45:20.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snores'/><title type='text'>Snorker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SMgHCggaypI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r17HscviY9I/s1600-h/IMG_3581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244449505739983506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SMgHCggaypI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r17HscviY9I/s320/IMG_3581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Did you know that dogs snore?  This is what I see when I turn to my right, whilst sitting at my computer.  When I have a day off, like today, he follows me around the house, and must be in the same room that I am.  I'm sure it messes him up when I am all over the place cleaning house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyhow... he lays there on the floor... and snores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;At least he is not pooting..  right now, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What do you see when you turn to the right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-2169106826206450132?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2169106826206450132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=2169106826206450132' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2169106826206450132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2169106826206450132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/09/snorker.html' title='Snorker'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SMgHCggaypI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r17HscviY9I/s72-c/IMG_3581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-675957303641573147</id><published>2008-09-05T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:29:26.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to post, what to post??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm feeling way less than brilliant today! Glad that it is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh.. I suppose I should post my Peep Meet picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For those of my local bloggy friends, I visit an online group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;regarding Reality TV shows, but they also have an Off Topic group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;People (peeps) from there who travel often arrange a peep meet with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;from the board who lives in that area. My friend &lt;a href="http://cygsphere.blogspot.com/2008/08/arizona-trip-report.html"&gt;Paul &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;came to Phx with his Lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wife Sandy for a family function, and I met up with them for lunch! We dined at The Spaghetti Factory in Phoenix and talked about all sorts! They are moving to Reno soon, so maybe I'll see them again! Thanks for taking time out to visit me, Paul and Sandy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242692778187774354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SMHJTgZjWZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RrW0KSy_Ljg/s320/IMG_3515.JPG" border="0" /&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/36365129-675957303641573147?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/675957303641573147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=675957303641573147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/675957303641573147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/675957303641573147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-post-what-to-post.html' title='What to post, what to post??'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SMHJTgZjWZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RrW0KSy_Ljg/s72-c/IMG_3515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5488983740417789919</id><published>2008-08-28T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:15:29.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my blog and I'll brag if I want to, brag if I want to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And that would be because... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've lost 25 pounds!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Woo Hoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;12 weeks of Weight Watchers, and I've done it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've signed up for another 10 weeks, so we'll see where it goes from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5488983740417789919?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5488983740417789919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5488983740417789919' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5488983740417789919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5488983740417789919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-my-blog-and-ill-brag-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s my blog and I&apos;ll brag if I want to, brag if I want to...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7191114263741425756</id><published>2008-08-18T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:14:56.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>"But Mom, there's no more water in the bottle"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Which was said after this child was asked if he/she fed and watered the dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not to mention the fact that the child was standing right next to (or in?) the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not to mention the fact that the child was right around the corner from the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, gosh, where do you think you might get the poor dog some water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I usually think of this child as smart, but thought that was a pretty silly statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;(give me a break...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;What crazy thing has YOUR child said lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7191114263741425756?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7191114263741425756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7191114263741425756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7191114263741425756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7191114263741425756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/08/but-mom-theres-no-more-water-in-bottle.html' title='&quot;But Mom, there&apos;s no more water in the bottle&quot;...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1103523665691043874</id><published>2008-08-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:28:25.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories, Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;♥Here are the directions:&lt;br /&gt;♥ 1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; It doesn't matter if you knew/know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;♥ 2. Next repost these instructions on your blog and see how many people have a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see their responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you are playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyone?  Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1103523665691043874?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1103523665691043874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1103523665691043874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1103523665691043874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1103523665691043874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories-memories.html' title='Memories, Memories'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7047752203248658192</id><published>2008-08-14T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:36:20.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><title type='text'>Yippee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First of all.. School has started, we are thankfully getting back into a routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*whew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Secondly, I went to my 10th Weight Watchers meeting last night and got a pleasant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;surprise!! I'd lost 4.something pounds, for a total of 22 lbs! Hooray! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was totally excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had been hoping to reach 20 by the end of the session, so was rather pleased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to make it OVER that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I initially started WW since my company will rebate me 1/2 of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;session price (ka-ching) if I lost 5 lbs over the session! I did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(please let me contain my excitement!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway.. I will continue to attend.. try to reach my first goal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then, I got in the mail today from the Animal Care and Control.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a bill for license fees for our cute beagle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;$16 annually it seems.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where you live (if you are not in the same town as me) do you have dog license fees like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blasted Beagles, Batman!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I apparently have to pay penalty fees of $46 for not having him registered! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I don't know if the previous owners said anything to us or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;it was two years ago, and I still was an emotional wreck from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;my mom passing away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it pays to have your pet licensed (blah, blah, blah..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or else YOU'LL have to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and I want to know why they didn't send me a late notice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a YEAR AGO!!) &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/36365129-7047752203248658192?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7047752203248658192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7047752203248658192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7047752203248658192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7047752203248658192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/08/yippee.html' title='Yippee!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5800405459205758854</id><published>2008-08-11T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:28:14.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><title type='text'>And They're Off!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBPKF9Rz1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2N-LSBsSEPQ/s1600-h/IMG_3502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269801820999506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBPKF9Rz1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2N-LSBsSEPQ/s320/IMG_3502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;FINALLY!! They're Back to School!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBO9gl6ogI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fEgj2JblZhA/s1600-h/IMG_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269585632469506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBO9gl6ogI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fEgj2JblZhA/s320/IMG_3500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;If a 7 year old is ready at 6:20 in the morning, do you think she is excited to go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;to school??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBOvdrIArI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1k2VgMfZrBA/s1600-h/IMG_3498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269344330842802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBOvdrIArI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1k2VgMfZrBA/s320/IMG_3498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;If a 6th grader fusses with her hair and changes clothes a couple of times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;do you think SHE is ready to go back to school??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBOj_6DbvI/AAAAAAAAANs/IvTLozAsay4/s1600-h/IMG_3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269147361832690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBOj_6DbvI/AAAAAAAAANs/IvTLozAsay4/s320/IMG_3496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Um yeah.. I think so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We went to Meet the Teacher last week, and I think the girls will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;have a good year. They both have a friend or two in their class, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;some don't have students in their class that I'm GLAD are not in their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;class (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is that bad for me to say??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, I can relax at work today, not waiting for a phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;saying someone is being mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last one... off to 8th grade.. with his stylin' plaid shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They are all the rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233282070752658594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBaUPSiBKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uMLnRx4gcVA/s320/IMG_3506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5800405459205758854?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5800405459205758854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5800405459205758854' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5800405459205758854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5800405459205758854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-theyre-off.html' title='And They&apos;re Off!!!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SKBPKF9Rz1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2N-LSBsSEPQ/s72-c/IMG_3502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7820947630416898567</id><published>2008-08-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:09:21.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silver axe'/><title type='text'>What happens when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJkjEG9UnDI/AAAAAAAAANU/2noLEOnNlw4/s1600-h/Silveraxe+number+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231250995661806642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJkjEG9UnDI/AAAAAAAAANU/2noLEOnNlw4/s200/Silveraxe+number+21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJki9DV0yII/AAAAAAAAANM/V8xpSzdZOXI/s1600-h/Silveraxe+number+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231250874431752322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJki9DV0yII/AAAAAAAAANM/V8xpSzdZOXI/s200/Silveraxe+number+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You give a 13 year old boy a camera and send him to the mountains??&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJkjLOgqxBI/AAAAAAAAANc/HSLeGIXM4Hc/s1600-h/Silveraxe+number+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231251117948191762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJkjLOgqxBI/AAAAAAAAANc/HSLeGIXM4Hc/s200/Silveraxe+number+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJkjpTWk_RI/AAAAAAAAANk/lEYEvTj1aws/s1600-h/Silveraxe+number+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231251634644122898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJkjpTWk_RI/AAAAAAAAANk/lEYEvTj1aws/s200/Silveraxe+number+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have no idea how these are going to be laid out.. but I thought they were funny... I especially like the pic of the knee...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7820947630416898567?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7820947630416898567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7820947630416898567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7820947630416898567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7820947630416898567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happens-when.html' title='What happens when...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SJkjEG9UnDI/AAAAAAAAANU/2noLEOnNlw4/s72-c/Silveraxe+number+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-597995452090492998</id><published>2008-08-04T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:50:49.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just not feeling it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have nothing to say, except..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am SOOO ready for school to start!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone want an 11 YO &amp;amp; 13 YO? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Really.. I"ll give them to you cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-597995452090492998?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/597995452090492998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=597995452090492998' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/597995452090492998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/597995452090492998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-just-not-feeling-it.html' title='I&apos;m just not feeling it..'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-4248829514356810410</id><published>2008-07-14T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:01:53.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny thing happened on the way to Mt Graham...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It Rained!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtZKeGq-EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LCTvlcpE_DA/s1600-h/IMG_3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222866229280831554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtZKeGq-EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LCTvlcpE_DA/s200/IMG_3423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtY5LRqQQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GVq-bB7n_J4/s1600-h/8000ft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222865932168872194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtY5LRqQQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GVq-bB7n_J4/s200/8000ft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We climbed and we climbed! I know that we hit 10,000 ft at some point, but we never saw the sign! It was a beautiful drive! It was so nice to be out- the temp got down in the 50's on our way up. I had the windshield wipers going full blast at one point. We thought we might be the last ones there to get boys, and we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Janet kept an eye out for her husband to come down the mountain, as he had been one of the directors there. We did see him, and she could have jumped in and went home with him, but she stayed with me, thankfully, to the top! Since it had rained on us going up (and then we were ABOVE the clouds, ) we figured the boys would have gotten some rain. We were a quite welcome sight to them! They were all sopping wet, as they'd been stuck OUT in the rain. They were not allowed to go back in the dining hall, since it had already been mopped and cleaned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtabrQQpNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jJ49drYXIKg/s1600-h/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222867624380114130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtabrQQpNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jJ49drYXIKg/s200/IMG_3429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtar1zBm7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/OGZ_vbNzOY4/s1600-h/IMG_3430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222867902088190898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtar1zBm7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/OGZ_vbNzOY4/s200/IMG_3430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Janet and I walked up to the main camp while the boys got their things loaded in the Suburban. There was an extra young man who'd gotten left behind, so we gathered him up as well. It was beautiful up there, although we couldn't see OFF the top of the mountain. The boys were NOT too stinky, because they were wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222868749354446610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtbdKHCrxI/AAAAAAAAANE/QxGL_7369ng/s320/IMG_3435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We had a good trip! Only one fell asleep on the ride home - Since everything was wet, we rolled down the windows for part of the way- beautiful fresh air!  We stopped at the Sonic in Thatcher to get some lunch, then loaded up for the drive home.  Janet wanted to hear what everyone thought of the training, and they were eager to share, and many wanted to come back and serve on the staff next year, so she was happy! We were gone from 7:30am to 4:00 pm, so it was a long day on the road, but an enjoyable trip overall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-4248829514356810410?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4248829514356810410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=4248829514356810410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4248829514356810410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4248829514356810410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-thing-happened-on-way-to-mt.html' title='A funny thing happened on the way to Mt Graham...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHtZKeGq-EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LCTvlcpE_DA/s72-c/IMG_3423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7582925589429274464</id><published>2008-07-12T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:29:10.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mt Graham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>ROAD TRIP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, I haven't actually taken it yet, but I'm leaving in an hour or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It unexpectedly, turned out that I need to drive to Safford/Mt Graham today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My son has been gone all week to Silver Axe Scout camp, an NYLT program up on Mount Graham.  The gentleman that was going up to get him and 3 other boys was having problems with his vehicle, so I offered to go instead.  I have never been to that part of Arizona, so it will be a little bit of an adventure for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;However, I won't be going alone.  Janet, a lady my husband works with and who was partly responsible for getting my son and his cousin going to the camp, is going with me.  She works with the regional scout council here, and her husband is also at the camp.  She is going to be my navigator, since I've never been there.  It will be interesting because she doesn't like heights, and it is 11,000 feet or so at the camp!  Also, I've never spent this much time with her, (it is about a 3 hour drive) other than seeing her at work, and occasionally we gave her a ride home.  So, we'll see how it goes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll be bringing home 4 stinking tired, make that stinking, and tired, teenage boys in my Suburban, for three hours... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Should I invest in a nose plug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7582925589429274464?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7582925589429274464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7582925589429274464' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7582925589429274464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7582925589429274464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/07/road-trip.html' title='ROAD TRIP!!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-8926520697845826029</id><published>2008-07-11T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:47:41.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dbacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth of july'/><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh Wait, that was last week, wasn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am slow in getting things posted.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221907034005147874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHfwx9P9kOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5NeFiBFXuD4/s320/July+4+Brown+Fam+No+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Diamondbacks game on Friday night! There was a special half price ticket promotion thru work, so I took advantage of that! After the game, which was very boring and the Dbacks lost to the Padres, there were fireworks! It didn't look like we'd be able to see them from where we were.. so, when they were opening the roof, we went out and crossed the street to the top of the parking garage next door.. It was fabulous! I haven't seen fireworks that close in forever! We had smoke in our eyes and there were still burning ashes coming down! The kids loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't attempt to take pics of the fireworks - not really worth it!  But we had a great evening!&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to live in a free country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-8926520697845826029?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8926520697845826029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=8926520697845826029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8926520697845826029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8926520697845826029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SHfwx9P9kOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5NeFiBFXuD4/s72-c/July+4+Brown+Fam+No+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5835027919184477818</id><published>2008-07-04T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:20:01.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sedona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slide rock'/><title type='text'>A 24 Hour Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tuesday afternoon, my neighbor and I took our total of 6 kids and left town! We finally left the other side of Phoenix about 5, and headed north to cooler country. Trying to make 6 kids happy with dinner would have been impossible, so we made an executive decision and stopped in Cottonwood at Casa Bonita Family restaurant. We got everyone fed and then drove the short distance to the resort. The kids had fun in the pool and then the jacuzzi tubs, we played some games and got everyone to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We kind of lazed around in the morning.. had some breakfast then headed out! Our destination was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pr.state.az.us/Parks/parkhtml/sliderock.html"&gt;http://www.pr.state.az.us/Parks/parkhtml/sliderock.html&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I haven't been there in probably 17 years, when I went with my brother and 3 other guys! (Woo! What a trip!) I don't know if the state park was established back then.. I just remember hiking down to the creek from the road! We got there by 10 am, and the kids promptly went for the slide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219242485343133570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SG55Yz-BH4I/AAAAAAAAALY/pbTA2tSNNjA/s320/IMG_3348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Brennan was the first to get in - they were too cute with their goggles!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219254467363855218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SG6ESQeX23I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7Fq8QFd3Yls/s320/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mallory was a little more hesitant!  Overall, she didn't like the slipperiness of it all, and she didn't get in the water too much after her slide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219243199392967778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SG56CYAw7GI/AAAAAAAAALo/bBVUi0qTya8/s320/IMG_3354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jessica just went for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219243643529160834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SG56cOjFaII/AAAAAAAAALw/9XYXNk1i9QE/s320/IMG_3361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219253152119628210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SG6DFsztobI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XCixN8kHjc8/s320/IMG_3372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And as cold as it was, even &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;took a trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here we are with the famous red rocks of Sedona as our background!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219253822103713266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SG6DsssXdfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xjB_M1Ll89I/s320/IMG_3394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We went back to the resort, and everyone got cleaned up, we had some lunch, and were headed out of town by 3 pm!  Made it back home about 5:15pm - so it was a quick turnaround, but it was really nice to get out of the hot valley, and up where the air was a little bit cooler!  We love our neighbors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, and we made it to the Weight Watchers meeting, and I lost another 5 pounds !  Yeay me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5835027919184477818?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5835027919184477818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5835027919184477818' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5835027919184477818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5835027919184477818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/07/24-hour-vacation.html' title='A 24 Hour Vacation!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SG55Yz-BH4I/AAAAAAAAALY/pbTA2tSNNjA/s72-c/IMG_3348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-2235032581774367187</id><published>2008-06-26T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:48:23.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wedding pic..</title><content type='html'>It's the only one we have of this - it was tough to scan from the album, but one of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SGQcd5AMw5I/AAAAAAAAALI/UNbXAZMdwNA/s1600-h/M+and+A+wedding+day+8-1-92+double+exp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216325568245318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SGQcd5AMw5I/AAAAAAAAALI/UNbXAZMdwNA/s400/M+and+A+wedding+day+8-1-92+double+exp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/36365129-2235032581774367187?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2235032581774367187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=2235032581774367187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2235032581774367187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/2235032581774367187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-wedding-pic.html' title='Another wedding pic..'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SGQcd5AMw5I/AAAAAAAAALI/UNbXAZMdwNA/s72-c/M+and+A+wedding+day+8-1-92+double+exp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3286495764990874062</id><published>2008-06-22T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:58:32.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Here's where it started..</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Kaja..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214733692543726546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SF50qh5Uc9I/AAAAAAAAALA/QVXPwKUpSuk/s320/M+and+A+wedding+day+8-1-92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. WHAT DATE IS YOUR ANNIVERSARY? August 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. WHERE DID YOU GET MARRIED?  Mesa Arizona Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHO PROPOSED AND HOW?  Mark originally proposed in January, but due to some extenuating circumstances, we were officially engaged for real, in April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW LONG WERE YOU ENGAGED?  Around 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART OF YOUR WEDDING DAY? (AND IT CAN'T BE YOUR HUSBAND) .  I spent the night at my friend Leisa's house, who lived across the street from the temple. So it was fun spending time with her!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE IF YOU COULD?  I'd make it not in August when it was so stinking hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. REMEMBER ANYTHING SPECIAL ABOUT YOUR WEDDING CEREMONY? Not really, (it's been so long..) ..kissing him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. WHERE YOU CLEAN OR MESSY WHEN YOU CUT YOUR CAKE? Clean, if I remember correctly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10. WHERE DID YOU GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON?  Here's where the story is.. We left Phoenix in August in a car with no air conditioning. We drove across the desert to Las Vegas with a gallon of water to drink.. no rest stops.  We stayed one night in Vegas, spending only a few dollars on nickel slots, not winning anything.  Then drove up to UT and stayed in the basement of his brother's house.  We went to Lagoon, an amusement park, and I think mostly visited family and friends the rest of the time!  But, hey, we were together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyone else who is willing to share, consider yourself tagged...&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/36365129-3286495764990874062?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3286495764990874062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3286495764990874062' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3286495764990874062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3286495764990874062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-where-it-started.html' title='Here&apos;s where it started..'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SF50qh5Uc9I/AAAAAAAAALA/QVXPwKUpSuk/s72-c/M+and+A+wedding+day+8-1-92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-818012436962630177</id><published>2008-06-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:10:07.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My invention would be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This summer I have decided we need a new invention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It wouldn't really be much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actually two versions...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A towel that talks? or a towel with legs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We came home from our trip away with what I think was nearly every towel in the kids bathroom dirty.. .let me rephrase that... WET!  They went swimming plenty, and I think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they used every towel possible, instead of hanging them to dry, and then reusing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO.. I suggest that towels be made with legs, so that they can take themselves to the clothesline, or else to the Laundry basket.. OR.. that they be talking towels, so that when they are dropped on the floor by unsuspecting children, they shout out "PICK ME UP" or "HANG ME UP"!  Wouldn't that save ME from doing so?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or?  if they made them both talking and walking?  Then they could follow the children around shouting at them UNTIL they picked them up!!  Sound good??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-818012436962630177?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/818012436962630177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=818012436962630177' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/818012436962630177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/818012436962630177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-invention-would-be.html' title='My invention would be...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-4798241415621077416</id><published>2008-06-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:43:04.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, even though I went away for the weekend, through the airport with Cinnabon, Cold Stone Creamery, TCBY, CPK, Burger King, and ate out for 2+ days, I still lost weight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeay Me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I actually lost 6.8 lbs! The last time I've lost weight is due to my trigeminal Neuralgia.. when my face is hurting, I can't eat.. so I lose weight. Now that my pain isn't so much, I'd been munching again, and so put much of it back on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I made a conscious decision to make better choices. But even though I had two (yes.. two) Bear Claws this weekend at St Louis Bread Company (aka Panera) I still lost. And I also had frozen custard from Ted Drewe's. (oh, my, that was good!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And here are a couple of cool pics (at least I think so..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213447370735717954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SFniwvvljkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pWF7GeOACNU/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213447632727963362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SFni__vZ9uI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iHk0JVXg6C0/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We didn't go up into the arch, as the lines were too long... didn't have and hour and a half to wait. So we drove, and drove, and drove!  There are so many cool neighborhoods, kinds that we don't see out here in the desert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-4798241415621077416?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4798241415621077416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=4798241415621077416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4798241415621077416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4798241415621077416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update..!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SFniwvvljkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pWF7GeOACNU/s72-c/IMG_3289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5356030353468679895</id><published>2008-06-09T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:40:54.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><title type='text'>Okay... I'm committed.</title><content type='html'>Weight Watchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop Dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start Living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say.  I'm going to start an At Work program.  If I lose 5 lbs over the eight weeks, my company will give me back half of the fees I paid.  I figure I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go... starting to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I doing great.  (after I finish my Dr Pepper on the table.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5356030353468679895?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5356030353468679895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5356030353468679895' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5356030353468679895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5356030353468679895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-im-committed.html' title='Okay... I&apos;m committed.'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5585528458862210177</id><published>2008-06-04T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:07:43.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cream horns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tara'/><title type='text'>YUM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friend Tara is a graduate of the Scottsdale Culinary Institute, so she knows how to make all kinds of YUMMY stuff!  Every now and again we have a little mini class with her, and she teaches us how to make something!  On Tuesday we made cream horns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEasxcML36I/AAAAAAAAAKA/YWtZyuYTdLg/s1600-h/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208039984481427362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEasxcML36I/AAAAAAAAAKA/YWtZyuYTdLg/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wrapping strips of Puff pastry carefully..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEas4oz5uxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9LJFmG49s/s1600-h/IMG_3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208040108128320274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEas4oz5uxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9LJFmG49s/s320/IMG_3185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then an egg wash and some chunky sugar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEas_qDrpgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ybPelfAaZUM/s1600-h/IMG_3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208040228722025986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEas_qDrpgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ybPelfAaZUM/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We can smell them baking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEatJo6Q0-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8fJO5ae__Hw/s1600-h/IMG_3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208040400212775906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEatJo6Q0-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8fJO5ae__Hw/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fill them with chocolate whipping cream/pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mixtures, or strawberry whipping cream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEatS1SmgMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uonTvC5HUvs/s1600-h/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208040558154907842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEatS1SmgMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uonTvC5HUvs/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And VOILA!!  Cream Horns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tara dolled up the one below- she's good like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEatqCC7zKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l3URqvd7R_k/s1600-h/strawberry+cream+horn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208040956715846818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEatqCC7zKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l3URqvd7R_k/s320/strawberry+cream+horn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had lots of fun!  We delivered a few to some friends and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;neighbors nearby!  Thanks again Tara for an awesome afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5585528458862210177?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5585528458862210177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5585528458862210177' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5585528458862210177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5585528458862210177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/06/yum.html' title='YUM!!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEasxcML36I/AAAAAAAAAKA/YWtZyuYTdLg/s72-c/IMG_3184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-6912350199592164364</id><published>2008-05-31T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:30:29.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locks of Love'/><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Made it through another week. (Guess it's been more than one since I blogged last.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were no knock-down drag-out fights between my children while I was gone to work. (thankfully). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to quit my job - I enjoy the extra income, and the interaction with adults. But.. if the kids can't get it together... I think they did fairly well, but it's not good when a child hangs up the phone on her parent... sheesh. We'll get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I want to challenge you to do something, my loyal readers (hee, hee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week we went to my nephew's first birthday party. It's a family tradition of ours to let the 1 year old have his own piece of cake and let him dig into it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206749280588303890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEIW4lf8jhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wqddpp-oVkw/s200/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jessica also had her hair cut to donate to locks of love - it looks really cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206749704257369986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEIXRPyhd4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/V8r3ol0HDig/s200/IMG_3109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206749938716050610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEIXe5N1BLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FBheT3ypVKc/s320/IMG_3137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway, I pulled her close to me while we were at the party, and had my hubby take a picture of us! She tried to squirm away.. silly girl!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206748683318629538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEIWV0fwlKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8YN1uYSU1YY/s320/IMG_3167.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some of you may know how temperamental 11 year olds are. Anyway, I told her that I would give anything to have a more recent picture with my mom!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206748956422915074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEIWlt45RAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wFn6R326JqY/s200/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Or even more when I was younger - there aren't many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my challenge to you is to get a picture of you and your mom! You don't have to post it to your blog - but if you live in the same vicinity as your mom, get a picture taken of the two of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to think that I didn't look much like my mom, but I guess more and more I do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-6912350199592164364?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6912350199592164364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=6912350199592164364' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6912350199592164364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/6912350199592164364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/05/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SEIW4lf8jhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wqddpp-oVkw/s72-c/IMG_3164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5824018546854176507</id><published>2008-05-22T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:15:11.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning, and The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alternative post title... SCHOOL'S OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SDX7OGQ_lJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/80CunQ9Qajw/s1600-h/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203341164115104914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SDX7OGQ_lJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/80CunQ9Qajw/s200/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They started on August 13th - more than ready to get back into the swing of things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SDX7BWQ_lII/AAAAAAAAAIk/DxkKsCuGHL0/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203340945071772802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SDX7BWQ_lII/AAAAAAAAAIk/DxkKsCuGHL0/s200/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203341546367194274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SDX7kWQ_lKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/20_AlH8_jDo/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And May 22nd, they are done!!  I think Brennan has grown a few inches since then.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203341722460853426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SDX7umQ_lLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/s9iuOBZqYoI/s320/IMG_3106.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And now they are going to have to figure out what to do with themselves two and a half months before school starts August 11th! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Brennan was accepted into National Jr Honor Society - He's had mostly A's this year... now he tells me he got a B.. in English.  He went to California with the Symphonic Band to play at Disneyland.  He also tried out for the District Honor Band, but didn't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jessica was her class finalist in the Spelling Bee - did a great job!  She also performed in two acts in the School Variety show this last month.  She plays the flute in the 5th grade band, and will be attending the Taylor Jr High Band camp in July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mallory.. has had a great year in 1st Grade!  She's had different "friends that are boys" during the year, but I won't name names!  I've enjoyed sharing the Art Masterpiece program in her class this years!  It's been fun to hear "Hi, Mallory's Mom" from the kids in her class. I also did AM in her class year - so there are plenty of kids who know me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't have the same flexibility at work as I did last year, so the kids will need to figure out how to get along better than they have.. I think there will be some financial incentive to not call Mom every 15 minutes while she is gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Summer Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5824018546854176507?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5824018546854176507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5824018546854176507' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5824018546854176507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5824018546854176507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/05/beginning-and-end.html' title='The Beginning, and The End'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SDX7OGQ_lJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/80CunQ9Qajw/s72-c/IMG_2079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1926134634651290866</id><published>2008-05-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:46:09.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my favorite quote lately is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There is not one way to be a perfect mother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but there are a million ways to be a good mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have given up trying to be perfect, but I will keep struggling to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;a good one. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199159739138217874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SCcgPIXYl5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/oe68PrljfIg/s400/IMG_2456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am thankful for the opportunity to be a Mother, I know it is an important job, and I am thankful for the help I receive in doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am grateful for the example that my own mother set for me. I miss her dearly. Whenever I am going thru a rough spell, either with parenting or something else, I know that she would have done whatever she could, and wished she could take away my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199161405585528738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SCchwIXYl6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ywrhjkl5_NY/s320/Amy+Dec+1994+Brennan+Grandma+Nancy+Great+Grandma+Jessie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Dec 1994, right after I became a mom, with my mom, and her mom.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am also thankful for the opportunity that I had to look after both my mother and my grandmother when they each became ill.  It was the least that I could have done for them, after all that they had done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Yeah, and I'll try not to cry too much today.  Stop it already!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1926134634651290866?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1926134634651290866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1926134634651290866' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1926134634651290866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1926134634651290866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SCcgPIXYl5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/oe68PrljfIg/s72-c/IMG_2456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3756993314181999693</id><published>2008-05-06T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:02:54.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Lisa</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. 6 Random things about me! I've been thinking about it for a few days, and I think I might have it.. (those who have done 100 random things.. more power to you, I don't think I could do it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have never had a manicure or a pedicure. I think I am way to thrifty, and don't like my toes anyway. My fingernails grow well, so I don't feel the need. Also, I waitressed for a long time, and we couldn't wear polish much, so I didn't get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a Hippo birdfeeder. Amazingly, birds have gorged themselves from it lately (I think its the pigeons.) I have alot of hippos, mostly stuffed, so this is my most unique hippos. (If it weren't dark outside, I'd take a photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have never tasted alcohol. Just never felt the need, especially as I was taught growing up that it was not good. I was floored when I found out my younger brother drank himself sick one night with the swim team. He never did it again, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have sat on what is purported to be St Patrick's grave. I went to Northern Ireland when I was 17, and we visited the site - a large stone, and I mean large, covers the grave. We joked that when Christ comes again, St Patrick will have a difficult time getting out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a condition called Trigeminal Neuralgia. It is something more common in OLDER people, not young like me. I've had it for 14 or so years, and it has become increasingly worse over the past 4-5 years. I am considering a Gamma Knife procedure very soon to take away the pain that recurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I kissed a boy on top of the World Trade Center. We were on a choir trip to NYC in college, I liked him, we had sort of dated previously, but somehow I managed to get him to kiss me while we were there! Ahhh, blond haired, blue-eyed, cute boy. We couldn't have married, though, and I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;a. Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;b. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;c. Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.&lt;br /&gt;f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag..&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fatsassyandmrwonderful.blogspot.com/ Kayola&lt;br /&gt;http://lynnewsnyder.blogspot.com/ Lynne&lt;br /&gt;http://puffyspatter.blogspot.com/ Puffy&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kristyskritters.blogspot.com/  Kristy&lt;br /&gt;http://blueberrybuckets.blogspot.com/  Kerrie&lt;br /&gt;http://dfliesblog.blogspot.com/  Dragonflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and then would someone please tell me how to get this linky thing to work!!  It is driving me nuts!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.. that was tough! Good luck ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3756993314181999693?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3756993314181999693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3756993314181999693' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3756993314181999693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3756993314181999693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-lisa.html' title='Tagged by Lisa'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-165367021245361618</id><published>2008-04-29T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:04:33.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't even really have one.. but a post on one of the message boards I visit asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;what are two things on your bucket list?  Two things you would like to accomplish before you die..  Hence... "kick the bucket.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I posted that I would like to visit the Netherlands, where my grandmother was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Another is to write my personal history.  There are many things that I would like to know about my mother's side of the family, that I don't believe are written down.  So, I don't want to leave my life in pieces for my children to pick up... that's assuming that SOMEDAY.. they will think I have been an interesting person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have on your list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-165367021245361618?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/165367021245361618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=165367021245361618' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/165367021245361618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/165367021245361618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-824695111470211344</id><published>2008-04-23T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:02:48.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you guess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA-VWqGJBaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GrFlK7d6tlA/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192533111871178146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA-VWqGJBaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GrFlK7d6tlA/s400/IMG_3034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Mallory's favorite color has been this last few days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just had to giggle when I pulled these all out of the washer to hang to dry!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes, I'm trying to do my part to conserve energy, and not have such a high electric bill! )&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So here is her variety of green shirts, and she may have more in her drawer!  Guess Mom needs to do better when shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-824695111470211344?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/824695111470211344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=824695111470211344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/824695111470211344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/824695111470211344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-guess.html' title='Can you guess?'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA-VWqGJBaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GrFlK7d6tlA/s72-c/IMG_3034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7118693893080645892</id><published>2008-04-21T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:19:09.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On this Day, 38 years ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sweetheart was born!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He is the older boy here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191824432239420722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA0Q0EvTJTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mvA1lrNS8Dk/s320/Wanda+Mark+and+Matt+-+early+age.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There aren't many pics of him as a boy, but he was a good big brother to Matt.. and obviously STRONG to pick up his mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191824518138766658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA0Q5EvTJUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ef7ryTxCHk/s320/Mark+and+Wanda-+Browns+in+Logan+age+13+or+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Can you pick him out here, in his senior picture?  (btw.. it's hard to get the yearbook placed just right on the scanner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA0RBkvTJVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5x-BaGioets/s1600-h/Mark+senior+pic+1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191824664167654738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA0RBkvTJVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5x-BaGioets/s320/Mark+senior+pic+1988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And then.. he convinced me to marry him, and I'm glad that I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191824767246869858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA0RHkvTJWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lbVK0Vq1D7I/s320/Wedding+8-1-92.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mark, thanks for all that you do for me!  I hope that you have a Happy Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7118693893080645892?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7118693893080645892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7118693893080645892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7118693893080645892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7118693893080645892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-this-day-38-years-ago.html' title='On this Day, 38 years ago...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SA0Q0EvTJTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mvA1lrNS8Dk/s72-c/Wanda+Mark+and+Matt+-+early+age.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-873321996311045005</id><published>2008-04-15T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:46:30.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tjitske is Dutch for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jessica!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189482827887687698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SAS_Iww8OBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u4Eh3kfKt5U/s320/IMG_2963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189482909492066338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SAS_Ngw8OCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZFYcWoyTA4k/s320/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jessica is named for my grandmother Tjitske, Jessie to us common folk.. She was born in Holland, and my Jessica was born 11 years ago today! I will have to find some of her baby pictures this afternoon!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, the joys of a preteen girl.. she is emotional, I hesitate to use the word drama queen, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I struggle with her, Mark says because we are too much alike, both headstrong.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot my Dutch grandmother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you, Jessica!&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/36365129-873321996311045005?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/873321996311045005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=873321996311045005' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/873321996311045005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/873321996311045005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/tjitske-is-dutch-for.html' title='Tjitske is Dutch for...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/SAS_Iww8OBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u4Eh3kfKt5U/s72-c/IMG_2963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5781135999175359457</id><published>2008-04-10T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:26:22.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a member of the ASPCA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, I am not normally one to encourage cruelty to animals.... but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;there is a little yappy thing, a chihuahua, or a rat terrier or something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that lives behind me, that I would really like for it to have its vocal cords clipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is really grating on my nerves this morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's yapping echoes over the entire neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Other than the sky-high electricity bills, it makes me look forward to summer when I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shut my doors and windows to turn on the a/c and block out the sound!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, I will go turn on the tv, so I can't hear it, and eat my breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5781135999175359457?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5781135999175359457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5781135999175359457' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5781135999175359457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5781135999175359457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-member-of-aspca.html' title='Not a member of the ASPCA...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-963460345466577451</id><published>2008-04-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:08:18.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I met WHEEZY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last night I went to Borders at Superstition Springs, and met Lisa McMann, who is the author of a new teen book called Wake. I haven't read the book yet, so I can't give any reviews, but I had to go and meet her anyway! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187261757287651842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R_zbFcAZWgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OpkKhI_0KGw/s320/Lisa+McMann.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For my non-OT friends, Lisa, aka Wheezy, is a former poster at Off Topic, which is part of a Reality TV message board where I occasionally post messages. I found the board when I started watching The Amazing Race, and eventually made my way to the Off Topic - where Lisa used to post. That is also what led me to blogging, as many of the posters there had blogs, and in order to comment, I needed to have a blog as well. Occasionally, these posters from around the country would have Peep Meets - meeting up when travelling around, and many have become good friends as a result, and I believe two marriages have come about, and consequent babies also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not terribly bold when it comes to arranging peep meets, as there had been a couple of posters here in the area, but this one was easy for me, simply go to the mall, and talk to Lisa for a few minutes! Anyway, it was exciting for me to meet her, although we didn't talk for long, it was fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-963460345466577451?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/963460345466577451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=963460345466577451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/963460345466577451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/963460345466577451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-met-wheezy.html' title='I met WHEEZY!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R_zbFcAZWgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OpkKhI_0KGw/s72-c/Lisa+McMann.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1250416807788528743</id><published>2008-04-05T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:15:47.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Robin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Robin has tagged me, although I didn't find out until I read my neighbor's blog and then went back to hers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2. Turn to page 123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. Find the 5th sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5. Tag 5 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Okay, the nearest book to me is...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185916620775184882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R_gTsMAZWfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t7-6BCjKBig/s320/ANne+Morrow+Lindberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fifth sentence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; "And it is wondeful training for the prospective power pilot : knowledge of air currents, landings when his motor has failed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Wow, that was pretty boring! I picked up this book for 50 cents, I think, at the used book place just outside the library, I tried reading it, but it did get a little boring. I didn't know that she flew so many places with her husband! And, I didn't get to the end of the book. If anyone is interested in it, I'll send it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Now, for the fun part... I tag... MTW, Nutz, and Silvergirl, (some of my OT friends) , Aileen S. and Heather R. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Have fun! (Hope your books are less boring than mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1250416807788528743?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1250416807788528743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1250416807788528743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1250416807788528743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1250416807788528743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-robin.html' title='Tagged by Robin!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R_gTsMAZWfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t7-6BCjKBig/s72-c/ANne+Morrow+Lindberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-8026397391072433488</id><published>2008-04-04T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:52:04.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peach pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freezer'/><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's found.. where I suspected it to be.. In B's bedroom.  Such is the bedroom of a 13 yo boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He took something out to the freezer for me on Tuesday, and that's the last we saw of the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He told me that he checked all of his pockets - but I went in this afternoon and went thru his laundry basket myself..   and found it on the floor next to it.  Well, he tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's going to be a weekend of cleaning stuff up - we have a neighborhood exchange in a couple of weeks down at the church, and I am hoping someone will want some of the stuff that I have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What in your house would YOU like to give away - or what do you need to get rid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me?  Mostly kids clothes that they have outgrown.. but also stuff from my parents house.. When my mom died, Dad sold the house, and he now lives in MN.  A lot of stuff is now at my house, dishes, books, decorations.. that I really need to get rid of.  My hubby always tells me how much STUFF we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh, and now I'm going to make peach pie with the peaches I found in the freezer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-8026397391072433488?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8026397391072433488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=8026397391072433488' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8026397391072433488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8026397391072433488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7655755476174920494</id><published>2008-04-03T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:34:15.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS IT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Does anyone know where my freezer key is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's kind of hard to figure out what to get out for dinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when I can't even look in the freezer...&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/36365129-7655755476174920494?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7655755476174920494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7655755476174920494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7655755476174920494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7655755476174920494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-is-it.html' title='WHERE IS IT??'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7399216010751465002</id><published>2008-03-31T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:57:06.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taurus'/><title type='text'>So Long, Little Red Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R_FcU8AZWeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F6m9zpX60Oo/s1600-h/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184026160855079394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R_FcU8AZWeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F6m9zpX60Oo/s320/IMG_2943.JPG" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's been a great 11.5 years.  We bought this Taurus just before our family expanded to two kiddos.  It has taken us on trips to Utah and California, but mostly was used as a commuter car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A few years ago, someone stopped and asked if it was for sale... uh, no, I need it to get to work!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now that I have my new car, we don't need it anymore.  I had meant to get a for sale sign on it, but didn't get there.  Yesterday as we were fixing dinner after church, someone came to the door, interested in it.  I talked with them, and they looked at it, but told them they had to come back, because I wouldn' t do business on Sunday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, they came after two this afternoon - handed me the cash and they drove off in my little car.. We got nearly 120k miles out of it - I think we got our money's worth!  I got rear ended once in it - after M was born - but other than that - it's been a good car.  But - I'm not sorry to see it go!  So long, farewell, auf wiedersen, adieu!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7399216010751465002?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7399216010751465002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7399216010751465002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7399216010751465002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7399216010751465002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-long-little-red-car.html' title='So Long, Little Red Car'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R_FcU8AZWeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F6m9zpX60Oo/s72-c/IMG_2943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3702440087801531465</id><published>2008-03-26T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:52:53.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alyssum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulips'/><title type='text'>It's Spring!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, in Arizona it is anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182184912670251442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R-rRuMAZWbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MzmIrqFGbDA/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brennan and I planted tulip bulbs back in.. November maybe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And here are some of the results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am excited to see them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R-rSacAZWcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nw2mWJDzfwg/s1600-h/IMG_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182185672879462850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R-rSacAZWcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nw2mWJDzfwg/s200/IMG_2877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R-rSxMAZWdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/d3CK-M7iCRw/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182186063721486802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R-rSxMAZWdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/d3CK-M7iCRw/s200/IMG_2879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is supposed to be 90 degrees today, but we're supposed to have a cooling trend coming along.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, and I love the smell of A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lyssum&lt;/span&gt;.  Along with the few blossoms on my grapefruit tree, my yard is smelling pretty good, even though it doesn't look great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone else having spring weather??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-3702440087801531465?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3702440087801531465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=3702440087801531465' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3702440087801531465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/3702440087801531465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-spring.html' title='It&apos;s Spring!!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R-rRuMAZWbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MzmIrqFGbDA/s72-c/IMG_2876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-9126807652101428986</id><published>2008-03-20T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:34:54.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>Whew...saved by the.... receipt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Note to self... again... don't procrastinate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On the previous episode of As the Toilet Flushes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the exhaust fan in our bathroom was not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, not that kind of exhaust..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We had been having alot of moisture in our bathroom, and were wanting to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;get a new fan, and have some other work done.  So, I went out and bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a new fan kit at my local home improvement store.  I thought this had been done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;only a few months ago.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since we are on Spring Break, I thought I'd get up and try to take the motor out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the fan above the toilet!  It came out pretty easily!  However, when I opened the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of the new one, it was the WHOLE UNIT - that needed to be installed in the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not really what I needed.   It turns out that the same fan is in my laundry room, so I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;took that motor out and put it in my bathroom, so we have a fan working in there now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My brother suggested that I see if I can find a replacement motor by calling the company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;who made it!  Turns out the company is located in Phoenix, and I was able to pick one up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at a nearby hardware store!  I replaced that one in my laundry room, and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;determined to return the whole unit that I had purchased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A trip to Home Depot - it wasn't their product, should try Lowe's.  Finally today I made it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to Lowe's and found that I had the receipt still in my planner.  I knew I'd saved it for a reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The helpful customer service person scanned the box, "this item has been discontinued."  Then she continues to look at the receipt - "this is from Last Year!!"  but then.. "let me see what I can do."  She talked to the Higher Up Muckity Muck manager type guy, and he said if the scanner recognizes the receipt, then she can still refund it to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, Praise be to the Almighty Scanner!!  It recognized it, so I got my $55 something returned to my account.  Then I took a look at the receipt, to see how long ago I'd actually bought it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sad to say.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May 2007&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For Pete's sake.. I really need to stop procrastinating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;     Maybe tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-9126807652101428986?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/9126807652101428986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=9126807652101428986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/9126807652101428986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/9126807652101428986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/03/whewsaved-by-receipt.html' title='Whew...saved by the.... receipt?'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7286287772505346125</id><published>2008-03-16T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:32:03.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strawberries'/><title type='text'>Do I get Great Mom points for this??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday morning... what for breakfast?? I found some great looking strawberries at the grocery store last night... so how about this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R91Z4865DmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LMI6nT0LpHU/s1600-h/IMG_2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178393981506621026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R91Z4865DmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LMI6nT0LpHU/s320/IMG_2836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I was thinking about a coffee (breakfast) cake that my mom used to make.. Royal Danish Kuchen... cinnamon and nutmeg in it, with raisens.. but the best part is the topping... cinnamon sugar and WALNUTS!! Yumm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R91ZvM65DlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/511n8-vphCY/s1600-h/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178393814002896466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R91ZvM65DlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/511n8-vphCY/s400/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This has got to be better than boring old cereal, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178394106060672626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R91aAM65DnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ndBg5WIJFKE/s320/dipped+strawberries+-+mallory+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess my Mallory thinks so... (even though I think this is the first time I ever dipped strawberries), looks like I am famous to her, and that's all I need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7286287772505346125?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7286287772505346125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7286287772505346125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7286287772505346125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7286287772505346125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-i-get-great-mom-points-for-this.html' title='Do I get Great Mom points for this??'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R91Z4865DmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LMI6nT0LpHU/s72-c/IMG_2836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-631672509532744683</id><published>2008-03-15T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:14:34.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gramma Bloomer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosch'/><title type='text'>TGFMB*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I honestly don't know what I'd do without it! How would I live??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178000231789825602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R9vzxs65DkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0jwVfO7HsN4/s400/bosch+mixer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I got my Bosch a few years ago, when it was on sale. This Concept 7 machine came with a blender, and a grater slicer attachment as well. I also make my bread in it about once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I was not working during Summer 2006, I ended up making a lot of bread, and selling to neighbors and friends. There were some kids who were coming around the neighborhood selling bread, and I figured I could sell my own. So I got a little more proficient at it. I use my Great Gramma Bloomer's bread recipe, which I got from my mom, so I feel like I'm doing something handed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know how my mom made bread for years without one.. I'm sure with a family of 7, and not alot of money, she made plenty - I know she got a Bosch years later, but I'm not sure when. I do remember toast made from homemade bread - it just can't be beat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nevertheless, I do make alot in my Bosch - bread, cookies, crepes (in the blender) - I don't know that I'd bake as much without it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For all those of you with Kitchenaids, come over from the dark side and get a BOSCH! They are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Thank Goodness For My Bosch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-631672509532744683?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/631672509532744683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=631672509532744683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/631672509532744683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/631672509532744683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/03/tgfmb.html' title='TGFMB*'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R9vzxs65DkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0jwVfO7HsN4/s72-c/bosch+mixer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5022536117849844577</id><published>2008-03-12T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:22:15.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa McCabe'/><title type='text'>A Grandpa story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not long ago, Lynne &lt;a href="http://lynnewsnyder.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lynnewsnyder.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; posted about her grandpa, and chocolates. One of the stories I remember about my grandpa, was before I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;born. I asked my dad to clarify a bit, because it's been awhile since I heard the story. We usually heard it every time we went to Wellington, but it's been awhile. My great grandmother lived there, and is buried there, along with my Grandma Rita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In my Dad's words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born in November, 1940, a year before Pearl Harbor and the beginning of World War II.&lt;br /&gt;Vance was born in 1945, at the end of the war. Mom was “on again, off again” with my father during all those years of the forties and early fifties. She met and married Vance’s father, Walter Sullivan, in 1944/1945 sometime, and Vance came in September, 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I knew them my mother’s parents, Semon and Myrtle Golding lived in the little town of Wellington, Utah. Their little, two-bedroom home had the spacious yard and driveway, and corral, and behind the yard was a nice pasture, all common to homes in rural communities, especially in Utah. The pasture bordered on one of the Southern Pacific main railroad lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their home was a refuge for Mom, and Vance and me, sometimes all three of us together and at other times, one or two of us. Mom was not successful in marriage, or in keeping a home for us to live in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was always a cook, and in the navy during the war he was stationed at San Francisco, and his assignment was to ride the troop trains that carried troops back and forth between the coasts. As a cook, he had access to the supply cars of the trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trains often used the line that went through Wellington, and passed behind the house. Food was short for everyone during the war, and well appreciated when it came, from whatever source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event must have been close to the end of the war, because I was old enough that I still remember it. The “folks” would all go down to the side of the tracks when Dad had phoned that he would be going through. When the train came Dad would have the side doors of the food supply car open, and whatever foodstuffs we needed, and would survive being tossed to the ground from a fast-moving train, he tossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train came this day, and we waved to Dad as he passed, and he would kick the containers out the door. The stuff would be strewn along the side of the tracks for us to retrieve. What I remember is the bag of sugar, which was always in REALLY short supply, breaking open, with a cloud of the white stuff settling down in and on the black rock beside the tracks. I can still see the adults, and even me, bent over with fingers and utensils scooping what we could of the sugar into containers, so the precious white stuff could be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one alive who would remember this story, because it was before Vance came, and all the folks are long gone from the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My kids didn't know my Grandpa McCabe - as he passed away shortly after Brennan was born. But, I hope to be able to keep him alive for them, in stories such as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Lynne, if you can tell me how to put the link in with just your name.. inform me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5022536117849844577?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5022536117849844577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5022536117849844577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5022536117849844577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5022536117849844577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/03/grandpa-story.html' title='A Grandpa story.'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-4492967886918663175</id><published>2008-03-06T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:42:28.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning.. rambling ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We moved to Evanston Wy when I was 15 - it was tough to move, I soooo wanted to attend High School in my old town, with all of my buddies. I'd watched the activities my older friends went to and I really wanted to go. But my dad was selling real estate, and he hoped to get in on the housing boom in WY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had worked in a coffee shop bussing tables and then waitressing, so I had some experience. I applied at JB's, and although the minimum age for working was supposed to be 16, Doug hired me anyway, since I had experience. I also looked older than my age so it helped. I worked at JB's all through high school, and with it being a fairly small town, I got to know lots of the regulars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My mom was custodian for one of the church buildings in town, and she would see and talk to people as they came through the church during the week. That is where my mom met Bryan. I don't remember first meeting him, but he was a talker... he talked and talked - always had a story to tell. I waited on him plenty of times I'm sure, but he was 8 years older than me, so I don't think he ever asked me out, since I was still in high school. He was a nice guy, but I wasn't terribly attracted to him or anything. I did consider him a friend, however.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I graduated from HS, and went to the University of Wyoming, on an academic scholarship. The scholarship was a blessing, because I didn't have any money to go to school, nor did my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I worked at the JB's in Laramie as well, and Doug was good enough to let me work when I was home on Christmas break and in the summer. After two years in college, my family moved to AZ. I went back to college in WY -(DH always teases me about that.. I was then in AZ in the hot summer, and in WY in the wintertime freezing - crazy!!) Since it was too far to go home for Thanksgiving, I caught a ride back to Evanston and stayed with my best friend, Tami. It was that year or the next that Bryan asked me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't remember how we stayed in touch, but we did! Bryan and I drove down to SLC, about a 80 mile drive and went to Crownburger. He had said it was "the " place to go. Then we went to Temple Square to see the lights turned on. This always happens the day after Thanksgiving. He held my hand for the first time there, mostly out of necessity, because there were alot of people there! However, it didn't send any electric shocks thru me or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bryan and I had been out once before, when he drove me to Ogden for Japanese food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I think it must have been before this- my memory escapes me! There was just not much to do in Evanston, that's why we had to leave town to go on a date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, when we got back to Evanston from SLC, Bryan walked me up to Tami's door, and he kissed me. Um.. nothing. Like I said, I wasn't attracted to him really, but he was a nice guy. Again, no electricity happening. "Um, thanks for the date." We didn't go out again. But we were still friends. After I finished at UW, I wasn't back in Evanston regularly, so, I don't think I saw him again - so the last I would have seen him would have been 1988.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Fast forward a few years... When my mom passed away two years ago, I posted her obituary online in the Evanston paper, because we'd lived there 7 years, and I thought maybe people who had known her would like to know. Then in December, work was kicking my butt, and I was tired. I must have been away from home when Bryan called. Mark took a message and his phone number - said he'd seen the obit or something, and recalled my name, and tracked me down! His parents still live in Evanston, although he lives in St George now. It took awhile for me to find time to call him back, it was into January sometime. It was a little weird, but we talked for a little while. He kept telling me that I sounded like my mom, or that I looked like her, and kept bringing up memories of her.. meanwhile, I'm bawling away. My heart is still very tender missing my mom, so it kind of irritated me that he kept bringing her up! At that time, my face pain was hurting more with me getting emotional, so it was hard for me to talk to him! He left me with his email address and website (he's into real estate) but I hadn't emailed him, I hadn't thought too much about it again. He'd told me that he was back in Evanston more frequently with his mom being ill, and spending time with her in SLC as well at the hospital. And I thought that was the end of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tonight.. Mark was working late, I'm trying to get the kids to finish their dinner, and the phone rang with a double ring, meaning it was long distance. Lately we've been getting more telemarketer stuff, so I almost didn't answer. The caller id showed a 435 area code, which I knew was UT, so I answered. It was Bryan. His mom had passed away last month, she was only 68. He saw my phone number on his cell and thought he'd call, knowing I could understand. We had a good talk... the kids finished their dinner and went out to fill up water balloons. (they are going to jump on the tramp at the neighbors with them on Sat.) Bryan and I talked for awhile - remembering the times we went out, and how we met and stuff - which is why I am writing it down. He is married and has 3 kids - I don't think I know his wife - I don't think she was from our town. He still always has a story to tell - I remember the names of people he mentions, but I probably know their younger siblings who were closer to my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All in all, I was glad to talk to him this time - I wasn't emotional, my face didn't hurt, and it was easy to talk! Not awkward at all - and no mention of the nonelectric hand holding or kiss! I got his email address again, maybe I'll keep in touch - in case I need to ever buy a cabin in the mountains near St George!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thanks for indulging me.. I hope to write more stories, for my sake, and for Lynne's Somewhat Invented Life's sake... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-4492967886918663175?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4492967886918663175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=4492967886918663175' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4492967886918663175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/4492967886918663175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/03/warning-rambling-ahead.html' title='Warning.. rambling ahead...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5201608938336493995</id><published>2008-02-25T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:59:54.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mallory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R8LXwd-vWSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M6_n57-U4TE/s1600-h/IMG_2665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170932549856221474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R8LXwd-vWSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M6_n57-U4TE/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R8LXfN-vWRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FdTusslxTr4/s1600-h/IMG_2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was Sunday, but I just want to wish my cutie youngest a Happy Birthday! I'm glad she came along to our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyone else heard of these FurBerries things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5201608938336493995?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5201608938336493995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5201608938336493995' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5201608938336493995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5201608938336493995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-mallory.html' title='Happy Birthday Mallory!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R8LXwd-vWSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M6_n57-U4TE/s72-c/IMG_2665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-7140603689012527498</id><published>2008-02-17T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:45:38.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All about Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hnR9-vWAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-tvVvl8MUbo/s1600-h/Amy+1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994130800793602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hnR9-vWAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-tvVvl8MUbo/s200/Amy+1967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h9u9-vWNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Zh1zmjmBod4/s1600-h/Amy+and+Matthew+1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168018818272811218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h9u9-vWNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Zh1zmjmBod4/s200/Amy+and+Matthew+1967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was quite the photographer around the time I was born - and my mother was very photogenic as well. So, there are plenty of pictures of us. I believe he won a prize for a photo of me and mom when I was only a few months old. To the right is my big brother and me! He was good and protective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hnkN-vWCI/AAAAAAAAADg/_Srmq2g5LCI/s1600-h/amy+1+yr+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994444333406242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hnkN-vWCI/AAAAAAAAADg/_Srmq2g5LCI/s200/amy+1+yr+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994693441509426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hnyt-vWDI/AAAAAAAAADo/idfbNeUaBwY/s200/Amy%27s+first+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My first Christmas to the right, and I'm not sure how old to the left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hpE9-vWEI/AAAAAAAAADw/dIPleHB5QJM/s1600-h/Amy+1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167996106485749826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hpE9-vWEI/AAAAAAAAADw/dIPleHB5QJM/s200/Amy+1971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My youngest brother asleep in the high chair, I am probably 4 or 5 in this pic! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hpat-vWFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6LAdqBLenBs/s1600-h/Amy+Kindergarten+or+1st+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167996480147904594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hpat-vWFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6LAdqBLenBs/s200/Amy+Kindergarten+or+1st+grade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair was straight as a stick as a kid... it was to the point of waiting to take out the foam curlers until JUST before the pictures were taken, so that there would be SOME curl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h-Pd-vWOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vbbwpuDvDWU/s1600-h/Amy+Magna+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168019376618559714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h-Pd-vWOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vbbwpuDvDWU/s200/Amy+Magna+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it looks like curls.. but .. Yes, my &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h-bt-vWPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RvX-fl7_FFs/s1600-h/Amy+at+Grandpa+McCabe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168019587071957234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h-bt-vWPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RvX-fl7_FFs/s200/Amy+at+Grandpa+McCabe%27s+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mother made my dress.. but don't ya dig the beaded purse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few years.. probably 7th grade here. My grandparents grew roses in their garden.. next to my wannabe Farrah Fawcett hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h8od-vWII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1zaEdwvot-Y/s1600-h/Amy+at+Univ+of+WY+1987+maybe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017607092033666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h8od-vWII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1zaEdwvot-Y/s200/Amy+at+Univ+of+WY+1987+maybe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h8wt-vWJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_5rVPHnzblI/s1600-h/Amy+in+Dewsbury+England+1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017748825954450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h8wt-vWJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_5rVPHnzblI/s200/Amy+in+Dewsbury+England+1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite pictures from college.. wish I still had the sweater!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack! Dig the big old bangs?? This was when I was about 22.. on my mission for the LDS church in England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h82t-vWKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IC0hHRSFPtI/s1600-h/Amy+Dec+1994+Brennan+Grandma+Nancy+Great+Grandma+Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017851905169570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h82t-vWKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IC0hHRSFPtI/s200/Amy+Dec+1994+Brennan+Grandma+Nancy+Great+Grandma+Jessie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h_Wd-vWQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SFHw-D9_Dj8/s1600-h/Amy+late+1997+with+Jessica+Marcella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168020596389271810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h_Wd-vWQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SFHw-D9_Dj8/s200/Amy+late+1997+with+Jessica+Marcella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My four generations.. my son Brennan, my mother Nancy, and my grandmother Jessie (Tjitske) who was born in Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my sweet Jessica, named after her great grandmother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h9Hd-vWMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0VKFaMtCM4A/s1600-h/Amy+1998+family+pic+at+McCabe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168018139667978434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7h9Hd-vWMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0VKFaMtCM4A/s200/Amy+1998+family+pic+at+McCabe%27s+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need to get a pic of all of us.. I just love this one taken in my parent's backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few highlights of my life!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, and so my layout doesn't look so great... I'm working on it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hnkN-vWCI/AAAAAAAAADg/_Srmq2g5LCI/s1600-h/amy+1+yr+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-7140603689012527498?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7140603689012527498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=7140603689012527498' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7140603689012527498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/7140603689012527498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-all-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s All about Me!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7hnR9-vWAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-tvVvl8MUbo/s72-c/Amy+1967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-60133928346152558</id><published>2008-02-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:16:38.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could eat myself silly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With my birthday coming up, I'm getting emails with yummy invitations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cold Stone Creamery for a Love It creation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Red Robin for a Gourmet Burger of my choice! (Mushroom Swiss burger, most likely!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Molly Branigan's for a Complimentary Entree (local Irish pub - yum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, when will the feasting begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is YOUR favorite place to go for your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166715205504161778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7PcGt-vV_I/AAAAAAAAADI/b1C-Hc_Ua60/s320/IMG_2610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is me and my Mallory, and my little sis Laura.  We got together to celebrate my mom's birthday last week.  Not a great pic.. but oh, well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&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/36365129-60133928346152558?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/60133928346152558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=60133928346152558' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/60133928346152558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/60133928346152558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-could-eat-myself-silly.html' title='I could eat myself silly!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R7PcGt-vV_I/AAAAAAAAADI/b1C-Hc_Ua60/s72-c/IMG_2610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-8099562179363012749</id><published>2008-02-01T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:35:57.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah, Montana, Bobana, Fofana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you ever need to get a preteen girl to help you do some dirty work?  Let her bring her cd player and whatever music she wants and you will get a good chunk of time out of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When it rains here, I swear that there are weed seeds in every raindrop!  And the fact that we have no grass in either the front or back yards means that shortly after the rain, the weeds start popping up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In times past I have pulled them in the back yard myself, rather than fight with my children.  Well, with the promise of a Sonic treat, I lured my girls into the back yard to pull weeds.  So, we listened to Hannah Montana and Sugarland and cleared probably 75% of the green monsters!  They are fairly easy to pull, so I promised dinner out if we kept going!  Now we are just waiting for DH to finish work, and we'll go to Red Robin, and everyone will get shakes!  (Usually I am a cheapo, maybe one shake gets shared..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Weekend, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-8099562179363012749?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8099562179363012749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=8099562179363012749' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8099562179363012749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/8099562179363012749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/02/hannah-montana-bobana-fofana.html' title='Hannah, Montana, Bobana, Fofana...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-2090108390808844373</id><published>2008-01-27T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:53:19.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potatoes.. neighbors'/><title type='text'>Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No matter how you say it, they are yummy. But tonight, I'm talking about fried potatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's cold and rainy, and I needed something to warm up with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Several years ago, we went camping with two other families from church. One family lives 2 houses down and we'd probably call them our best friends - after 9 years of living so close. On the camping trip, we decided we'd do common meals so we worked out a menu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We suggested fried potatoes along with something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Huh? Fried potatoes, what's that?" was Allen's comment...  "ACK" was our combined response!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chop up an onion or more, peel (or not) and slice some potatoes.. Heat up a few tablespoons of vegetable oil and fry them up until a little crispy!  My dad used to say the ratio of onions to potatoes s/b 1:1, but that's a bit much!  Of course, when we had them camping, fried up in a cast iron pan, they were even better!  We just couldn't believe they'd never had fried potatoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, do you like fried potatoes?  Onions or no?  Or have you never had them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We now like to put shredded cheese on top, though we really should cut them there calories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I'll try not to make my next post about food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-2090108390808844373?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2090108390808844373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=2090108390808844373' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Question..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cauliflower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes or No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cooked or Raw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In Soup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ranch dip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH has had a cauliflower gratin- I didn't taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made cauliflower soup for my lunch today, I think I'm going to go make Cranberry Almond scones... found here..  don't they look yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.narons.com/2007/10/05/coffee-break-for-everyone.aspx"&gt;http://blog.narons.com/2007/10/05/coffee-break-for-everyone.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found in a roundabout way from Pioneer Woman, to Country Doctor's wife to this lady..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1202272078582525058?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1202272078582525058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1202272078582525058' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1202272078582525058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1202272078582525058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-question.html' title='Next Question..'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-3238484212894187732</id><published>2008-01-13T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:38:29.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If I was your neighbor and I was making you cinnamon rolls to thank you for doing something for me, would you like them with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cinnamon alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;raisins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;nuts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;icing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cream cheese frosting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;or all of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Please answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*just finished a loaded roll... nuts, raisins, and almond flavored icing!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Survey..'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-854205515326472836</id><published>2008-01-07T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:13:32.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To answer ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R4MFzATUBZI/AAAAAAAAADA/wv8bOm2m9Co/s1600-h/red+CRV.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zombs asked about my work at home job... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not really a work at home, but some stuff I can take home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I work for Treasury Mgmt at our bank, and Lockbox is a part of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;One of our "clients" (not customers..) is a local diocese which has private schools around the area. People can donate up to $1000 tax deductible for married couple which goes to the private schools. This time of year, er, December &amp;amp; November, the donations get pretty heavy - as the year end push for tax deductions goes on. We process the deposits for the diocese, and then we also do the data entry for each donor into the database - noting which school they want their funds to go to, etc. I can access the database at home, and we have been overwhelmed, as it's mainly me, and sometimes one other gal that do the data entry. I am still working on 12-31 work, as we received 900+ items that day. It takes about an hour to do 50 items... so I'm plugging away.. and getting a few extra hours in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which will help pay for...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152968772454450578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R4MFzATUBZI/AAAAAAAAADA/wv8bOm2m9Co/s200/red+CRV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My New Car!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it is a Tango Red Pearl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Honda CRV - it's pretty basic, no fluffy stuff on it, but I like it! It will get better gas mileage for running the kids around.  (no moon roof either!)  This is what we spent New Years Eve doing... I didn't really want another car registration due at the end of the year.. (our suburban's is due in November.)  We don't have cheap registration here.. For example, it was $550 on the burb.  Who has them cheap? Other than Oregon, I know it's pretty reasonable there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyone want a Ford Taurus with 120k miles on it?? I've got one for sale, really cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope everyone's New Year has started off well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-854205515326472836?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/854205515326472836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=854205515326472836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/854205515326472836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/854205515326472836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-answer.html' title='To answer ...'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DRI7aE0rriw/R4MFzATUBZI/AAAAAAAAADA/wv8bOm2m9Co/s72-c/red+CRV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-5277114706411856422</id><published>2007-12-28T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:06:51.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyone else glad that Christmas is over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.  To answer MTW, Diamond Earrings - which I traded up today - I wanted a little more sparkle.  Is that bad? I am paying for it with earnings from my part time job, which I've sort of been socking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.  DH and DS are watching the 4th Harry Potter. The DD's are watching HSM2 - Me?  working my part - time job - some data entry from home, well, I'm taking a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3.  My dad &amp;amp; his wife have been visiting, I'm glad I've been able to spend time with them. Glad I get along with Jean much better than I did a year ago.  It doesn't make me miss my  mom any less, but I can accept his happiness a little easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4.  I am the loser at OTSS.  My SS has still not received their gift - granted- I didn't send it until the 18th, but I would have figured it would be received by now.  Perhaps I should not play next year.  Or I should plan a little better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5.  Dad is giving us a wireless something (for Christmas) for the other computer in the house, he already gave us his wireless router he didn't need anymore.  This will allow us to get on the internet in the other room. Though.. DD got on a chat room whilst at her grandma's the other week... her dad was not happy.  She is 10, and where she went wasn't great.  So?  there will be settings &amp;amp; passwords &amp;amp; such set up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6.  Milo.  He cracks us up.  He has a new bone that he is carrying around from room to room, as if looking for a place to bury it.  Hasn't found the perfect spot yet.  After all the years of resisting a dog, I'm glad we've got him.  He's cute.  He'll lay down right on top of our feet if we sit still on the couch.  Automatic foot warmer!  (and yes, it's a bit chilly here now!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.  Now, he's scratching on the door to take it into my bedroom!  Not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.  I have not sent one Christmas card out this year, and I would like to be better.  Work will slow down after the first of the year, so I'm sending them delayed this year.  (and I should send something BIG to my SS giftee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.  When someone wants you to pick them up at the airport at 11:55 on Christmas Eve??  the airport is NOT crowded, but?? their plane may be delayed, as well as baggage delayed, and you might not get home until 2a.m.  *yawn*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10.  I think I'm going to go to bed, and read a bit of "It's Not Easy Being Green." (from the bargain price table at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gnight everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow... I made my first list!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-5277114706411856422?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5277114706411856422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=5277114706411856422' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5277114706411856422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/5277114706411856422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2007/12/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36365129.post-1858605629423441899</id><published>2007-12-25T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:45:46.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think everyone was here by 2:05!  It was amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Closest thing to being on time my family has ever been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had a good meal together!  My DH makes the BEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mushroom gravy when we have turkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he went to Jared"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36365129-1858605629423441899?l=momgoesberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1858605629423441899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36365129&amp;postID=1858605629423441899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1858605629423441899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36365129/posts/default/1858605629423441899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momgoesberserk.blogspot.com/2007/12/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!'/><author><name>Mom2BJM(Amy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11516317235328281892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://www.wonderbox.com.sg/boynton%20hippos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
