<?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-4194246685653357279</id><updated>2012-01-20T05:07:16.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-8836449985961394028</id><published>2009-12-07T10:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:32:51.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the Potty Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5410_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5410_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you hear the choirs singing hallelujah? We hear them at our house.  Why??  The two-year-old is potty trained!!  And we are all singing &amp;amp; dancing around here.  Woohooo!  She did it!  I swore I wouldn't even attempt it until she was begging me...and then this past week she just did it.  All by herself.  No looking back.  No accidents.  (so far....maybe I shouldn't have typed that...oops).  And THAT is the beauty of WAITING until they are ready.  So so easy peasy!!  It probably also helps that she is a intensely, wildly INDEPENDENT little girl.  Yeah that might help a bit.  And the panties.  Its ALL ABOUT the Dora panties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-8836449985961394028?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8836449985961394028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=8836449985961394028' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8836449985961394028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8836449985961394028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/doing-potty-dance.html' title='Doing the Potty Dance'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5979074281967795476</id><published>2009-11-25T16:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:30:44.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drew...month #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4859blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4859blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite violent errr...I guess we'll call it overzealous loving from his 2-year-old sister...drew has made it to his second month.  He is a sweet babe.  Not too hard, not too easy, pretty much somewhere in between.  These are some of things we have noticed about Drew at 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 months that is.  I just like to rhyme.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-He LOVES music.  Especially being sung to.  Even by me which is pretty scary folks.  He first smiled at us while I was singing the Primary "Hello Song" of all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-He is sleeping better.  Not awesome, but better.  Waking about 2x a night with long luxurious naps during the day.  Wish I was getting those too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-He has big blue blue blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-He is smiling.  Mostly for mama, but slowly and surely for everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-He LOVES his baths (when he gets them...he IS the 4th child after all).  It didn't start out that way, but he LOVES baths now.  It is so cute to see him splash around in the water.&lt;br /&gt;-He is adored by all of his siblings, even the 2-year-old who sometimes likes to see how high she can push him in the swing before he falls out.  (He HAS NOT fallen out by the way...I'm just sayin...)&lt;br /&gt;-He recognizes faces...mostly mine.  I love to see him light up when he sees me.  It is probably the only time in life when you can be THE WORLD to someone.  Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;-He is a CHUNKY monkey.  :)  We love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...there is probably more.  If I think of it I will come back &amp;amp; add it in, but I'm tired, dinner needs to be cooked &amp;amp; 6 mouths fed.  Woah...that's a lot of mouths.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4866blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 548px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4866blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_484blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 466px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_484blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4844blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 466px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4844blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-5979074281967795476?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5979074281967795476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5979074281967795476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5979074281967795476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5979074281967795476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/drewmonth-2.html' title='drew...month #2'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-563318749273697823</id><published>2009-11-20T19:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:14:21.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4821blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 548px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4821blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They are only 3 weeks apart.  Born to be buddies.  The youngest of one family.  The oldest of the other.  They are friends.  We insist upon it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4194246685653357279-563318749273697823?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/563318749273697823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=563318749273697823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/563318749273697823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/563318749273697823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/buds.html' title='Buds'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6986270527769339683</id><published>2009-11-08T17:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:30:11.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4361b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4361b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am aware that Halloween was LAST weekend.  But hey, I figure when you have four (!) kids like me &amp;amp; one is ONLY six weeks old you get a little leeway when documenting events.  That is what I'm banking on.  Yes?  Yes.  Just nod &amp;amp; smile.  Thanks.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was crazy busy.  We began the day with Zoe's soccer game, rushed home &amp;amp; Robin, Zoe &amp;amp; Luke dashed off to the ASU football game and then flew home so that we could head over to Uncle Sean &amp;amp; Aunt Heidi's casa for delectable (albeit MAJORLY unhealthy) vittles.  I went, I sat, I nursed.  Good times had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now without further adieu, the kidlets....in all their costumed glory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brynn...an ASU cheerleader.  Just in case you were wondering if we are fans.  Yeah, we are fans.  Huge fans.  It is kinda sick.  The kids all know the fight song and can make the "pitchfork" with their fingers practically from birth.  We are teaching Andrew as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4334b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 440px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4334b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luke...Sheriff Woody...(but only cuz I couldn't find a Sparky costume...he wants to be that next year.)  HOWEVER Sheriff Woody suited him just fine.  "There's a snake in my boot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4367b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 683px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4367b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but certainly not least Miss Zoe who was Snow White.  She was going to be a witch, but changed her mind at the very last minute.  Pink nose &amp;amp; cheeks courtesy of soccer + ASU football.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4359b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4359b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here they are...all togetha (minus little Drew who was asleep and as mama done told me..."NEVER wake a sleeping baby.  Never."  So I didn't.)  This pic is SO them.  Goofy Luke, silly snuggle bug Brynn &amp;amp; shy Zoe.  My rugrats.  Happy (belated) Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4369b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4369b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-6986270527769339683?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6986270527769339683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6986270527769339683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6986270527769339683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6986270527769339683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenies.html' title='Halloweenies'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-463192571387081042</id><published>2009-11-02T20:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:55:04.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise your hand if you're sleepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3882b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3882b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;What's the word?  Tired.  That's the word.  K moms...HOW do we forget this?  Well, I guess we don't exactly forget, but it becomes hazy I suppose.  Ugh...I'm just draggin.  Maybe it's the 4th kid thing, maybe it's the being over 30 thing, maybe it's the baby spending WAY too much time crying today thing.  Not sure.  But were are sooooo there.  Weary to the bone, through &amp;amp; through.....sleeeeeeepy.  I'm hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;, holding out, TRYING to enjoy his newbornishness.  Yep I'm inventing words too.  I'm justified.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, can't stand it any more...must...go...to...bed.  G'night y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3885b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3885b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-463192571387081042?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/463192571387081042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=463192571387081042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/463192571387081042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/463192571387081042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/raise-your-hand-if-youre-sleepy.html' title='Raise your hand if you&apos;re sleepy...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-249997977297888382</id><published>2009-10-27T15:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:16:00.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/head2toe_b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 488px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/head2toe_b3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok so I HAVE been taking pics.  Lots and LOTS of them and it will take me some time to get them posted, but over the past month I've been photographing the dickens out of my sweet love and thus we begin a little case study of my ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Andrew: Head to Toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've done a few formal "portrait-ey" types of images, but mostly it is just him &amp;amp; us, hanging around, living the good life as a family of SIX! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is is...hanging on the couch.  Six days new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3808b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 512px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3808b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-249997977297888382?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/249997977297888382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=249997977297888382' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/249997977297888382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/249997977297888382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/test_27.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6763373170970736086</id><published>2009-10-25T16:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:25:08.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one month old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;geez that went fast...like faster than any of the other kids fast &amp;amp; it kinda freaks me out.  he's waking up a bit more, checking out the world a bit more, loves mama best, finds his siblings fascinating when they aren't torturing him &amp;amp; I SWEAR he smiled at zoe yesterday.  ;)  here's our little love...one month old.  (yeah i do have a zillion more pics &amp;amp; I WILL post retroactive highlights...promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4271b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 523px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4271b2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-6763373170970736086?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6763373170970736086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6763373170970736086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6763373170970736086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6763373170970736086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-month-old.html' title='one month old'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5125827096704385217</id><published>2009-09-28T20:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:16:57.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Can't say the last few days have been what I expected...but I am grateful to announce that our little Andrew Frederick is here at last.  7 pounds 10 ounces, 19 1/2 inches of pure perfection.  And he doesn't look a bit like any of our other kids.  Seriously.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a routine office visit last Friday revealed that our little guy was BREECH (!) we were sent to the hospital that afternoon for an attempt at turning him into the appropriate position.  Ahem...he was having NONE of that.  Ow.  And so we proceeded with a very unexpected c-section Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yeah it's different.  VERY different.  In both good &amp;amp; bad ways.  I think I'm experiencing the bad ways now...after the fact.  Ow.  The actual birth was easy-peasy.  Lay back, relax, get a baby.  No pushing, heavy breathing, etc.  That was the easy part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course it is all worth is as I snuggle my sweet one &amp;amp; watch my littles oogle over his cuteness.  We love him to pieces &amp;amp; I am relishing him as much as possible since he is our grand finale.   And now I am off to drink up his sweetness &amp;amp; deeply inhale that delicious newborn aroma.  Don't you wish they could bottle that stuff?  Yum.    Here he is...in the hospital...2 days old.  My hospital picture taking attempts were a little sad this time around...something about an incision in my abdomen getting in the way.  Oh well...many, many pics to come.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3791blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 740px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3791blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-5125827096704385217?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5125827096704385217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5125827096704385217' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5125827096704385217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5125827096704385217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-8092755863314410479</id><published>2009-09-22T15:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:08:22.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that I'll never forget.  You know the ones...where you can feel it searing into your memory even as it is taking place.  For FHE last night Robin was talking to the kids about families &amp;amp; how we have not only fathers here on earth, but a Father in Heaven as well.  We then talked about the new baby coming and how special he would be and how he is a child of God just as all of us are. He then suggested that we gather around my belly and sing I am a Child of God to our little boy.  They all gathered around, each putting a hand on my belly and sang in their sweet little voices to their little brother.  I'm getting teary again just thinking about it.  I wish I had had my camera to capture their darling little hands on my belly with their noses pressed into my skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; eager to serenade their brother.  Definitely a moment I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/DSC_8013_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/DSC_8013_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-8092755863314410479?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8092755863314410479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=8092755863314410479' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8092755863314410479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8092755863314410479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-moments.html' title='One of those moments...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1212006226759963074</id><published>2009-09-07T23:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:33:15.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well...she did it!  After a long, hard labor Jessica is a mom!!!  AND I was so so lucky to be at the delivery.   Here are a few preview photos....to see more del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ivery images head over to &lt;a href="http://greenappleimages.com/blog/"&gt;my other blog&lt;/a&gt;.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3368b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 486px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3368b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3433b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 699px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3433b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-1212006226759963074?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1212006226759963074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1212006226759963074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1212006226759963074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1212006226759963074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-of-love.html' title='Labor of Love'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5717295705633557137</id><published>2009-09-01T14:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:56:55.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug...Come Vote for Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I never enter photo contests.  I'm a chicken.  A chicken-weenie-butt to be exact.  (Only Rachel will understand that!)  Anyways I finally did enter one AND...don't pass out...I'M A FINALIST!  So ok, ok to win I need votes &amp;amp; so if you have a moment or two, help a pregnant girlie out!  Thank you!!!  Here is the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesavvyphotographer.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-top-10-finalist-are.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/Sp2YOxWAn7I/AAAAAAAAAro/wDyMYhpcv4k/s200/6a00d8341cf98b53ef0120a5000841970b-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376620909681483698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst...I'm #4!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is the image that was selected...Miss Zoe's sandy hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2570_blog-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 587px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2570_blog-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4194246685653357279-5717295705633557137?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5717295705633557137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5717295705633557137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5717295705633557137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5717295705633557137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/shameless-plugcome-vote-for-me.html' title='Shameless Plug...Come Vote for Me!!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/Sp2YOxWAn7I/AAAAAAAAAro/wDyMYhpcv4k/s72-c/6a00d8341cf98b53ef0120a5000841970b-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1556476967353687253</id><published>2009-08-10T15:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:03:09.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Plumber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do ya think Luke might be in training??  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2931_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2931_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-1556476967353687253?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1556476967353687253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1556476967353687253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1556476967353687253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1556476967353687253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/future-plumber.html' title='Future Plumber?'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2045086872727456644</id><published>2009-07-09T22:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:18:18.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Growing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They belly that is....hello HUGE!  Robin says I was this size when I was ready to have Zoe...yeah thanks babe that makes me feel deeeelightful!  :P  This arial view was taken last week in San Diego...we are nearly 28 weeks now.   Can't believe our little guy will be arriving in only 12 more weeks!   Ack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/26weeks_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/26weeks_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-2045086872727456644?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2045086872727456644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2045086872727456644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2045086872727456644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2045086872727456644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-growing.html' title='It&apos;s Growing!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-455721107737259490</id><published>2009-05-25T21:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:36:07.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is my niece's birthday today.  Her very first one.  Little Victoria was born early this morning...12:53 to be exact &amp;amp; I got to be there.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I see it (and for me it has been a number of times), I am always blown away by the miracle of birth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world Victoria...we are so glad you are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2194_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2194_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2248_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 557px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2248_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2259_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 572px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2259_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-455721107737259490?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/455721107737259490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=455721107737259490' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/455721107737259490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/455721107737259490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World....'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-35021934987046300</id><published>2009-05-17T21:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:42:01.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1952copy_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 485px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1952copy_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I figure I'd better start posting more about our everyday life...we do h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ave one.  The routines...mundane and repetative, but I do suppose fleeting.  Someday I won't actually have to bathe all of my children...someday I am sure they wou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ld &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be mortified to have me in the bathroom with them.  So for now, although bending over to wash them in the tub is getting a bit more challanging with my expanding waistline, and truthfully Zoe is pretty self sufficient...I will try to enjoy this fleeting moment of my every day life.  Actually having all 3 of them in the tub is a RARE occurance...one which happens when I'm just too worn out to do the usual and so I throw them all in, rinse, wash, repeat &amp;amp; drag them out again.  Bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aren't sudsy kids the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1957_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1957_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1966copy_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 416px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1966copy_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 800px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1954_edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4194246685653357279-35021934987046300?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/35021934987046300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=35021934987046300' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/35021934987046300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/35021934987046300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyday-life.html' title='Everyday life...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5986672961603646454</id><published>2009-05-02T15:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:53:38.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 B's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1048_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 567px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_1048_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geez...I guess it has been awhile.  QUITE awhile.  Just hanging in...trying to keep my lunch down, trying to stay awake...you know pregnancy.  You may wonder at the title of my post.  Well...they are growing.  The 3 B's that is.   Belly, boobs and ahem, butt (although we ARE NOT allowed to say that word in our house!!).  I swear it looks like I'm growing a baby in my behind.  What is the deal?  And these bosoms!   Come ON!   So at least the belly is starting to catch up &amp;amp; I'm beginning to look like a pregnant girl rather than a slightly chubba-lubba one.  Although I still feel like a chubba-lubba.   I definitely started gaining weight all the way around &amp;amp; showing SO QUICK with this one.  Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the BIG news is that Tuesday we discovered our little rugrat is a boy.  A BOY!!!  Praise be to the heavens.  I cannot believe it!  When I was pregnant with Z with were hoping for a boy cuz well, you know, I guess for some reason having a boy first was "the thing".  But along she came and it was great.  So then we thought how fun it would be for her to have a sister close in age...no dice...along came little L.   So third time around again we think, yup a brother for little L would be just divine...oh no...along comes little B.  So all is wonderful, lovely &amp;amp; we decided that come girl or boy this baby would round out our little family.  And I hope and pray and wish and dream for 2 and 2...a brother for little L and nice even lovely number.  And it happens!!  I practically cheered in the ultrasound room.  We are thrilled beyond measure not only for the fact that we are welcome a little boy, but more so for the fact that he looks healthy and well and is growing just perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, no names yet...we tend to wait until the last minute or even a week after birth to name our children.  We like to see them, make sure the name "fits"... it's our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND by the way, taking a self portrait of your pregnant belly...seriously NOT easy....or comfortable...or all that fun.  But I'll try to keep a record as this will be the last time I'll look this way... which fills me with a mixture of emotions.   Most of which resemble extreme joy.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-5986672961603646454?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5986672961603646454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5986672961603646454' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5986672961603646454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5986672961603646454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-bs.html' title='The 3 B&apos;s'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7456802171856811316</id><published>2009-02-22T15:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:10:45.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, so that is what has been going on...life.  Nothing super exciting...ok well maybe ONE super exciting thing, but anyways we'll get to that.  Just thought I'd give a run down on what's up with us...try not to hold your breath...SUPER excitement ahead.  (roll eyes icon needed here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Little B turned 2.  Seriously that was the FASTEST two years of my life...bar none.  We had a bouncing birthday bash with her best little buddy who also happens to have a name that begins with B.  We'll call him Mr. B.  Mr. B is the strong silent type which suits our little B just fine.  She can boss him around.   She likes that.  He is a patient soul.  Anyways this was the cutest shot of the two of them from their exciting day...all the others were very "deer in the headlights-esque".  She is VERY much my daughter, in many ways, going in for the first kiss is hereditary my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_9209_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 572px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_9209_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2.  One of Z's top teeth is loose.  Sadly.  I know she has already lost the bottom two, but for some reason the top ones make me feel so much more like she is growing up.  Soon she will have a mouth full of BIG teeth.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. Registered L for pre-K.  CANNOT believe the boy will be going to the BIG school in the fall.  Five days a week.  Gulp.  I'm praying for his teachers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. We had a horrible run in with strep/the flu which made it's way slowly &amp;amp; painfully through the entire family.  (except little B...lucky girl).  I felt very sure I was on my death bed..but still had to be Mom.  I think Moms should not be allowed to get sick.  Where is the super Mom pill that wards off all germs?  I'd buy it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5. Valentine's was nice, uneventful but good to get out.  We went shopping for a bookshelf...unsuccessfully.  We have been trying to pick one out FOREVER.  We are too picky or cheap or something...not sure what.  We thought we were being sneaky to go to dinner at 5, beat the crowds...ummm no.  2 hour waits pretty much everywhere.  We had Red Robin.  Sad, but decent &amp;amp; there was NO WAIT.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;6. My resolutions are going ummm...wellllll not super great...mostly because of #7...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;7. I am nauseous, all day every day and exausted.  And this will be THE LAST time I allow myself to feel this way again.  I'll let you figure that one out. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now...back to life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-7456802171856811316?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7456802171856811316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7456802171856811316' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7456802171856811316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7456802171856811316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1864881050082550703</id><published>2009-02-09T16:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:33:00.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lately I have been feeling the need to look outward, outside myself &amp;amp; my little world of ups &amp;amp; downs &amp;amp; selfish endeavors.  Today I received this invitation from my sweet friend Crystalyn.  I am soooo on board.  One act of kindness a day.  Not too much to ask &amp;amp; really not too much to accomplish, but oh what a difference it could make.  Join us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littleofthisthatandtheother.blogspot.com/2009/02/loverevolution09.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm38/leishakelsey/Buttons/loverevolution09.jpg" border="0" alt="love revolution 09" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff107/crystalynnilson/Quote1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 380px;" src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff107/crystalynnilson/Quote1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-1864881050082550703?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1864881050082550703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1864881050082550703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1864881050082550703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1864881050082550703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-revolution.html' title='Love Revolution'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm38/leishakelsey/Buttons/th_loverevolution09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-9039315247090383570</id><published>2009-01-19T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:00:00.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lego err....Megablock palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luke is just starting to really get into Legos...ok these aren't REAL legos...they are Megablocks &amp;amp; my friends apparently there is A BIG difference.  Legos are, ahemmm, the REAL deal.  So looks like we will be putting more money in the Lego bazillionaire's pocket soon.  But...as usual...I digress.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8489.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday I was volunteering in Zoe's kindy class &amp;amp; came home to Luke &amp;amp; Daddy building a grand palace out of the Megablocks...GRAND.  As in we must use every Megablock we own on this baby.  (Straight from Daddy's mouth)....boys will be boys.  It was a home for Luke's new spaceship and it was glorious...for a few days anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-9039315247090383570?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9039315247090383570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=9039315247090383570' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/9039315247090383570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/9039315247090383570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/lego-errmegablock-palace.html' title='The Lego err....Megablock palace'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-8161956877887906372</id><published>2009-01-18T16:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:43:19.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dad, what's a Superball??"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That is where WE are going!!!  Holy crap...dare I say...it's a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Go Cards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c400/bryan1_/1LUN3917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 375px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c400/bryan1_/1LUN3917.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-8161956877887906372?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8161956877887906372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=8161956877887906372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8161956877887906372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8161956877887906372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/dad-whats-superball.html' title='&quot;Dad, what&apos;s a Superball??&quot;'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7625426024043382040</id><published>2009-01-11T21:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:17:29.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I know....I KNOW...Christmas was ummmm wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at 3 weeks ago, but hey at least I'm gonna mention it.  It WAS a fantastic day.  COLD &amp;amp; rai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ny...well cold to us Phoenix folk anyway.  It was nice...no shorts &amp;amp; t-shirts f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or 2008 which ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kes me very happy.  I actually did not take a single picture on Christmas...not with my own camera anyway and only snapped just a few at my Mom's with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;camera when we got over there.  I have a hard time enjoying the excitement and taking pictures at the same time.  Must try to be better at that.  Anyways, it was good.  Yummy food, fantastic gifts, lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mily &amp;amp; laughter.  My kind of day.  Here are a few of the few images I got of our spectacular celebration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;first off...one of my FAVORITE gifts.  my mom made us gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;rls these CUTE CU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;TE CUTE aprons.  makes cleaning WAY more fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you guess which one i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s me???....hint..my pants are NEVER quite long e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..I'm a dork...and I have really long legs....and I sometimes forget to wear my wedding ring...and I love my new tennis shoes from my husband...ok I guess I gave it away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_7019_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 472px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_7019_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next up my little cutie...this is TOTALLY her.  Girlie all the way.  Adore the combination...HEY her pants are long enough!  What gives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_7008_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_7008_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my little superhero...off to save the universe or the planet or the neighborhood...whichever comes first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/lukechristmas_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 331px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/lukechristmas_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my VERY cooperative girls...always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; excited to be photographed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_6997_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_6997_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, maybe ONE of them is cooperative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gotta love messy faces.  Seriously I DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_6993_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_6993_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and finally Miss Zoe.  She had NO interest in picture taking, but was willing to share some of her favorite gifts.  You will notice the bell (anyone who has seen Polar Express can understand this one), the "diamond" (yes friends, she asked for DIAMONDS!!!??!  I was thinking honey...Mommy ain't even getting dimaonds, but heck why not.  Notice the cut, clarity...SIZE!!!  Thank you Michaels...ahem I mean Santa!  This was by far her favorite gift.)  And finally we have the Hannah Montana pin.  Sigh...ok yes, we are now officially in the Hannah Montana phase.  And sadly all of us in the house are singing along with the new CD.  Hey, it's catchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/zoechristmas_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 316px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/zoechristmas_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Merry Christmas my friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/4194246685653357279-7625426024043382040?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7625426024043382040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7625426024043382040' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7625426024043382040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7625426024043382040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6251000518086345435</id><published>2009-01-04T20:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:05:22.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picturing 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so I TOTALLY stole this posting idea from m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y bestest friend Rachel, but she loves me so I don't think she'll mind.  :)  My list of resolutions for the y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ear is, well, just a bit long.  I may need to do adjusting &amp;amp; get real on a few things, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I am excit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ed for a new year to start fresh.  My ultimate theme this year is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://library.creativecow.net/articles/wilson_tim/win-mac/balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://library.creativecow.net/articles/wilson_tim/win-mac/balance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BALANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself quite out of it a lot and it is simply NOT ok.  I need to refocus my priorities &amp;amp; set limits &amp;amp; go to bed at a decent hour for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The main areas of focus for me in 2009 are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And since it would be so boring to list out all my resoluti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ns &amp;amp; since I'm a picture kind of gal...here are a few of my resolutions...in pictures.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://seagullbook.com/store/graphics/items/390866x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 265px;" src="http://seagullbook.com/store/graphics/items/390866x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.quickblogcast.com/90755-79228/Mesa_Temple_Sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 743px; height: 597px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/90755-79228/Mesa_Temple_Sepia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:MugMreJ95a44lM:http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g16/ep12005/joy_division_by_whorenun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 123px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:MugMreJ95a44lM:http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g16/ep12005/joy_division_by_whorenun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.best-norman-rockwell-art.com/images/1921-01-29-The-Literary-Digest-Norman-Rockwell-cover-Mother-Tucking-Children-400-Digimarc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 599px;" src="http://www.best-norman-rockwell-art.com/images/1921-01-29-The-Literary-Digest-Norman-Rockwell-cover-Mother-Tucking-Children-400-Digimarc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/adc/10204355A%7EExercise-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/adc/10204355A%7EExercise-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wethechange.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/fruits-and-veggies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://www.wethechange.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/fruits-and-veggies2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artsjournal.com/bookdaddy/Home_Photo_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.artsjournal.com/bookdaddy/Home_Photo_books.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/baCWc1m*nuLOmBv3n3VDW80dx4GdFnHvhVNSmH1Ed13xs-Qm99M7dibM-JJdZA9hSH0S2jsSvVFdORPLPR60k7wE7jMa7EZq/bloggin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/baCWc1m*nuLOmBv3n3VDW80dx4GdFnHvhVNSmH1Ed13xs-Qm99M7dibM-JJdZA9hSH0S2jsSvVFdORPLPR60k7wE7jMa7EZq/bloggin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:vr77bACS4rqm-M:http://www.airtrails.net/MPj04005520000%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:vr77bACS4rqm-M:http://www.airtrails.net/MPj04005520000%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chadcheverier.com/blog/uploaded_images/Canon5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 591px;" src="http://www.chadcheverier.com/blog/uploaded_images/Canon5D.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn280/BethanyEnews/YA_DateNight_WebGRAPHIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 512px;" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn280/BethanyEnews/YA_DateNight_WebGRAPHIC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.momadvice.com/blog/uploaded_images/cleaning-756719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.momadvice.com/blog/uploaded_images/cleaning-756719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.dwell.com/images/400*480/BLOG_organize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 480px;" src="http://media.dwell.com/images/400*480/BLOG_organize.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can do it!  I think I can..I think I can...I think I can....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-6251000518086345435?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6251000518086345435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6251000518086345435' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6251000518086345435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6251000518086345435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/picturing-2009.html' title='Picturing 2009'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6568440226776194740</id><published>2009-01-03T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:00:00.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lukism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_6847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 380px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_6847.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Out to dinner at Rosa's....Luke is hacking away at his bean burrito with his knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: "Do you want me to help you cut your bean burro?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Luke: "No Mom, I'm a man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: "Nuff said." (snicker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-6568440226776194740?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6568440226776194740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6568440226776194740' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6568440226776194740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6568440226776194740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/lukism.html' title='Lukism'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-3096888241117734129</id><published>2009-01-02T22:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:00:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is Grandma Roberts' birthday.  We wanted to do something that would help us remember her.  So we packed up the kiddies, brought our cleaning supplies &amp;amp; headed down to the cemetery to spruce up Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's headstone &amp;amp; add a fresh bouquet of silk flowers.  We brought along a picture of Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa &amp;amp; the whole drive over little B sang, Grandma Rooooooberrts...Grandmaaaa Roooooobeerrrts while clutching that picture.  Sigh...so unfair that she doesn't have her fabulous Grandparents in this life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everybody was in on the action...and we kept them pretty well contained....generally speaking.  We even got a chance to go &amp;amp; visit my Grandma Larsen's gravesite as well. So many people we love &amp;amp; miss so much!! Makes you value each moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahem, Zoe dressed herself &amp;amp; did her own hair for this event.  Gotta love 6 year old fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 456px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8463.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 456px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8465.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 374px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After completing our clean-up we gathered around &amp;amp; sang "Happy Birthday" to Grandma.  We miss you so much Grandma R....happy, happy birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND for a little comic relief...if you look VERY closely you will see a boy who simply COULD NOT hold it any longer.  He will kill me for this someday....most assuredly.  But when Rob &amp;amp; I looked over, I just couldn't resist.  ;)  Boys have it SO easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_8471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.S.  Happy Birthday also to Aunt Jessica!  We love you too!  Smooch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-3096888241117734129?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3096888241117734129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=3096888241117734129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3096888241117734129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3096888241117734129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5443920271322164435</id><published>2009-01-01T23:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:27:16.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting our best foot foward...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/DSC_5969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 310px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/DSC_5969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The new year...fresh &amp;amp; full of possibilities....hmmmm...this is beginning to sound familiar.  Did I say something like this January 1st of 2008??  Oh it is possible, probable in fact, but none the less quite true.  We begin again.  I have been sitting here pondering my New Year's Resolutions for 2009...resolutions broken down into these parts: spirit, family, body, home, mind &amp;amp; business.  Frankly for me this year it is all going to be about balance, keeping my priorities in check &amp;amp; finding joy in each moment.  And so I embark on 2009 filled with hope, purpose &amp;amp; resolve.  Let's make it a memorable year my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-5443920271322164435?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5443920271322164435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5443920271322164435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5443920271322164435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5443920271322164435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/putting-our-best-foot-foward.html' title='Putting our best foot foward...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6893195665093078057</id><published>2008-12-30T22:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:34:53.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so yeah I'm thinking about it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_7118_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_7118_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bloggin' over here that is.&lt;br /&gt;Another New Year's Resolution per chance?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, well maybe, perhaps, we'll see... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(but I WILL NOT set myself up for failure &amp;amp; try to blog every day...I'm not THAT crazy...most days.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-6893195665093078057?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6893195665093078057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6893195665093078057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6893195665093078057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6893195665093078057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-so-yeah-im-thinking-about-it.html' title='Ok, so yeah I&apos;m thinking about it....'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6679492328002253341</id><published>2008-11-20T09:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:50:43.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/day10_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 559px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/day10_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I've been tagged &amp;amp; challenged by my bestest friend&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rachelclarephoto.com/blog"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; my &lt;a href="http://www.marilynmomof7.blogspot.com/"&gt;mama&lt;/a&gt;...so I will post a pic of myself for Rach &amp;amp; complete the tag for mom...here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;8 favorite TV shows...uhhh well I actually watch almost NO TV...before you think I'm all anti-TV or whatever, know that the bulk of that time is spent with my iMac.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I do occasionally watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy..ok I ALWAYS watch this one.&lt;br /&gt;...uhh...honestly can't think of anything else I want regularly....&lt;br /&gt;(we don't have TiVo...I know we are totally behind the times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;8 things I did yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Got dressed in my sweats w/o a shower.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched my girlfriends boys.&lt;br /&gt;3. Emailed a bunch of clients.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finished editing my SIL's family photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;5. Took my kids to Sonic for slushies &amp;amp; then to the park.&lt;br /&gt;6. Made my bed...a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Took pics of my own kids at the park...another miracle.&lt;br /&gt;8. Chatted w/ mom my while she was over picking out pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;8 things I look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Taking pictures of any sort...but especially of my own kids this weekend for our x-mas cards.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanksgiving...a time to remember my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;3. Black Friday shopping with my sisters...SERIOUSLY one of my favorite days of the year.&lt;br /&gt;4. My kids faces on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;5. A beautifully decorated, scrubbed, immaculate house...(hey I can dream).&lt;br /&gt;6. Actually filling the frames I have on my living room wall with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;7. Brynn to stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;8. LEARNFEST. (a photography workshop I'm going to next year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;8 favorite restaurants (yeah, like I ever go anywhere besides McDonalds....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Carrabas&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheesecake Factory&lt;br /&gt;3. P.F. Changs&lt;br /&gt;4. Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;5. In &amp;amp; Out Burger...maybe not an official restaurant, but YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;6. Rosas&lt;br /&gt;7. Crackers&lt;br /&gt;8. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;8 things on my wishlist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. All my business debt paid off.&lt;br /&gt;2. 85mm 1.4L, 24-70mm 2.8L, 50mm 1.2, 100mm macro (photography lenses)&lt;br /&gt;3. A clean house.&lt;br /&gt;4. A personal chef.&lt;br /&gt;5. More time.&lt;br /&gt;6. An organized garage, bedroom, closets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. A long weekend with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wild success in my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...whoever is up for this madness!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-6679492328002253341?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6679492328002253341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6679492328002253341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6679492328002253341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6679492328002253341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/relfections.html' title='Relfections'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7917517209145691193</id><published>2008-11-08T18:21:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:29:05.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3664_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_3664_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L: "Mom, when will I go to heaven?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "After you die, probably in a long, long time.  Grandma Roberts is in heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: (pondering)  "Is Jesus gonna come down here again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Yes he is, we just don't know when that will be.  That is why we have to try our best to do what is right so we can be with him when he comes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: "When he comes, I'm gonna give him a big hug."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Me too, buddy, me too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(random conversation with L just the other day...unprovoked...just driving in the car...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-7917517209145691193?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7917517209145691193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7917517209145691193' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7917517209145691193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7917517209145691193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='From the Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-4331710423483146480</id><published>2008-10-26T22:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:25:24.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye to the Blankie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5451_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5451_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It all started when little Z was about 2...somehow she became tremendously attached to a beautiful soft, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blanket that her Great Grandma N made her (thanks Grandma!!).  That blanket has pretty much never left her side since...well ok SHE DOES go to school, dance, friend's, etc without it...but at home and ESPECIALLY at night, it has been a constant companion.  Once a few years ago we left it in a hotel by accident and had to have it shipped home asap.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the time has come to retire this faithful friend.  It has been sewn and resewn and is basically in shreds....Z has taken to climbing inside it lately &amp;amp; cuddling up with the lining &amp;amp; batting.  Bless Grandma L who made Z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a new blankie for her birthday this year.  She is already cuddling up with her new friend &amp;amp; had no trouble tossing the old one.  I did, however, HAVE to document this event...this blanket did get us all few its share of illnesses, long nights &amp;amp; sad days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5455_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 600px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5455_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.S.  I HAD to convert these pictures to black &amp;amp; white as the color of this blanket is....ummm....well lets just say it is no longer pink.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-4331710423483146480?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4331710423483146480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=4331710423483146480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4331710423483146480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4331710423483146480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/saying-goodbye-to-blankie.html' title='Saying Goodbye to the Blankie'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7915268831030242398</id><published>2008-10-26T00:07:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:20:07.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did this Happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My little girl turned six on Friday....&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;SIX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How on earth did that happen?  The years are flying &amp;amp; she is getting so grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love watching her little personality grow &amp;amp; develop.  Does a m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;other's heart bleed with joy as well as sorrow?  It seems to for me.  Oh how I love my girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here she is with her favorite birthday gift...maybe she does want to be like me...maybe just a little...sometimes.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/Zoecollage_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 433px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/Zoecollage_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S.  I&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; think 3 1/2 months of silence has been a little long, don't you??...I am going to EARNESTLY TRY to be more faithful with posting here....(really Mom I am!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-7915268831030242398?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7915268831030242398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7915268831030242398' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7915268831030242398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7915268831030242398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-did-this-happen.html' title='How Did this Happen?'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-597633832509172121</id><published>2008-07-01T05:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:30:46.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1...Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am up at the insane hour of 5:45 am, and have been up for a whole hour. Can't sleep, must be all that Coke I've been drinking lately...BAD Jen....or possibly little L kicking me in the face as I tried to sleep. Will that boy EVER sleep the night through in his own bed...sigh. Anyways, I figured I might as well post on my sorely neglected little blog.&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="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thought #1: We are off to San Diego today. Most beautimous of places. I am thrilled to be leaving the horrendous, scorching heat behind, but must say that I do not relish the though of traveling 6-7 hours with my 16 month old...love her soul. True to her age, she is a busy bee &amp;amp; will probably have a difficult time sitting still for so long. I am having painful flashbacks of last years drive when our little peanut screamed almost the entire way home...but it'll be better this time...right? But she's cute anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5666web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*Thought #2: Z lost her first tooth on Saturday. It has been loose for a few weeks since she took a voracious bite of a big green apple (her favorite) and made it "wiggly". She walked in from the front yard &amp;amp; said, "Look Mom." In her palm lay the TEENIEST, TINIEST little tooth EVER! Are they SERIOUSLY THAT SMALL??? I hugged her &amp;amp; we got all excited, but I felt that little jolt in my heart as she skipped away. My little girl is growing up. Another milestone. Bittersweetness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(yes I DID take a picture of her with her cute little gap...but my Mom has it...MOM! I need it! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5791web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought #3: I am ashamed at the state of my office. It is a pit of despair. Seriously. Piles &amp;amp; piles EVERYWHERE. I think my goal for the month (for the few weeks we are in town) needs to be to clean out this space so that my mind can breathe a little bit better. Maybe when I get home I'll post a before &amp;amp; after pic...no promises, but surely that would motivate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought #4: Who knew that starting a small business would consume absolutely every particle of brain cell in one's head. Just an FYI for those of you who were unaware. Joyful obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenappleimages.com/blog"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/Untitled-2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought #5: I have a new favorite store...Hobby Lobby. Yep, we Arizona folk have finally been blessed with this rockin mecca of crafty, home decory goodness. My mom, sisters (and little B) spent a lovely hour there on Saturday. Ooooh what delights. It is like Michael's and Joann's all rolled into one. I'm addicted. Of course all I could think about was stuff for the business, but that is pretty general these days. Who knows maybe I'll actually buy something for THE HOUSE next time I go. Now that would be a novel idea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought #6: Speaking of novels, I'm reading a GOOD one. Katherine by Anya Seton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://books.google.com/books?id=eQMDAAAACAAJ&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;img=1&amp;amp;zoom=1" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Originally published in 1954, it is a LONG, epic, historical story that I'm absolutely loving. I couldn't even find it in the library, but ended up borrowing it from a friend. It is GOOOOOOOOOOOOD. Best book I've read in a LONG time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought #7: And still speaking of reading, me &amp;amp; miss Z are enjoying this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://books.google.com/books?id=vQSbHAAACAAJ&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;img=1&amp;amp;zoom=1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Totally takes me back to when I was growing up. I am LOVING that Z is into the chapter book thing now. We have read so many fun ones together lately, the Junie B books, Wizard of Oz, Charlotte's Web, Trumpet of the Swan and Stuart Little to name a few. Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I am hearing the sounds of awakening...goodness it is going to be a long day. Make it a happy one. Ciao!&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/4194246685653357279-597633832509172121?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/597633832509172121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=597633832509172121' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/597633832509172121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/597633832509172121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-1random-thoughts.html' title='July 1...Random thoughts'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5539107427122432977</id><published>2008-06-22T18:06:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:27:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alrighty, been tagged by my very awesome cousin Kristie. So I'm doing it...although my answers are probably gonna be WAY boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Four places I have lived: Mesa AZ, Tempe AZ, Fresno (I think...right Mom??) CA and uhhhhhh oh yeah....Safford AZ. See, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Four shows I watch (gosh TV...what is that?? I'm always on the computer): Grey's Anatomy, Supernanny...sometimes (makes me feel good about my own insanity). Honestly I can't even think of anything else...I really never watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Four jobs I have had in my life: Waitress at Denny's, Bank teller, L&amp;amp;D RN, and NOW photographer! :D Hardest job?? Mom of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Four places I have been: Mexico, Maryland, California, Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Four Blogs I read regularly: Goodness there are a lot...&lt;a href="http://www.marilynmomof7.blogspot.com/"&gt;my Mom's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tarawhitney.com/justbeblogged/"&gt;Tara Whitney&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rachelclarephoto.com/blog"&gt;my friend Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thehouseofbees.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister Jessica&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Four of my favorite foods: Shrimp, lobster, jamocha almond fudge ice cream, sourdough bread w/ clam chowder FRESH from San Francisco....YUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Four places I'd rather be right now: Photography workshop, shopping all by myself w/ LOTS of money, on the beach w/ a good book &amp;amp; no interruptions, on a date with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Four things I look forward to in the next year: My new business flourishing, B heading off to nursery, Z in full day school, getting new floors...please oh PLEASE let this happen in the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Four things I like to do in my spare time: Read, take pictures, spend time with friends (including my dh), play in Photoshop/work on my business stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Four favorite things to do with kids/family: Make goodies, talk, be "out" together (hiking, swimming, movies, etc), one-on-one time doing whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG: Jess, Mom, Rachel&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/4194246685653357279-5539107427122432977?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5539107427122432977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5539107427122432977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5539107427122432977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5539107427122432977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it....'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-4629105015285605657</id><published>2008-06-17T14:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:41:58.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello out there! I know you have probably all been thinking I forgot about this little blog, but I haven't...I've just been spending EVERY spare minute on something very important to me! Click the image below to see what has been keeping me up nights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenappleimages.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212966092949273906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/SFgtCsRlvTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fLwGz7xjJ3w/s400/businesscard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna try to keep up with both blogs, but this summer is pretty much dedicated to getting my little business up &amp;amp; running so you may find me posting over at the other blog more often...and now...back to work! ;)&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/4194246685653357279-4629105015285605657?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4629105015285605657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=4629105015285605657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4629105015285605657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4629105015285605657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/SFgtCsRlvTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fLwGz7xjJ3w/s72-c/businesscard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5794966917743692573</id><published>2008-05-09T23:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:00:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5856web-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5856web-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;How on earth is it possible that the sister who was ELEVEN when I got married just graduated from college today? Unfathomable! I CANNOT seriously be THAT OLD?!?!?! But anyways, I'm sooooo proud of you Jess. This is an accomplishment you will ALWAYS feel good about (speaking from experience). Relish this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5871web-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;GO DEVILS!!!&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/4194246685653357279-5794966917743692573?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5794966917743692573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5794966917743692573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5794966917743692573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5794966917743692573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-did-it.html' title='She Did It!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-8648932434691471567</id><published>2008-05-06T15:57:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:03:16.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ames!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/6709web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/6709web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You make the world a much more beautiful &amp;amp; interesting place. Happy birthday little sis! Love you!&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/4194246685653357279-8648932434691471567?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8648932434691471567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=8648932434691471567' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8648932434691471567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8648932434691471567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-ames.html' title='Happy Birthday Ames!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1138115125122001315</id><published>2008-04-29T15:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:01:55.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My AMAZING Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I just tell you that I just had one of the most fun, fulfilling &amp;amp; exciting weekends EVER?!?! I had an absolutely UNBELIEVABLE time at my photography workshop. I made FABULOUS friends who I feel like I've known forever, learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much &amp;amp; came away with a new lease on life. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; feel empowered &amp;amp; set free in my photography. I've made friends who I will have forever &amp;amp; I stayed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WAYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt; to late chatting about shooting (pictures that is), kids &amp;amp; everything in between.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/_DSC1849_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are a few of us at the end of our whirlwind weekend....the SPECTACULAR Cheryl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muhr&lt;/span&gt;, the oh so hip, fun &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cute Lindsay S. (direct from the UK), one of my new VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friends who is like me is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; many ways &amp;amp; who I wish was my next door neighbor....the gorgeous Rachel T. &amp;amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay tuned for some of the images from my fun filled weekend....&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/4194246685653357279-1138115125122001315?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1138115125122001315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1138115125122001315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1138115125122001315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1138115125122001315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-amazing-weekend.html' title='My AMAZING Weekend'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1965687610014391517</id><published>2008-04-25T15:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:50:56.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Just had to quickly report that I'm off to a FABULOUS photography workshop this weekend.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited.  Haven't been this excited about something in a LONG LONG LONG time.  Yippee!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Have an awesome weekend...I know I will!!!  :)&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/4194246685653357279-1965687610014391517?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1965687610014391517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1965687610014391517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1965687610014391517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1965687610014391517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-other-news.html' title='In other news....'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2284203600905750180</id><published>2008-04-25T15:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:46:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walker:Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5212_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5212_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know I JUST posted about little B walking, but I just can't help posting another few pics. Kids are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute when they first start to walk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; little arms up in the air for balance &amp;amp; those slow, awkward steps. She has been DYING to get out in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-sac with her big brother &amp;amp; sister, so I trailed after her with my camera &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as she waddled around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesn't she look like she is ice skating here? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5209_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; And of course, who can resist a closeup....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOVIN&lt;/span&gt;' those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pouty&lt;/span&gt; lips...smooch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5223_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-2284203600905750180?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2284203600905750180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2284203600905750180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2284203600905750180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2284203600905750180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/walkerpart-ii.html' title='The Walker:Part II'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6433707023834310186</id><published>2008-04-20T20:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:14:32.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks who's walkin'....FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5185_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little B has technically been able to to walk for quite some time now. She stands and has been taking steps for months, but it wasn't until last Sunday that she FINALLY decided to really give it a go. My bet is that the LONG pink dress I put her in finally pushed her over the edge...it was just too difficult to crawl in. This has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; different from my other two. Once they figured out how to walk, they pretty much never looked back (especially Miss Z who walked at 10 months!) So B, welcome to the world of walkers...it will be nice to see some clean knees again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friends, forgive the SUPER high grain...this room had SERIOUSLY low light!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5182_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you just LOVE how they hold up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; little arms for balance???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5183_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;AND since chubby thighs are only acceptable in babyhood &amp;amp; because those toes are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irresistibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; delicious...here is my favorite shot of the day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5193_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-6433707023834310186?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6433707023834310186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6433707023834310186' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6433707023834310186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6433707023834310186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/looks-whos-walkinfinally.html' title='Looks who&apos;s walkin&apos;....FINALLY!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2306142027001385330</id><published>2008-04-16T22:20:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:42:51.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba D &amp; the Divine Miss J</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sound like two absolute opposites don't they. These two lovely people, however, are firmly ingrained in the fabric of my life. And it just so happens that today is their birthday. 18 years ago the Divine Miss J &amp;amp; I (yeah we've been friends that long &amp;amp; then some) were sooo excited to find out that little Bubba D would be arriving on Miss J's birthday! What a gift! I always considered Bubba D "my baby"....I was 13 after all, perfect age to love on a baby &amp;amp; he was such a good one! I remember packing him around all over the place. How can that possibly have been 18 years ago? (sigh)...I am getting old...here is is a big senior &amp;amp; all growed up. Love ya Bubba &amp;amp; Happy Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4851_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4974_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4867_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; And of course he can NEVER stay serious for more than 2 seconds.....please stop the pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4856_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Miss J I LOVE you too, but I know you'd NEVER forgive me if I posted the pics I have of you! I resisted scanning some really cute ones from 6th grade. HELLO BANGS! ;) I REALLY need a current one of you in all your gorgeousness. Happy Day my friend!)&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/4194246685653357279-2306142027001385330?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2306142027001385330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2306142027001385330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2306142027001385330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2306142027001385330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/bubba-d-divine-miss-j.html' title='Bubba D &amp; the Divine Miss J'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-4079159638983802234</id><published>2008-04-12T00:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:30:25.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is anyone else feeling like their life is on a runaway train, speeding and careening rapidly out of control? That has been me lately. Too much to do, not enough time to get it done...this week as I hurried to get the kids lunch &amp;amp; was busily running about the house completing this task or that, I happened to glance over at little B who fell asleep right here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_5026_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is something each of my kids has done about ONE time in their little lives...they like to sleep in their BEDS &amp;amp; pretty much no where else. So I was surprised to see her like this. Poor sweet baby. So scooped her up, cuddled her, buried my nose in her chubby little neck, smelled that delicious baby smell &amp;amp; then tucked her into bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it is time to get off the train, or at least slow it down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-4079159638983802234?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4079159638983802234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=4079159638983802234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4079159638983802234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4079159638983802234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5737513281332783338</id><published>2008-04-01T21:50:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:08:22.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Z was WAY into foolin' this year. In fact this is the first time she has actually really "got it". She came home from school yesterday saying, "Guess what??? Tomorrow's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;April Fool's Day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We get to trick each other!"&lt;/span&gt; Then she proceeds to gear up with all her silly jokes. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here is a small sample&lt;/span&gt; of what we heard today...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(as we are driving) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mom, there is a lizard crossing the road!!!! ..........&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Fools!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey Mom, there is a tree growing in our house.......&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Fools!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mom, look out the window, it's snowing! .............&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Fools!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Watch out Mom, there's a spider on your head! ..............&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Fools!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Moooom, don't look now, there is a monster behind you! ...........&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Fools!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_2213_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(in case you were wondering, it was crazy hair day.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Silly girl. :)&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/4194246685653357279-5737513281332783338?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5737513281332783338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5737513281332783338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5737513281332783338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5737513281332783338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5480041742754274870</id><published>2008-03-31T13:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:02:25.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I must say it has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;morning for me. Why, you might ask...after all it is Monday...weekend is over...back to the grind. Actually&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I really like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mondays.&lt;/span&gt; Monday is usually my cleaning day &amp;amp; I love a clean house. Monday means we get back to our schedule &amp;amp; I love being on schedule. Monday means family night, which our kids LOVE &amp;amp; which always brings me back to what is most important. HOWEVER today is an unusual Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4770_600x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got to hang out&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one of my VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt; in the world...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the divine Miss J&lt;/span&gt;...who has been my friend for over 20...yes 20....years. We got PEDICURES!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love pedicures&lt;/span&gt;, but never get them because I can't justify the expense. However, today I had a gift card from my birthday (thanks R&amp;amp;C!!) and so I indulged. I even got a flower put on....oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frivolous&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am eating chocolate covered strawberries&lt;/span&gt; at this moment, which I received yesterday from a church friend...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I steam cleaned the carpets&lt;/span&gt; over the weekend and so, even though I haven't done my usual Monday cleaning, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my house still looks good&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My babies are napping peacefully&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; the house is absolutely still&lt;/span&gt;...minus the sound of my fingers tapping away on the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;weather is still absolutely HEAVENLY&lt;/span&gt;, breezy &amp;amp; 75 degrees.....blissful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've even had a chance to&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; read a chapter from my latest book club book, the ORIGINAL Phantom of the Opera &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;while &lt;/span&gt;snuggling with little L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as he fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just now &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my sweet friend Jenny O.&lt;/span&gt; dropped off &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the most darling little dress for Baby B &lt;/span&gt;that her little girl has grown out of. I'm so excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; Jenny has GREAT taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And all is right with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4194246685653357279-5480041742754274870?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5480041742754274870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5480041742754274870' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5480041742754274870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5480041742754274870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5953444526656322316</id><published>2008-03-26T14:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:58:09.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4429_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4429_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her smile, so big it seems to be just bursting out of her with unbridled joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know that feeling when your heart is so full, it feels like it is about to burst?  That is how I feel when I see this face...bursting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have always loved this quote &amp;amp; I think it is appropriate for me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart walking around outside your body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Elizabeth Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So true.  Love you B.&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/4194246685653357279-5953444526656322316?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5953444526656322316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5953444526656322316' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5953444526656322316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5953444526656322316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/bursting.html' title='Bursting'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6799180236883953303</id><published>2008-03-25T14:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:41:58.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R-lsOVugVgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RiDc5JviQJA/s1600-h/dad%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181791839872636418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R-lsOVugVgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RiDc5JviQJA/s400/dad%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;31 years ago today I was a birthday present for a very special person, my Dad. I was the first, you see, and born only 5 days before his birthday, talk about an awesome present! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Through the years my Dad has taught me much about life...especially hard work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt;, a positive attitude, faith, family and forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not to mention the joy of shoe shopping. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you Dad, thank you for the example you are to me. &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="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&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="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4785_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. As I prepared to write this post, I discovered that the only pictures I have of you are carving the turkey at Thanksgiving...which, as you can see, leave a little to be desired. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heeheehee&lt;/span&gt;. Watch out, my camera &amp;amp; I will be on the prowl!!&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/4194246685653357279-6799180236883953303?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6799180236883953303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6799180236883953303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6799180236883953303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6799180236883953303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R-lsOVugVgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RiDc5JviQJA/s72-c/dad%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6649426159018383348</id><published>2008-03-24T12:41:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:53:55.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter EGG-stravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4509_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4509_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love Easter.&lt;/span&gt; I love its meaning, I love that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;spring is in the air&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;flowers are blooming&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the world is reborn. New dresses, egg hunts &amp;amp; lots of family time, what more can you ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing I really enjoy each Easter is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;coloring eggs&lt;/span&gt; with the kids. I love the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;great colors&lt;/span&gt;, I love watching my kids faces light up as they watch an ordinary white egg turn to&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;and every color in between. Plus it is a great opportunity for picture time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we hung out at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://marilynmomof7.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;grandma's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; with the cousins &amp;amp; had a great time &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;coloring eggs&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; ourselves in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Group shot of my kiddos...don't you love how they all look my way???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4453_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweet cousin E's first Easter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4486_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4486_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My bunny, little B...ain't she cute?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4473_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Little cousin A always runs away when I point the camera his way, caught this one though. He &amp;amp; B look so much alike, they could be siblings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4460_250x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now we get down to business...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4493_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4497_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this face!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4504_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now, why does it seem like I always get a shot like this??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, wonder if my kids ever get sick of being photographed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4515_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Little A managed to color his toes too, and his face and his shirt, etc, etc, etc....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, good times had by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4521_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4504_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Easter!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/4194246685653357279-6649426159018383348?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6649426159018383348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6649426159018383348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6649426159018383348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6649426159018383348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-egg-stravaganza.html' title='Easter EGG-stravaganza'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6935075273391174174</id><published>2008-03-20T16:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:10:38.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4602_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4602_400x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soooo, yeah, it's my birthday...gosh they aren't quite the same as they used to be when I COULDN'T WAIT to get another year older. These days I'm happy if the kids are good &amp;amp; I don't have to cook...both of which are working out pretty well so far, minus B not feeling too well...but that is the life of a mom, right? Anyways, I thought I'd share a few tasty tidbits about myself, just in case you wanted to know. (I know you are on the edge of your seat, aren't you?) So without further adieu...31exciting insights into yours truly. (Betcha can't guess how old I am can you)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. My favorite color is green...pretty much all shades.&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="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I LOVE LOVE LOVE photography...but you already knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I clip coupons &amp;amp; subscribe to &lt;a href="http://couponsense.com/"&gt;CouponSense.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. I watch VERY little TV, but my one guilty pleasure is Grey's Anatomy, however, since the writer's strike I've been enjoying American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. My favorite thing about people is their EYES. The windows to the soul. It is my favorite thing to capture in photographs (second oddly enough is feet--especially baby feet). They tell so much about a person (their eyes that is, lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. I very much ENJOY silence...I hear it soooooo rarely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7. I will buy anything generic EXCEPT Tide, Downy &amp;amp; Bounce...there is NO substitute for CLEAN, FRESH smelling laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. I wish I had a better sense of style....sometimes I just feel dorky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. I have a bad habit of beginning projects &amp;amp; never finishing them...thus my new years resolution of "being a finisher"...its going....uhhhh....ok. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. I LOVE bubble baths, especially when its cold outside, with a treat &amp;amp; a good book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;11. One of my favorite nights of the month is Book Club. I LOVE to read &amp;amp; I LOVE my book club girlfriends!! They are sooo fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;12. My worst habit: Biting my nails, especially when I'm anxious. I hate that I do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;13. I am VERY nonconfrontational. I hate to fight or hurt people's feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;14. I think scrapbooking is fun...I especially love the paper, but I can never find time to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;15. I waste most of the little free time I have on the computer, especially on photography boards and blogs or playing around in PhotoShop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;16. If I could afford to decorate my whole from Pottery Barn....I SOOOOOOOOO would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;17. There are few things more satisfying to me that a clean house, especially the refrigerator, kitchen sink &amp;amp; toilets...who knows why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;18. I LOVE date nights with my husband. I talk his ear off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;19. Someday I want to travel the world (&amp;amp; take lots of pictures of it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;20. I have a HUGE sweet tooth. Dangerously huge, especially for chocolate, so I was seriously excited when my kiddos brought these (hand picked I might add) into me this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4635_600x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;21. I love surprises, giving &amp;amp; receiving....lucky me my sweet hubby surprised me with a night out tonight!  Thanks honey!  I even got to have my favorite food which is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;22. LOBSTER.  I LOVE lobster.  I also love scallops &amp;amp; crab.  Seafood ROCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;23. I love just talking with my kids.  They say the most hilarious, thought provoking &amp;amp; surprising things everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;24. I am a registered nurse, specializing in Labor &amp;amp; Delivery, although I haven't worked in 2 years.  Someday I will go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;25.  I LOVED school, especially college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;26. I am obsessive about gift wrapping.  I love cute wrap, matching ribbon &amp;amp; making matching handmade cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;27. Although I only have it a few times a year, I LOVE Cherry Coke...mmmm had one today (for my birthday of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;28. I love color.  I have NO white walls in my house.  Ok, actually, the closets are still white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;29. I enjoy burning yummy smelling candles, especially Gold Canyon ones.  My favorite scents are spicy ones like Cinnamon Vanilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;30. I am astounded by beauty in the world every day, from the mountains to the clouds in the sky, to the color of the flowers, to my baby's smile, I notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;31.  I'm ok with being in my thirties. :)&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/4194246685653357279-6935075273391174174?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6935075273391174174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6935075273391174174' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6935075273391174174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6935075273391174174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/31-things-about-me.html' title='31 Things About Me'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-8560119151868003681</id><published>2008-03-19T14:37:00.022-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:26:58.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring Arizona--Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'&lt;/span&gt;ve been away far too long! I'm finally getting around to posting about our most recent &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Arizona Adventure&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Usery&lt;/span&gt; Park.&lt;/span&gt; Spring has sprung in the desert &amp;amp; with the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GORGEOUS &lt;/em&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; we've been having lately, we decided to enjoy the desert in bloom while we had the chance. We hiked the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Merkle&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Vista Trails&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Usery&lt;/span&gt; Park with no mishaps and a good time had by all...even little B who fell asleep in the carrier...arms flailing &amp;amp; head bobbing. AND I took a zillion pictures as usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lovely Trail...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4373_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4350_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4379_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids...blazin' the trail....they were HARD to keep up with!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4388_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our method of water storage/transportation...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4380_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The flowers were absolutely GLORIOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4332web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4334_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/purpleflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; B...before she conked out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4362_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;L &amp;amp; I loved this COOL &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"green"&lt;/span&gt; rock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4360_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Another awesome discovery...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4330_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My pretty Z, giving 2 seconds to the camera before she's off &amp;amp; running again...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4382web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We made it to the top! I was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt; of balancing my fourth child (my camera) on the edge of a mountain cliff...so no family shot this time. Now get out there &amp;amp; enjoy the sunshine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Arizonans&lt;/span&gt;...before it gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; HOT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4397_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-8560119151868003681?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8560119151868003681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=8560119151868003681' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8560119151868003681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8560119151868003681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/exploring-arizona-part-iii.html' title='Exploring Arizona--Part III'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2818053336165998236</id><published>2008-03-05T21:36:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:46:53.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, You &amp; a Whole Lotta Poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh253/jenrobertsphotos/IMG_4296_photobucket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h, the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;joys of motherhood.&lt;/span&gt; At times I find it absolutely unbelievable that I have been &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;changing diapers for nearly 6 years straight&lt;/span&gt;. Since we are on "the 2 year plan" we have always had a new baby before the older child gets fully potty trained. (happily at the present time I am only changing ONE behind). &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Most days I don't even notice it&lt;/span&gt;, most days it is&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; just part of the routine&lt;/span&gt;...so much a habit that it becomes almost like breathing...ok maybe not THAT routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; today has been one of those messy, crazy diapers days that remind me of how many 100s of diapers I have changed over the years&lt;/span&gt;. Poor little B has had a bit of the stomach flu since yesterday. Luckily she seems to be on the mend today...but not without a few, ahem, minor mishaps. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We went through the first outfit by about 9 am&lt;/span&gt;...bye bye cute pink pants, hello jeans &amp;amp; off to L's allergist appointment. Since she IS getting better, we had &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no more problems until I went to grab her from her crib after nap time&lt;/span&gt;. We needed to be at the bus stop pretty much at that moment to pick up Z, but HELLO, we weren't going anywhere. Thankfully Aunt H who lives only minutes away was able to pick up Z before the bus driver got too nervous....(they don't let the little Pre-K kids off the bus until a family member is there to pick them up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So being the good little mommy I am, I&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; allowed little B to roam around in her birthday suit&lt;/span&gt; for awhile. (There is nothing better than air for those poor little red bottoms don't ya know). &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yipes, that lasted all of 15 minutes...and then she was into the tub &amp;amp; I was pulling out the steam cleaner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh, B I'm sooooo glad you are feeling better. For both our sakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-2818053336165998236?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2818053336165998236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2818053336165998236' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2818053336165998236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2818053336165998236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-you-whole-lotta-poo.html' title='Me, You &amp; a Whole Lotta Poo'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-3959299843167669149</id><published>2008-03-03T22:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:41:58.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It--Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Betcha thought I forgot all about this, right? Nope, I actually don't forget very many things (my husband will likely disagree with me), they just fester in the back of my mind, driving me crazy until I get them done--probably one of the reasons why my resolution for the year is to BE A FINISHER....but I digress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;recipe #3...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lemon Chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not something I make all that often, not because we don't love it, we REALLY do (it happens to be &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;one of Rob's all time favorites&lt;/span&gt;), but because, frankly &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it is a pain in the you know what to make&lt;/span&gt;. Just too many ingredients. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm not&lt;/span&gt; usually &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;one for a fancy recipe with difficult to pronounce ingredients &amp;amp; long lists of instructions to follow&lt;/span&gt;...I leave that to other more talented chefs in my family....you know who you are. Anyways, truly the ingredients are not obscure, it is not HARD, it just has tiny little bits of LOTS of different things &amp;amp; simply takes a little more time than I usually spend on dinner. But &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; actually worth&lt;/span&gt; it cuz it is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;soooooooo yummy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173752867964128786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8zc0lqpDhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ej5Aw512X3g/s400/IMG_4092_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marinade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 T. oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 T. cornstarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 tsp. soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 tsp. white pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Batter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 c. flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 c. water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 T. cornstarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 T. oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 tsp. baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sauce &lt;/u&gt;(I usually double this cuz we like LOTS of sauce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 c. chicken broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 c. honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 T. lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 T. corn syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 T. vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 T. oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 T. ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 clove garlic, minced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dash white pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here's what you do....I recommend doing the prep early &amp;amp; just frying the chicken close to dinner time to speed up the process. Marinade 1-2 pounds chicken in above marinade recipe while you prepare the batter &amp;amp; sauce. I like to trim the chicken well &amp;amp; tenderize it, making it nice &amp;amp; thin so that it will cook quickly. Next prepare the batter in a shallow dish. Third, throw all the sauce ingredients into a saucepan &amp;amp; bring it to a boil. Then thicken the sauce with cornstarch &amp;amp; water and turn it down to low until you are ready to serve. Right before dinner, remove the chicken from the marinade, dip in the batter &amp;amp; fry in canola oil. Drain chicken on a paper towel, cut it up &amp;amp; serve over rice with the lemon sauce drizzled over the top. &lt;em&gt;MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;/em&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/4194246685653357279-3959299843167669149?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3959299843167669149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=3959299843167669149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3959299843167669149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3959299843167669149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-im-it-part-iii.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It--Part III'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8zc0lqpDhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ej5Aw512X3g/s72-c/IMG_4092_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-836023183984321595</id><published>2008-03-02T21:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:00.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Extra Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;More time!&lt;/span&gt; Isn't that what &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we all long for&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Extra hours in each day&lt;/span&gt;....well &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this year we get 24&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Gotta love leap year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I took the opportunity to spend part of this extra day with my baby girl&lt;/span&gt;. We did her &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; year portraits&lt;/span&gt; which&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I've been procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; a bit, but promising myself I'd get done this month...you see I'm a bit of a perfectionist (surprise, surprise) &amp;amp; I want them to turn out &lt;em&gt;just right.&lt;/em&gt; But I did it! Yeah! &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We had so much fun&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I took WAY to many pictures, but I was really pleased with the results. Here are &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a few of my favorites&lt;/span&gt;...I had a hard time narrowing down which ones to post. I am &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;VERY biased&lt;/span&gt; after all. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;She's just so darn cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377218602825682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uHK6vrd9I/AAAAAAAAAas/ylTYw5fHnnQ/s400/IMG_4151_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377214307858370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uHKqvrd8I/AAAAAAAAAak/mh26-TsZjOU/s400/IMG_4147_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377944452298770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uH1KvreBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/msUwLVZpt8Q/s400/IMG_4215_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;This is classic B...total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheeseball&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377227192760290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uHLavrd-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/ecf88KtbAzQ/s400/IMG_4163_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377201422956466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uHJ6vrd7I/AAAAAAAAAac/qQ6lOPZlZmo/s400/IMG_4143_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377235782694898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uHL6vrd_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/NlrfCIS1bbU/s400/IMG_4172_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377953042233394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uH1qvreDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZCq5LH4DzWU/s400/IMG_4237_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377948747266082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uH1avreCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Oh5L-7GANKY/s400/IMG_4226_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377940157331458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uH06vreAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GDxqDG8ZxdM/s400/IMG_4203_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173377961632168002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uH2KvreEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/H6NoGAgIU-E/s400/IMG_4180_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you say&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;..."I'm DONE!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  Thanks for putting up with me sweet little B.  Now I just have to figure out which one to print &amp;amp; hang....any votes?&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/4194246685653357279-836023183984321595?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/836023183984321595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=836023183984321595' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/836023183984321595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/836023183984321595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-i-spent-my-extra-day.html' title='How I Spent My Extra Day'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R8uHK6vrd9I/AAAAAAAAAas/ylTYw5fHnnQ/s72-c/IMG_4151_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6528616726057234604</id><published>2008-02-22T15:13:00.024-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona Adventures...Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, okay...I'm FINALLY posting about our &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;trip to Payson! Yep, in this neck o' the woods we actually have to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to get to &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;see snow&lt;/span&gt;. Rob took President's Day off work &amp;amp; since Z was out of school we jumped at the opportunity to head up to the snow. We went about an hour outside Payson &amp;amp; WOWZERS did we find it! &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Snow thigh deep!&lt;/span&gt; It was the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pefect &lt;/em&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;snowballs&lt;/span&gt;....here is probably my &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;favorite pic&lt;/span&gt; of the day...the kids are planning an attack on Daddy. (notice the snowball whizzing overhead...he was already attacking them!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169932750874934194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79KcgiO-7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/YYc50uwG8i4/s400/IMG_3797_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79OcQiO-_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Phy1FC_50Js/s1600-h/IMG_3794_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169937144626478066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79OcQiO-_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Phy1FC_50Js/s320/IMG_3794_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We spent all afternoon having &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;snowball fights&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sledding, digging&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; just plain &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tromping around&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;. (Who can resist &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;eating a little&lt;/span&gt; too?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79MkgiO-9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/OrcPZ6ERXGI/s1600-h/IMG_3809_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169935087337143250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79MkgiO-9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/OrcPZ6ERXGI/s320/IMG_3809_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;soooo much fun&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm SO very glad I don't have to bundle my kids up like this every time we leave the house! &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You snowbound folk have my SINCERE admiration!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79N4AiO--I/AAAAAAAAAZc/gkTyXUbj9F4/s1600-h/IMG_3841_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169936521856220130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79N4AiO--I/AAAAAAAAAZc/gkTyXUbj9F4/s320/IMG_3841_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Little B&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; NOT a happy camper&lt;/span&gt; at first...(here's big sister trying to cheer her up). After about an hour or so &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;she &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;"warmed up" to the snow&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79QNAiO_AI/AAAAAAAAAZs/NvEgWlsbh0I/s1600-h/IMG_3818_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169939081656728578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79QNAiO_AI/AAAAAAAAAZs/NvEgWlsbh0I/s320/IMG_3818_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's that silly smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169939536923261970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79QngiO_BI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/PiJwqJaz1Cs/s400/IMG_3830_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tasting the snow....&lt;em&gt;mmmmmmmmmm!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79R4giO_CI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Oke0G6eTZVM/s1600-h/IMG_3855_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169940928492665890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79R4giO_CI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Oke0G6eTZVM/s320/IMG_3855_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And here is &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mr. L&lt;/span&gt;...who gave us &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the scare of the day&lt;/span&gt;...never would guess it from that sweet little face, but &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;L thought it might be fun to sled right off a cliff&lt;/span&gt; (practically). He was pushing his sled with his feet (while lying on his stomach). Rob &amp;amp; I are watching..."Ok L that is far enough." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He keeps going.&lt;/span&gt; "Stop L." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He keeps going.&lt;/span&gt; "L STOP!" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He keeps going.&lt;/span&gt; "STOP!!!!" Rob runs &amp;amp; dives through the air, grabbing L by the foot just in time. (And all this on a sprained ankle! Wow! You go babe!) And so&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; L is still with us&lt;/span&gt;...although lets just say he got the hint that he should NOT ignore Mom &amp;amp; Dad again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169941151830965298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79SFgiO_DI/AAAAAAAAAaE/d25MUcs0ASs/s400/IMG_3852_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And....through the magic of self timers...behold &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;THE WHOLE FAMILY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see I really am there!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79WGwiO_FI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZWPF4Z7GvMk/s1600-h/IMG_3858_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169945571352312914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79WGwiO_FI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZWPF4Z7GvMk/s320/IMG_3858_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to sum up the day....&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sheer, joyful exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;...or is that just "Seriously Mom, PUT THE CAMERA AWAY!!!" &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/4194246685653357279-6528616726057234604?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6528616726057234604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6528616726057234604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6528616726057234604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6528616726057234604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/arizona-adventurespart-ii.html' title='Arizona Adventures...Part II'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R79KcgiO-7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/YYc50uwG8i4/s72-c/IMG_3797_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-4249664918802867605</id><published>2008-02-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:02.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7z4lwiO-6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/HbSsyGqnoQ0/s1600-h/IMG_3836+_sample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169279799881825186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7z4lwiO-6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/HbSsyGqnoQ0/s400/IMG_3836+_sample.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-4249664918802867605?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4249664918802867605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=4249664918802867605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4249664918802867605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4249664918802867605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-bunny.html' title='Snow Bunny'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7z4lwiO-6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/HbSsyGqnoQ0/s72-c/IMG_3836+_sample.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1165656460342716100</id><published>2008-02-18T20:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:02.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's What We Did Today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Road Trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry, but this is a teaser post...I've got LOTS of fun pictures about our 2nd Arizona Adventure, but unfortunately Mt. St. Laundry is calling &amp;amp; I must heed the call. So until then...here's a hint at where we went....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168533162767088530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7pRhwiO-5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ExZpVyvJm50/s400/IMG_3864_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-1165656460342716100?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1165656460342716100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1165656460342716100' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1165656460342716100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1165656460342716100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/heres-what-we-did-today.html' title='Here&apos;s What We Did Today....'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7pRhwiO-5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ExZpVyvJm50/s72-c/IMG_3864_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1895778724879562316</id><published>2008-02-17T20:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:02.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaaaaaaackk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on, you know you missed me. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am now finally reentering the land of the living, finally feeling like myself again mostly minus the annoying drainage....yuck! I guess it is now time to shower consistently, get off the couch, out of my sweats &amp;amp; turn off the tube....I must say although I HATE being sick, it was kinda nice to just REST &amp;amp; relax for a bit. Thanks to my hubby, mom &amp;amp; sisters for taking the rugrats off my hands now &amp;amp; again so I could recover.....back to life, back to reality, back to the here &amp;amp; now...yeah! (who's singing along??? lol! showing our age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I will post what I was meaning to a week ago...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;my date with little L....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168165610255306162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7kDPYuoTbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NJA85lDgkCU/s400/IMG_3737_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is what I get when I ask him to go stand by the backdrop for a nice picture....soooo my son)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For Christmas my sister-in-law K (oh yeah I guess it was from my bro-in-law too...thanks to the "other" K...we love you too), anyways, the 2 K's got the kids each 2 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tickets to go to a play&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Rock on, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;what a fun gift!&lt;/span&gt; So L &amp;amp; I went to see&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Goodnight Moon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last Saturday night. You know the book..."in the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;great green room&lt;/span&gt; there was a telephone, and a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; balloon and a picture of the cow jumping over the moon." (betcha you moms have it memorized too--its a CLASSIC.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We had a BLAST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was L's first venture to the theatre &amp;amp; I must say, minus the occasional threats to jump off the balcony ("no son you'd get REALLY hurt." "no I won't mommy." "uh, yes, YOU WILL." "lets just try it." "um, lets NOT!." "awww, ok."), he really did quite well. It was great fun to hang out...just the 2 of us. Wow, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;my kids are so FUN one-on-one&lt;/span&gt;....who'd a thunk it!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To top it off we grabbed a bite afterwards at In-N-Out....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;ahhhh yeah&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cheeseburgers, fries &amp;amp; a chocolate shakes. &lt;/span&gt;L &amp;amp; I have VERY similar tastes...lucky me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168165614550273474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7kDPouoTcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ha26uM1lR7E/s400/IMG_3757_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168165623140208082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7kDQIuoTdI/AAAAAAAAAYs/FPFAbwr0Hl4/s400/IMG_3754_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks for hangin with me Bubbalou!&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/4194246685653357279-1895778724879562316?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1895778724879562316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1895778724879562316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1895778724879562316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1895778724879562316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-baaaaaaaaaaackk.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaaaaaaackk!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R7kDPYuoTbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NJA85lDgkCU/s72-c/IMG_3737_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5843034532094533566</id><published>2008-02-13T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:06:08.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Jen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SICK!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(enough said--be back when I can breathe through my nose again.)&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/4194246685653357279-5843034532094533566?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5843034532094533566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5843034532094533566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5843034532094533566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5843034532094533566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/wheres-jen.html' title='Where&apos;s Jen?'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6621413161642358609</id><published>2008-02-08T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:03.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R60btDCxtDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Aisq9t7ikNk/s1600-h/IMG_0694+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164814808388842546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R60btDCxtDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Aisq9t7ikNk/s400/IMG_0694+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R60cwjCxtEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7Rl3PtMVTpI/s1600-h/IMG_2555_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164815968030012482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R60cwjCxtEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7Rl3PtMVTpI/s200/IMG_2555_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mischevious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;protective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;teasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;unconditional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;unwavering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;endless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the love of a brother.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-6621413161642358609?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6621413161642358609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6621413161642358609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6621413161642358609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6621413161642358609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-of-brother.html' title='The Love of a Brother'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R60btDCxtDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Aisq9t7ikNk/s72-c/IMG_0694+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-3467989778052929896</id><published>2008-02-07T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:03.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Is there is anything in this world quite like a sister?  My brothers are awesome &amp;amp; I love them to pieces, but&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; there is just something about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  They are &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;always there for me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they give it to me straight, the cheer for me, cry with me, argue with me, babysit for me &amp;amp; listen to me whine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ladies....you know who you are! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Smooch!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(sister-in-laws included ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164441769004348402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6vIbTCxs_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/mwlGC0Tp_Bg/s400/IMG_2531copy_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After Z was born I hoped &amp;amp; prayed that she would be blessed to have at least one sister to share the ups &amp;amp; downs of life with.  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So glad Z &amp;amp; B have eachother.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALWAYS STAY CLOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-3467989778052929896?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3467989778052929896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=3467989778052929896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3467989778052929896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3467989778052929896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6vIbTCxs_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/mwlGC0Tp_Bg/s72-c/IMG_2531copy_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-700237122707743843</id><published>2008-02-06T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:05.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps to an AWESOME First Birthday Party (AKA The Details...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 1: Silly little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;birthday girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164091510126392242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qJ3jCxs7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/LyltUHm8ai8/s400/IMG_3606_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Step 2: Super Cute &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Welcome signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164085467107406610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEXzCxsxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/S_bfjCscBBQ/s320/Untitled-1_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Step 3: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Spread&lt;/span&gt;....(plus the pizza of course!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164093653315072978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qL0TCxs9I/AAAAAAAAAXc/qPet2-CjeY0/s320/IMG_3583_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164085857949430578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEujCxszI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PflABoYY-Bg/s320/IMG_3599_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 4: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentine Mailboxes&lt;/span&gt; to decorate &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEtzCxsyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/00quJiMTeA4/s1600-h/IMG_3598_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qLYzCxs8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/GpC_UZ10VAA/s1600-h/IMG_3598_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164093180868670402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qLYzCxs8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/GpC_UZ10VAA/s200/IMG_3598_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEtzCxsyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/00quJiMTeA4/s1600-h/IMG_3598_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEtzCxsyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/00quJiMTeA4/s1600-h/IMG_3598_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEtzCxsyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/00quJiMTeA4/s1600-h/IMG_3598_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEujCxszI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PflABoYY-Bg/s1600-h/IMG_3599_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEujCxszI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PflABoYY-Bg/s1600-h/IMG_3599_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 5: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Swing time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qEuzCxs0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/9prKkxT93iI/s1600-h/IMG_3609_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164094581028008930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qMqTCxs-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/I3OOjL5FKn0/s320/IMG_3609_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 6: Decorating (&amp;amp; eating) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086119942435682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qE9zCxs2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/dk5wBLQBevs/s320/IMG_3631_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qFITCxs3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/33rSr9fwpPs/s1600-h/IMG_3639_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086300331062130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qFITCxs3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/33rSr9fwpPs/s320/IMG_3639_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086107057533778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qE9DCxs1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/QfgL1f6v5Co/s320/IMG_3628_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qFSzCxs4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/a_ZDl3VCXX8/s1600-h/IMG_3641_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086480719688578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qFSzCxs4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/a_ZDl3VCXX8/s320/IMG_3641_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 7: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sticker tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 8: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PRESENTS&lt;/span&gt;....not pictured here (what you might ask?!?!?....yeah I was opening the gifts, couldn't do that AND take pictures at the same time could I? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 9: And last but certainly not least &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The CAKE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086609568707474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qFaTCxs5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/uK5n1su-eq4/s400/IMG_3650_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We sure know how to party. ;)&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/4194246685653357279-700237122707743843?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/700237122707743843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=700237122707743843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/700237122707743843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/700237122707743843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/steps-to-awesome-first-birthday-party.html' title='Steps to an AWESOME First Birthday Party (AKA The Details...)'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6qJ3jCxs7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/LyltUHm8ai8/s72-c/IMG_3606_4BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1356047123403552633</id><published>2008-02-05T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Shopper Strikes Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've been&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; at it again&lt;/span&gt;...scopin' out the good deals &amp;amp; this time&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I scored with the kids clothes&lt;/span&gt;. The Children's Place was having 50% off their already reduced prices, plus I had a 20% off coupon...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeehaw! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6kj7TCxstI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xIDwYfn5paQ/s1600-h/IMG_3719_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163697949388157650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6kj7TCxstI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xIDwYfn5paQ/s400/IMG_3719_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Goods: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(most of these items are for next fall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 sweatshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 sweaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 pair of pjs (x-mas ones for L next year!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 scarves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 pair of the CUTEST flowered tights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 pair of mittens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 pairs of jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 pairs of pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9 shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6kk7zCxsuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2D_D31N1DPw/s1600-h/IMG_3723_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Total:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;$100.97 &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(that averages out to about $3.61 per item) = One happy mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GO ME!!&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/4194246685653357279-1356047123403552633?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1356047123403552633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1356047123403552633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1356047123403552633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1356047123403552633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-shopper-strikes-again.html' title='Super Shopper Strikes Again!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6kj7TCxstI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xIDwYfn5paQ/s72-c/IMG_3719_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2008318625335481746</id><published>2008-02-04T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:06.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soooooo, we've all been thinking about &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;New Year's resolutions&lt;/span&gt; (ok I KNOW it's February...so maybe I'M the only one thinking of them right now) but, I, like many, am &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;always ambitious and motivated come January 1st&lt;/span&gt; to change all areas of my life for the better...physical, financial, spiritual, emotional, relationships, etc, etc, etc.&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I make a huge list &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fail miserably....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT not this year...&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I WILL&lt;/em&gt; succeed&lt;/span&gt; because I've come up with a new plan....&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONTHLY &lt;/span&gt;resolution. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oooohs &amp;amp; aaaahs appreciated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(along with one overall goal for the year--more on this later). This way I can&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; focus on ONE thing per month&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; hopefully make whatever it is a&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; habit&lt;/span&gt; (21 days to form a habit right???) AND THEN move on to something new the next month...adding a few little &amp;amp; a few big goals to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;improve the overall ME.&lt;/span&gt; Can you guess what January's goal was? (hint....you're reading it. ;) ) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6fb1jCxssI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2ZYj6pdwL_I/s1600-h/IMG_3733_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163337210789999298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6fb1jCxssI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2ZYj6pdwL_I/s400/IMG_3733_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;February has arrived&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; with my January goal accomplished (YEAH!!!) I move on to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a new goal&lt;/span&gt;.....and this one's big-time...&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a return to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the gym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, this month I am going to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;get off my rear end&lt;/span&gt; (not that I have any time to sit on it except for when I'm bloggin) &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;get moving&lt;/span&gt;....at least 3, but hopefully more like 5 times a week. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(BTW I DID make it there today for a full hour of step aerobics---I AM WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR!!---and moan due to sore muscles....)&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/4194246685653357279-2008318625335481746?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2008318625335481746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2008318625335481746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2008318625335481746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2008318625335481746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6fb1jCxssI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2ZYj6pdwL_I/s72-c/IMG_3733_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-678922615120279812</id><published>2008-02-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How is it possible that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my baby girl is one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How did that happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wasn't it &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;just yesterday&lt;/span&gt; that we brought her home like this&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162973981110809234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aRezCxspI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ERgBJ3Jbnx8/s400/emailannouncement.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Watched her learn to&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;roll over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;(and drool):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162974316118258338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aRyTCxsqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fzy2A2sib1c/s400/IMG_9686web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sit up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162963995311845906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aIZjCxshI/AAAAAAAAAT8/EhkeYEZ3FYA/s400/IMG_0784web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;make us laugh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162964515002888738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aI3zCxsiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7_SWWxPFdoU/s400/IMG_0685+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;get teeth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162967882257248866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aL7zCxsmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FeCrxIQ8u4Y/s400/IMG_1306+copy+2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cluck: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162975063442567858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aSdzCxsrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/DAZBcpndqWA/s400/Brynn+at+Halloween_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;celebrate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162969076258157170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aNBTCxsnI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lH1kRIxIssw/s400/IMG_2991_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PAR-TAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162971249511608962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aO_zCxsoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BgMsb6jEC_o/s400/IMG_3442_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe how quickly this year had flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday little B. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162960838510883298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aFhzCxseI/AAAAAAAAATk/4GYd50L-GZs/s400/IMG_3708_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-678922615120279812?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/678922615120279812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=678922615120279812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/678922615120279812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/678922615120279812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-baby-b.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6aRezCxspI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ERgBJ3Jbnx8/s72-c/emailannouncement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1949611112485164620</id><published>2008-02-02T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:09.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Her Cake...And Eating it Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We made it through &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;B's first birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Whew! It was really fun actually, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;beautiful sunny day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;good times had by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;worn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the festivities, I'll just share a few pics tonight &amp;amp; more details later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Traditionally we have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;given the baby a whole cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do with as they wish &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on their first birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daddy could not bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have the large&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; heart cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I made &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;totally destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (read:more for him later), so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we gave B a nice BIG slice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let her go to town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (it is supposed to be the first cake they have ever tasted, but as little B is baby #3...well, lets just say it is certainly not her first treat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FAVORITE pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of the cake eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; extravaganza...yes even with part of her face cropped off (probably cuz I love artsy stuff like that). I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOVE those little dimpled hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; diggin in...DELICIOUS! (both the cake &amp;amp; those pudgy fingers!) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162620333503656290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6VP1zCxsWI/AAAAAAAAASk/p2Gp5Zd7MZ0/s400/IMG_3659_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6VQzjCxsXI/AAAAAAAAASs/wO1fyjwyXFk/s1600-h/IMG_3663_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162621394360578418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6VQzjCxsXI/AAAAAAAAASs/wO1fyjwyXFk/s400/IMG_3663_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who can resist this face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She didn't look at me ONE SINGLE time while eating her cake....man she makes me work for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you little B!&lt;/strong&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/4194246685653357279-1949611112485164620?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1949611112485164620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1949611112485164620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1949611112485164620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1949611112485164620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/having-her-cakeand-eating-it-too.html' title='Having Her Cake...And Eating it Too'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6VP1zCxsWI/AAAAAAAAASk/p2Gp5Zd7MZ0/s72-c/IMG_3659_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-1875886341457960164</id><published>2008-02-01T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:10.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6QBLTCxsVI/AAAAAAAAASc/02FjIeiXDyg/s1600-h/IMG_3577_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162252366475538770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6QBLTCxsVI/AAAAAAAAASc/02FjIeiXDyg/s400/IMG_3577_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here's what I'm up to tonight...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;party plannin'!&lt;/span&gt; Tomorrow is little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;B's first birthday party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did think a bit about February's resolution today as it IS the 1st, but I didn't quite get to it...Monday for sure (more on this later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the quirks of my personality is this...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to plan parties for my kids&lt;/span&gt;...not so unusual you might think, but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I tend to go&lt;em&gt; a little&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(ok sometimes a lot) &lt;/span&gt;over the top&lt;/span&gt;. As in...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the theme&lt;/span&gt; is vitally important &amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; must match&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; go along with the theme....invitations, decor, food, serving plates, bowls, cups, drinks, games, favors, crafts....and the list goes on (thank goodness for the dollar store, I may be crazy, but I am also CHEAP!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B was born in February&lt;/span&gt; so that makes the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;theme&lt;/span&gt; easy...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentine's!&lt;/span&gt; So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; with TONS of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt; So fun for my little girl. Can't wait until tomorrow. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stay tuned for a play by play. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-1875886341457960164?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1875886341457960164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=1875886341457960164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1875886341457960164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/1875886341457960164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/party-planning.html' title='Party Planning'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6QBLTCxsVI/AAAAAAAAASc/02FjIeiXDyg/s72-c/IMG_3577_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-696622811769639418</id><published>2008-01-31T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:11.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-A-Boo, I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6I1xjCxsPI/AAAAAAAAARs/jEMsVjyNBRc/s1600-h/IMG_3557_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161747248256758002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6I1xjCxsPI/AAAAAAAAARs/jEMsVjyNBRc/s400/IMG_3557_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Baby B&lt;/span&gt; is right in the middle of the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; peek-a-boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; phase.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161748549631848738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6I29TCxsSI/AAAAAAAAASE/TfwuxTfzRdk/s400/IMG_3558_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161746732860682466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6I1TjCxsOI/AAAAAAAAARk/57l94HUwvK4/s400/IMG_3559_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is so fun to watch them &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;giggle with delight&lt;/span&gt; at every "boo!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161747707818258690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6I2MTCxsQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/86JyaQQ9CZE/s400/IMG_3563_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, while we were &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;out on a walk today&lt;/span&gt;, she managed to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;twist herself around in her stroller&lt;/span&gt; (still belted in mind you---yeeouch how do they do that!?!) &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to play peek-a-boo with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161747716408193298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6I2MzCxsRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IvHKgWTW7_I/s400/IMG_3562_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Peek-a-boo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-696622811769639418?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/696622811769639418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=696622811769639418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/696622811769639418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/696622811769639418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/peek-boo-i-see-you.html' title='Peek-A-Boo, I See You'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6I1xjCxsPI/AAAAAAAAARs/jEMsVjyNBRc/s72-c/IMG_3557_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5400179936021553834</id><published>2008-01-30T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:12.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date Which Will Live in Infamy (at least for the R family)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;January 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;busy day&lt;/span&gt; for our family. A day to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;celebrate &amp;amp; remember&lt;/span&gt;....here's why (beginning at the beginning):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6DtFjCxsDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2xJEqcms_ik/s1600-h/Bill_Roberts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161385852528603186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6DtFjCxsDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2xJEqcms_ik/s200/Bill_Roberts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;father-in-law&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bill's&lt;/span&gt; birthday today&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was an &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;amazing husband, father &amp;amp; grandfather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;only regret&lt;/span&gt; is that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my kids were not born&lt;/span&gt; yet &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when Grandpa R left us...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; too soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6Dt5jCxsHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4BWFid38lzE/s1600-h/Top-12_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161386745881800818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6Dt5jCxsHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4BWFid38lzE/s200/Top-12_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Secondly, its my dear &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;parent's anniversary&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;32 years...go Mom &amp;amp; Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(BTW....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' sassy in those 70's duds!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6DuODCxsII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/r4EXIAnyZZY/s1600-h/Pic+20_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161387098069119106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6DuODCxsII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/r4EXIAnyZZY/s200/Pic+20_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And lastly, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; to my nephew &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;little B&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CUTEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;brown-eyed boy&lt;/span&gt; around...who wouldn't love that face? :)&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/4194246685653357279-5400179936021553834?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5400179936021553834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5400179936021553834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5400179936021553834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5400179936021553834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/date-which-will-live-in-infamy.html' title='A Date Which Will Live in Infamy (at least for the R family)'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6DtFjCxsDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2xJEqcms_ik/s72-c/Bill_Roberts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-23930170936781087</id><published>2008-01-29T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firstborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We firstborns get a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;raw deal&lt;/span&gt;. We are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EXPERIMENTAL &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who our parents "figure things ou&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5-VNzCxsCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tmT4ZkLFbVg/s1600-h/IMG_2536_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161007762262568994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5-VNzCxsCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tmT4ZkLFbVg/s400/IMG_2536_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t" on. We pave the way through the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STRICT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; years....and then watch as our parents loosen up for our younger siblings (your welcome guys!). We must be&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; RESPONSIBLE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; HELPFUL&lt;/span&gt; long before the baby ever has to be. We are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DESIGNATED BABYSITTERS&lt;/span&gt;....often free of charge. We are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;overachievers, perfectionists, picky, detail oriented &amp;amp; organized&lt;/span&gt;....sometimes to a fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOWEVER,&lt;/span&gt; we also &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NEVER get hand-me-downs&lt;/span&gt;, are the first to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;spoiled&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;first at EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;baby books are complete&lt;/span&gt;, we have the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;most pictures&lt;/span&gt; of our childhood, we are &lt;/span&gt;reliable, conscientious, natural leaders &amp;amp; high achievers...who like things done right the first time (&amp;amp; done OUR way) . ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hang in there baby girl--mama will &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; understand your pain. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-23930170936781087?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/23930170936781087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=23930170936781087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/23930170936781087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/23930170936781087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/firstborn.html' title='Firstborn'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5-VNzCxsCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tmT4ZkLFbVg/s72-c/IMG_2536_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5158106063425094272</id><published>2008-01-28T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:12.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED a Vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; moms, I know you have had these days. You know, where all you hear all day long is&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;fight, cry, whine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(repeat ad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nauseam&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;My 3 are out to get me today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I long for a getaway&lt;/span&gt;, someplace &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;beautiful &amp;amp; serene&lt;/span&gt;....where I am &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;completely and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unequivocally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...I suppose my husband could come too :)). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna look out my window and see something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160732411909222402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R56ayTCxsAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h9w33veMvV0/s400/IMG_3307_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unfortunately, the best I can do tonight is a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;bubble bath&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;good book&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;prayer that tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Calgon take me away............................&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/4194246685653357279-5158106063425094272?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5158106063425094272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5158106063425094272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5158106063425094272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5158106063425094272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='I NEED a Vacation...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R56ayTCxsAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h9w33veMvV0/s72-c/IMG_3307_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-4644213351994092717</id><published>2008-01-27T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:12.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6Kn7zCxsUI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZFAvWgduIhg/s1600-h/sc009%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161872768675983682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6Kn7zCxsUI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZFAvWgduIhg/s320/sc009%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;heart is full&lt;/span&gt; this evening as I have just learned of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;one of the most extraordinary, humble and kindest of men has left us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;rejoice for the reunion&lt;/span&gt; he is having with his sweet wife and those who have gone before him &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mourn for those of us left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;his example&lt;/span&gt; in my life has encouraged me to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Stand For Something,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;live with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;optimism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;never lose hope&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Godspeed President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;. We will miss you.&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/4194246685653357279-4644213351994092717?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4644213351994092717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=4644213351994092717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4644213351994092717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4644213351994092717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/sad-day.html' title='A Sad Day'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R6Kn7zCxsUI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZFAvWgduIhg/s72-c/sc009%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5767851865132841666</id><published>2008-01-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:13.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self: Never EVER leave small children unattended with PAINT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160045788372512658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wqTjCxr5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8p6nLkJbGrc/s320/IMG_3492_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I should know this right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am on child #3&lt;/span&gt; after all...that should entitle me some insights into the inner workings of a child's mind. Right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, you would think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm chatting away with my Mom on the phone...in my pj's...(it's just one of those days) &amp;amp; I tell her, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh it is so nice, the kids are playing so well together today.&lt;/span&gt; Z just pulled out the water colors &amp;amp; they are painting." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How precious...how peaceful&lt;/span&gt;, a camcorder moment, as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brother &amp;amp; sister enjoy the pleasures of painting....together....amicably...WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wqdDCxr6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/6DpvGKho-x8/s1600-h/IMG_3483_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160045951581269922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wqdDCxr6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/6DpvGKho-x8/s320/IMG_3483_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Surely I can&lt;/span&gt; run into the office to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check out a blog or two&lt;/span&gt; as I continue to chat on the phone! Of course, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what could go wrong, I'll only be gone a minute or two&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fast forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; two, five, ten minutes...who knows....&amp;amp; YIKES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh no!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;"OOOOOOHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! What happened to just using water colors?!?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160044998098530114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wpljCxr0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/VwRcP72yajY/s320/IMG_3493_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wq0DCxr7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2pPFcHN8d_o/s1600-h/IMG_3487_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160046346718261170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wq0DCxr7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2pPFcHN8d_o/s320/IMG_3487_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wq0DCxr7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2pPFcHN8d_o/s1600-h/IMG_3487_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;"OOOOOOHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; found the tempura paint!?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"OOOOOOOHHHHH! Where are the paint brushes?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;"OOOOOOHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! What is that on the baby's mouth!?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky for my children, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;being a blogger&lt;/span&gt; has made me a tad &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more reflective&lt;/span&gt; these days...so I take a breath, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grab the camera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; document the festivities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160045015278399330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wpmjCxr2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RwGrvvZGFi8/s320/IMG_3496_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Needless to say, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tempura paint has been hidden away&lt;/span&gt;...only to return when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom is a little less....uhhhh.....distracted. :)&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-5767851865132841666?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5767851865132841666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5767851865132841666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5767851865132841666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5767851865132841666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/note-to-self-never-ever-leave-small.html' title='Note to Self: Never EVER leave small children unattended with PAINT!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5wqTjCxr5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8p6nLkJbGrc/s72-c/IMG_3492_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5264949189637080301</id><published>2008-01-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:13.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5qnGjCxrxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lkkj75SDgEA/s1600-h/IMG_3511_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159620054034263826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5qnGjCxrxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lkkj75SDgEA/s400/IMG_3511_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; vivid memory&lt;/span&gt; from my&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; childhood&lt;/span&gt;. Sitting cross legged on the bathroom counter with my feet curled up under my nightgown. Chin cradled in my hands.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;atching mom get ready&lt;/span&gt; for a night out. I think to &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; "W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;, I hope I am as pretty as my mom when I grow up.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Still feel the same way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom, you are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-5264949189637080301?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5264949189637080301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5264949189637080301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5264949189637080301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5264949189637080301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5qnGjCxrxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lkkj75SDgEA/s72-c/IMG_3511_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7473469388126126073</id><published>2008-01-24T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:14.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Known Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5lmNDCxrwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rgErW6u7VT4/s1600-h/IMG_3471_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159267222470897410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5lmNDCxrwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rgErW6u7VT4/s400/IMG_3471_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; These are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;MY tools&lt;/span&gt;. My husband may have been the one to purchase them, but &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;they are MINE&lt;/span&gt;. (hmmm...starting to sound a little possessive aren't I? ....of course, honey, you are ALWAYS welcome to use them. ;) ) Actually, the Titanium trimmers were purchased specifically for me &amp;amp; at my request. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trimming our plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not sure what it is, but &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I get extreme satisfaction&lt;/span&gt; from hacking away a tree or shrub. I am &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no expert&lt;/span&gt; by ANY stretch of the imagination, but &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I take pride&lt;/span&gt; in my little contribution to our yard maintenance. It may take me a week (or month) to get all the plants trimmed up &amp;amp; sometimes they may look a little....uh, whats a good word....ummmmm....&lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; when I'm done, but hey there is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nothing more gratifying than choppin' off a big ol' tree limb&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Plus, power tools are fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next I want a blower cuz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; may&lt;/span&gt; love to trim, but I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; to clean up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-7473469388126126073?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7473469388126126073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7473469388126126073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7473469388126126073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7473469388126126073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-known-fact.html' title='Little Known Fact'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5lmNDCxrwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rgErW6u7VT4/s72-c/IMG_3471_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2694178950979816232</id><published>2008-01-23T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My new &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158916117484383986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5gm4DCxrvI/AAAAAAAAANw/4itrnuqE5fM/s400/IMG_1570+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"There are only &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;two ways&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; live&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;your life&lt;/span&gt;. One is as though nothing is a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The other is as if&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Happy Wednesday.&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/4194246685653357279-2694178950979816232?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2694178950979816232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2694178950979816232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2694178950979816232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2694178950979816232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5gm4DCxrvI/AAAAAAAAANw/4itrnuqE5fM/s72-c/IMG_1570+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-4779209734737127544</id><published>2008-01-22T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:14.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Command Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; loads of ideas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for my house&lt;/span&gt; floating around in my head all the time. However, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lack of time &amp;amp; funding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;delays bringing these ideas to fruition&lt;/span&gt;. BUT &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;at last&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;an idea&lt;/span&gt; that has been bouncing around in my head FOREVER &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;was made a reality&lt;/span&gt; this past weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I give you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The R Family Command &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Center!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TaDa&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158515916726709938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5a65TCxrrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6MteM4XDvTY/s400/IMG_2752_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yea!!!, A &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; for the kids &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;backpacks&lt;/span&gt;, a&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; place&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;write messages&lt;/span&gt; to each other, a big &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;calendar&lt;/span&gt; (each of us are assigned a different color--yes I'm THAT nerdy), a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for the keys&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cool clock&lt;/span&gt; to hopefully keep us on schedule &amp;amp; my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; board&lt;/span&gt; that tracks who's in charge of what for family nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5a72jCxrsI/AAAAAAAAANY/nxDOyCiuXEE/s1600-h/IMG_2745_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158516968993697474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5a72jCxrsI/AAAAAAAAANY/nxDOyCiuXEE/s320/IMG_2745_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5a6kDCxrqI/AAAAAAAAANI/CCpF_DvtHsc/s1600-h/IMG_2746_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158515551654489762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5a6kDCxrqI/AAAAAAAAANI/CCpF_DvtHsc/s200/IMG_2746_4blog.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5a6dTCxrpI/AAAAAAAAANA/IAJiPCaJzCg/s1600-h/IMG_2745_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5a5qzCxroI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gpJfWperi04/s1600-h/IMG_2745_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(thanks honey for staying up late to get it just right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, I know its not February yet, but I wanted to start FRESH in a new month.  :)&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/4194246685653357279-4779209734737127544?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4779209734737127544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=4779209734737127544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4779209734737127544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4779209734737127544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/command-center.html' title='Command Center'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5a65TCxrrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6MteM4XDvTY/s72-c/IMG_2752_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-8227653421992152958</id><published>2008-01-21T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:15.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are the Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5VyzrhkT9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lK6HxSttlgo/s1600-h/IMG_3423_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158155180405182418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5VyzrhkT9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lK6HxSttlgo/s400/IMG_3423_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;These are the days that we live for here in Arizona...cool, 65 degrees, sunny with a nice breeze...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the days we dream of when its 115 out in July. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Days when we can &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;play in the park&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snow boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sunburns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days when the kids can even &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;run around barefoot&lt;/span&gt;...yes even in January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days when it &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;matter &lt;/span&gt;if &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; match&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days when &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sticky blue taffy&lt;/span&gt; on your face is quite alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5VzhLhkT-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CcCeJxL3U2I/s1600-h/IMG_3445_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158155962089230306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5VzhLhkT-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CcCeJxL3U2I/s400/IMG_3445_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days when we've got &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt; more pressing&lt;/span&gt; to do than &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hang out with our grandma, aunts &amp;amp; cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days when &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;combing your hair&lt;/span&gt; is just plain &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5VyI7hkT6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/h3052BWtBbY/s1600-h/IMG_3436_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158154445965774754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5VyI7hkT6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/h3052BWtBbY/s200/IMG_3436_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days when its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;be silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days I will &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158159977883652082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5V3K7hkT_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/W5uZIK3s15w/s400/IMG_3438_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;winter's day&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-8227653421992152958?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8227653421992152958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=8227653421992152958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8227653421992152958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8227653421992152958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/these-are-days.html' title='These Are the Days'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5VyzrhkT9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lK6HxSttlgo/s72-c/IMG_3423_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2803041781481406955</id><published>2008-01-20T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:15.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Eyebrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever have something happen that makes you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;laugh out loud&lt;/span&gt;, simply by thinking about it? I mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;seriously laugh so much it hurts&lt;/span&gt;, even hours &amp;amp; hours after it happened? Well.....something like that happened at our house today &amp;amp; I'm still giggling about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we all dragged out of bed this fine Sunday morning to get ready for church...ok I guess I dragged out of bed, everyone else seemed to be up &amp;amp; at em' just fine. The&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; fun started &lt;/span&gt;when I headed into the bathroom to wash my hands. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I glanced over at Rob who was getting ready.&lt;/span&gt; He was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;using his hair clippers to trim his eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;. Now, although I have not actually seen him do this before, I knew that he did do it to "tame" the brows...thus avoiding the bushy brow look some men find so attractive. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5ViBLhkT3I/AAAAAAAAALg/_w8c9Sq3hI8/s1600-h/IMG_3410_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158136720635744114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5ViBLhkT3I/AAAAAAAAALg/_w8c9Sq3hI8/s400/IMG_3410_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I smirked &amp;amp; was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thinking to myself..."better make sure you don't shave your eyebrows off"&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; was just about to open my mouth to say it when he looks at me &amp;amp; says..."&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Uh, I'm not sure what just happened."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yup, you got it...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he basically DID shave off one of his eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;. (K....I'm laughing out loud AGAIN just remembering it!) :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I am CRACKING UP&lt;/span&gt;....He looks absolutely hysterical sporting one normal eyebrow &amp;amp; one EXTREMELY short...almost nonexistent eyebrow. I can't even look at him, I'm laughing so hard. Funny thing is...he had the #6 guard on the clippers, same as usual, but for some reason it didn't work &lt;em&gt;quite &lt;/em&gt;as expected this morning. He says it must have been because I needed a good laugh today. Boy did I get one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5ViBLhkT3I/AAAAAAAAALg/_w8c9Sq3hI8/s1600-h/IMG_3410_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we had church in 30 minutes...what to do...what to do....AHA! The beauty of the eyebrow pencil.....&lt;/span&gt;just a little careful application &amp;amp; viola! You couldn't even tell. No one in church even noticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for the laughs babe &amp;amp; for being such a good sport (I'm sure I would NOT have been.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-2803041781481406955?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2803041781481406955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2803041781481406955' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2803041781481406955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2803041781481406955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/tale-of-two-eyebrows.html' title='A Tale of Two Eyebrows'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5ViBLhkT3I/AAAAAAAAALg/_w8c9Sq3hI8/s72-c/IMG_3410_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-3383035881699966057</id><published>2008-01-19T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:16.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5K9T7hkT2I/AAAAAAAAALY/JCVhIiXW4IE/s1600-h/IMG_3363_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157392673386286946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5K9T7hkT2I/AAAAAAAAALY/JCVhIiXW4IE/s320/IMG_3363_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are some days when I'm just &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Deeply,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5K8BLhkT0I/AAAAAAAAALI/F1eqoNBGvjI/s1600-h/IMG_3363_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; painfully, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excruciatingly&lt;/span&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;. Like today. I was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;up too late&lt;/span&gt; last night on a date with my sweetie &amp;amp; then L was up FIVE times in the night!! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes it feels like I haven't been well rested since I had kids&lt;/span&gt;...actually even before that...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;since the first time I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pregnant!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So I am going to bed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feeling kinda how L was feeling here...its 5:00 p.m., I'm making dinner, he's lying at my feet &amp;amp; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L: "Mommy, how much longer before dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "About 10 minutes buddy (have you noticed we call him this A LOT?)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L: "Okay."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moments later, he was asleep on the hard, cold kitchen floor. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I get it&lt;/span&gt; though. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, like today,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I could go to sleep on the kitchen floor too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157391513745117010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5K8QbhkT1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/39PWGlZaEZA/s400/IMG_3361_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Goodnight!&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/4194246685653357279-3383035881699966057?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3383035881699966057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=3383035881699966057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3383035881699966057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3383035881699966057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5K9T7hkT2I/AAAAAAAAALY/JCVhIiXW4IE/s72-c/IMG_3363_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2531051553680504213</id><published>2008-01-18T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:16.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It....Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5FSirhkTzI/AAAAAAAAALA/62ennpYkngI/s1600-h/IMG_3381_4BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156993804068474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5FSirhkTzI/AAAAAAAAALA/62ennpYkngI/s400/IMG_3381_4BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so here's my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;next recipe to share&lt;/span&gt;. It is prepared in my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BELOVED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I absolutely adore my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Would not get along without it. It is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a MUST&lt;/span&gt; for any &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;time starved, sleep deprived mommy&lt;/span&gt; like me....but I digress....behold...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; Pork Roast&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3/4 c. unsweetened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt; juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 Tbsp. sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 Tbsp. soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 Tbsp. vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 tsp. ground ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 tsp. garlic powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/8 tsp. pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 lb. boneless pork loin, halved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 1/2 Tbsp. cornstarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 Tbsp. water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Combine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt; juice, sugar, soy sauce, vinegar, ginger, garlic powder, and pepper in greased &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Add roast. Turn to coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Cover. Cook on low 7-8 hours. Remove roast &amp;amp; keep warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. In saucepan, combine cornstarch and water until smooth. Stir in juice from roast. Bring to boil. Cook &amp;amp; stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Serve with roast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I serve this with &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; rice for a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;healthy, delicious, EASY meal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bon appetit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-2531051553680504213?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2531051553680504213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2531051553680504213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2531051553680504213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2531051553680504213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/tag-im-itpart-ii.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It....Part II'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R5FSirhkTzI/AAAAAAAAALA/62ennpYkngI/s72-c/IMG_3381_4BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2895090184624004093</id><published>2008-01-17T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:16.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Its my first tag!&lt;/span&gt; I've been tagged by Ally, the original family blogger, who has been waiting patiently for the rest of us to catch on....hey Ally it looks like it is FINALLY catching....actually spreading like wildfire is more like it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wooohooo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;, I am supposed to be posting 3 of our &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;favorite dinner recipes&lt;/span&gt;, BUT &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;since my blog would cease to be MY blog without pictures, you will simply have to be patient &amp;amp; enjoy one recipe at a time until I can photograph a few more. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156574864368488226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4_VhLhkTyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3X7oex0E4Sk/s400/IMG_3369_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's my first contribution...last night's blue plate special...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baked Parmesan Crusted Chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got this recipe from my mother-in-law who used to make it better than I ever will. Everyone in our family LOVES it...even the kids gobble it right up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 c. Ritz crackers, crushed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 tsp. seasoned salt (Lawry's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8 oz. PLAIN yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 Tbsp. Parmesan cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 tsp. garlic powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6-8 boneless/skinless chicken breasts (but I love to use chicken tenders....it makes it...well, just more tender! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 c. melted butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Combine crackers, Parmesan cheese, garlic &amp;amp; seasoned salt; set aside. Coat each piece of chicken with plain yogurt, then coat with crumb mixture. Arrange in greased baking dish. Drizzle butter over top. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the secret:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the tip my mother-in-law gave me was to soak the chicken in the yogurt over night or at least for the whole day prior to baking....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt; tender &amp;amp; DELICIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-2895090184624004093?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2895090184624004093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2895090184624004093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2895090184624004093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2895090184624004093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4_VhLhkTyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3X7oex0E4Sk/s72-c/IMG_3369_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7230658919647736260</id><published>2008-01-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:17.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocoholics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R47Mr7hkTvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f30a4Ru3Oa8/s1600-h/IMG_3316_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156283678470721266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R47Mr7hkTvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f30a4Ru3Oa8/s400/IMG_3316_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So if you've checked out the "about me" portion of my blog, you may have noticed that I am a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;chocoholic.&lt;/span&gt; Hello, my name is Jen &amp;amp; I am a chocoholic....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;a SERIOUS chocoholic&lt;/span&gt;. As in, must have&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; chocolate&lt;/span&gt; EVERY SINGLE DAY!! It may just be a few &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt; if I have nothing better, but&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; I really, really need just a little bit of chocolate daily&lt;/span&gt;....the &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;DARKER&lt;/span&gt;, the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;this trait skipped&lt;/span&gt; being passed to&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; my daughter&lt;/span&gt; who would rather have vanilla ice cream (?!?!) &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; went straight to my son&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Little man L is *almost * as big of a chocolate lover as I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some friends who are going &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;through a &lt;/span&gt;bit of a rough time right now &amp;amp; so &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R47MibhkTuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/evPe9pW_5JE/s1600-h/IMG_3321_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156283515261964002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R47MibhkTuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/evPe9pW_5JE/s320/IMG_3321_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;L &amp;amp; I decided to make&lt;/span&gt; them &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;some cookies&lt;/span&gt;. Since we would be giving the bulk of them away, we decided on &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;nice, rich, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chocolaty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jumbo Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I don't make these often because they are &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;pure chocolate with chocolate chips &amp;amp; nuts&lt;/span&gt;. These cookies greatly displease Daddy &amp;amp; Z who would MUCH rather eat sugar cookies. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But for&lt;/span&gt; L &amp;amp; I, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; were in pure heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you other &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;chocolate lovers&lt;/span&gt;...here's the recipe (thanks to my sister-in-law C for sharing this recipe with me.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These are DANGEROUS...I've already had more today than I'd care to admit. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156282746462818002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R47L1rhkTtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uYgZoG9aQXo/s400/IMG_3351_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Jumbo Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;2 1/4 c. flour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;1/2 c. cocoa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;1 c. butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;3/4 c. white sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;3/4 c. brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;2 tsp. vanilla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;12 oz. semi-sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; chips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;1 c. chopped walnuts or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pecans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Mix dry ingredients. Cream butter &amp;amp; sugars. Add 1 egg at a time &amp;amp; then the rest of the ingredients. Bake 9-11 minutes at 375 degrees. Try not to eat all in one day. :)&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-7230658919647736260?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7230658919647736260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7230658919647736260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7230658919647736260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7230658919647736260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/chocoholic.html' title='Chocoholics'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R47Mr7hkTvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f30a4Ru3Oa8/s72-c/IMG_3316_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-89975238495818320</id><published>2008-01-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:17.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Order out of Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I got an email&lt;/span&gt; the other day &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;from my sister&lt;/span&gt; telling me about &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;how excited she was&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cleaning out &amp;amp; organizing her kitchen cabinets&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; how she couldn't wait to tackle her office. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I replied about how that was "my kind of fun"&lt;/span&gt; (direct quote) &amp;amp; how excited I w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R42DubhkToI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DnPRJtIiDts/s1600-h/IMG_3265_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155921982094855810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R42DubhkToI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DnPRJtIiDts/s320/IMG_3265_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as about having cleaned out my laundry room that day. Then I told her that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we were a couple of nerds&lt;/span&gt;. Yup, nerds. We are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dorky, organizational nerds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I admit it!&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;organize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;clean, organized space&lt;/span&gt; for me is a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thin slice of heaven&lt;/span&gt;. It puts my mind in such a peaceful place. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In my dream home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; EVERYTHING would have a place &amp;amp; everything would be IN its place&lt;/span&gt;. Now I definitely &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;DO NOT live in that world&lt;/span&gt;, nor will I probably EVER live there with lots o' little kids and a husband who is....ahem....organizationally challenged. (love you sweetie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R42Eu7hkTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3Maee2E8Cp4/s1600-h/IMG_3277_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155923090196418210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R42Eu7hkTqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3Maee2E8Cp4/s320/IMG_3277_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my latest project&lt;/span&gt; I undertook the task of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ing out my "junk" drawer&lt;/span&gt;. It had gotten &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;REALLY out of hand&lt;/span&gt;. I loved this project because it was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;quick, easy &amp;amp; the results were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;awesome!&lt;/span&gt; Yes, for me, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this really was fun&lt;/span&gt;....not work. I even used a gift card to buy the drawer dividers &amp;amp; I was EXCITED to use my gift card for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I may be a nerd, but I'm a happy one&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;at least every time I look in my junk drawer)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hmmmmm....I think that drawer needs a new name....odds &amp;amp; ends drawer, handy tools drawer, tidiest space in the house drawer..... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-89975238495818320?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/89975238495818320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=89975238495818320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/89975238495818320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/89975238495818320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/order-out-of-chaos.html' title='Order out of Chaos'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R42DubhkToI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DnPRJtIiDts/s72-c/IMG_3265_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7810257273229249638</id><published>2008-01-14T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:17.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is it my favorite?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4wnp7hkTnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/F7Xg4ZpYPkw/s1600-h/IMG_3308_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155539274738978418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4wnp7hkTnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/F7Xg4ZpYPkw/s400/IMG_3308_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hawaiian Haystacks.&lt;/span&gt; A &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dinnertime staple&lt;/span&gt; around here. It has been FOREVER &amp;amp; it was when I was growing up too. They are &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;really quick, relatively cheap, made with stuff I usually have on hand &amp;amp; a definite crowd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; They are also &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Z's&lt;/span&gt; FAVORITE meal.&lt;/span&gt; Inevitably as the dinner hour approaches she'll ask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Z: "Mom, what's for dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "Chicken." (not always of course, but we do eat A LOT of chicken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Z: "Is it my favorite?" (she seriously asks this EVERY time we have chicken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "YES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Z: "Yeah!!!!" (happy dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least tonight that was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gist&lt;/span&gt; of our conversation. There are plenty of times when the answer is "no" &amp;amp; then I know what's coming next...."a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;www&lt;/span&gt; Mom, I don't like this stuff....why don't you ever make my favorite???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The thing is....I DO make it.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-7810257273229249638?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7810257273229249638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7810257273229249638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7810257273229249638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7810257273229249638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-my-favorite.html' title='&quot;Is it my favorite?&quot;'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4wnp7hkTnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/F7Xg4ZpYPkw/s72-c/IMG_3308_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2663381891218532520</id><published>2008-01-13T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:19.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times in life when we must &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;live vicariously&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes, it is just necessary.&lt;/span&gt; Case in &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4r_GbhkTfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KP-oLFT4abY/s1600-h/IMG_3285_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155213209411800562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4r_GbhkTfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KP-oLFT4abY/s400/IMG_3285_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;point...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grandma's garden&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to have a garden&lt;/span&gt; in our backyard, BUT feasibly at this point....uh, not gonna happen. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Someday&lt;/span&gt;....... &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;BUT, for the time being, we are lucky enough to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;enjoy the "fruits"&lt;/span&gt; (haha, no pun intended)&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; of Grandma's labor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4sDK7hkTmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2m08qFgeHkc/s1600-h/IMG_3294_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155217684767723106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4sDK7hkTmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2m08qFgeHkc/s200/IMG_3294_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Plus the kids get to have a little "gardening" experience. Nothing is more fun that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eating fresh fruits &amp;amp; veggies that have grown right before your eyes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4r_ULhkTgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7NXiZXahPqY/s1600-h/IMG_3294_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are SO much more &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;delectable&lt;/span&gt; than the stuff we get at the store (even from our beloved Market!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4sASbhkTiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k9CbDfDpf6U/s1600-h/IMG_3289_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155214515081858594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4sASbhkTiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k9CbDfDpf6U/s320/IMG_3289_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never thought I'd see the day that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MY kids&lt;/span&gt; would &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eat &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomatoes &lt;/span&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apples&lt;/span&gt;, but they all do....seriously....&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4sCv7hkTlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TNYUJLBVM7k/s1600-h/IMG_3278_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155217220911255122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4sCv7hkTlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TNYUJLBVM7k/s320/IMG_3278_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do remember that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my opinion of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; changed&lt;/span&gt; when I was about 10-years-old &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;had my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;first fresh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; from my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grandpa N's garden&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;mmmmmm...I can still taste it....&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a big slice with just a little salt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt; After that I had a new view of tomatoes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT, I still don't eat them like apples...a girl's gotta have limits&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-2663381891218532520?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2663381891218532520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2663381891218532520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2663381891218532520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2663381891218532520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandmas-garden.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4r_GbhkTfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KP-oLFT4abY/s72-c/IMG_3285_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-2747919240207928713</id><published>2008-01-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:21.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Beauty Salon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mF3LhkTXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ay1NFxpuNzg/s1600-h/IMG_3252_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154798431535123826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mF3LhkTXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ay1NFxpuNzg/s200/IMG_3252_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not many 5-year-old girls&lt;/span&gt; who get to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;get their hair cut in a fancy salon&lt;/span&gt; (at least those who are living on our budget!), but &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my little Z just happens to be one of the lucky few&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Our stylist&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;divine Miss J, also happens to be one of the best friends I have ever...or will ever...have&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; she is sweet enough to give us a really GREAT deal. (We've been friends for over 20 YEARS!!! Now THAT makes me feel old.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154800475939556834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mHuLhkTeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zWeUPhVclE4/s400/IMG_3255_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today it was time for a trim &amp;amp; so Z &amp;amp; I headed out, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just the 2 of us&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a little girl time&lt;/span&gt;. Z was a bit nervous, but really enjoyed being pampered. It was her &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;first time having her hair washed in "the big bowl"&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; she obviously really enjoyed it! :) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We all know that is THE BEST part of a haircut!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mGxLhkTZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FMEpkFRfEU0/s1600-h/IMG_3258_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154799427967536530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mGxLhkTZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FMEpkFRfEU0/s200/IMG_3258_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mHCLhkTbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SV237kKFICc/s1600-h/IMG_3261_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154799720025312690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mHCLhkTbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SV237kKFICc/s200/IMG_3261_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mHCLhkTbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SV237kKFICc/s1600-h/IMG_3261_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154799599766228386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mG7LhkTaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DXTsf8nHPzg/s200/IMG_3259_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As we were walking into the salon our conversation went a bit like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Z: "Mom, are you getting your hair cut today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: "No, mine takes a long time because I get color put in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Z: "What color do you get?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: "&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Just brown&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Z: "I want to get color too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weeelllll&lt;/span&gt;, maybe when you're all grown up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Z: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: "What color do you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Z: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"PINK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mHKbhkTcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/d4_P259efoI/s1600-h/IMG_3263_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154799861759233474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mHKbhkTcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/d4_P259efoI/s200/IMG_3263_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Z is also blessed with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;amazing, naturally curly hair&lt;/span&gt;...so when she gets a cut she has layers put in so that it will curl up easily....making life easier for Mom. Even though sometimes she wishes for "smooth" hair, I think that she is oh so lucky &amp;amp; absolutely STUNNING with her beautiful curly locks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154799973428383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mHQ7hkTdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mz5bSggTmeE/s400/IMG_3264_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;All done...what a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/span&gt; girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(even without the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-2747919240207928713?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2747919240207928713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=2747919240207928713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2747919240207928713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/2747919240207928713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/trip-to-beauty-salon.html' title='Trip to the Beauty Salon'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4mF3LhkTXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ay1NFxpuNzg/s72-c/IMG_3252_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6088635414951985670</id><published>2008-01-11T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:22.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamorous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Miss Z had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; with her cousin, little L&lt;/span&gt;. Not only are Z &amp;amp; L cousins, but also &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GREAT friends&lt;/span&gt;. It has been such a treat for us because L's family lives just minutes away. After they had tired of playing ponies, jumping on the trampoline &amp;amp; eating left over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;candy canes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they decided to get REALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;putting on "makeup" &amp;amp; painting their nails&lt;/span&gt;. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;foreseeing&lt;/span&gt; a possible mess, I sent them into my bathroom to primp....as far from carpet &amp;amp; furniture as possible. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154460451968666962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4hSeLhkTVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZpxEPzbs1h8/s400/IMG_3250_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As the baby was napping &amp;amp; little man L was off on his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt;, I enjoyed a few quiet minutes folding laundry &amp;amp; answering emails. I suddenly realized that the girls were quiet, TOO quiet. I decided to go investigate. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I discovered two very glittery &amp;amp; glamorous little girls who had not only covered themselves in sparkles, but the bathroom too!&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, you're only 5 once right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154460739731475810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4hSu7hkTWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oz9ccXi0EN4/s400/IMG_3249_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lookin&lt;/span&gt;' good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4194246685653357279-6088635414951985670?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6088635414951985670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6088635414951985670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6088635414951985670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6088635414951985670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/glamorous.html' title='Glamorous'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4hSeLhkTVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZpxEPzbs1h8/s72-c/IMG_3250_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-4612574538302497002</id><published>2008-01-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:22.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Shopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4bvmbhkTTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f0-DbRBCzA4/s1600-h/IMG_3235_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154070267074727218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4bvmbhkTTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f0-DbRBCzA4/s400/IMG_3235_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyone who knows me well, knows that I&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; am the queen of coupons, clearance &amp;amp; close-outs&lt;/span&gt;. In other words&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I LOVE a good deal&lt;/span&gt;. So imagine my delight today when I popped over to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt; (one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE stores) for some drawer dividers &amp;amp; discovered that they had just &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;marked down the overstock of toys from Christmas to 75% off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wooohooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4bv0rhkTUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bCSUfzWvjP4/s1600-h/IMG_3242_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154070511887863106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4bv0rhkTUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bCSUfzWvjP4/s400/IMG_3242_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I scurried through the aisles, (as I had very little time before I needed to pick up L from preschool), elbowed my way through the crowds &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; stuffed 2 carts full of all kinds of toys&lt;/span&gt;. I think I got pretty much everything I will need for birthday parties this year as well as a few little goodies for my own kiddos. Eighteen items, all for under $100!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whew, it was fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Those little red stickers make me simply giddy!&lt;/span&gt; I may just head back over there tomorrow for a more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leisurely&lt;/span&gt; exploration of the playtime possibilities. ;)&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/4194246685653357279-4612574538302497002?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4612574538302497002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=4612574538302497002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4612574538302497002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4612574538302497002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/super-shopper.html' title='Super Shopper'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4bvmbhkTTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f0-DbRBCzA4/s72-c/IMG_3235_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-127129007042261638</id><published>2008-01-09T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:23.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Market, To Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4W1C7hkTKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vBd79JHO69o/s1600-h/IMG_3214_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153724410538249378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4W1C7hkTKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vBd79JHO69o/s400/IMG_3214_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once a week, my kids &amp;amp; I head off for our weekly rendezvous to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the local farmer's market&lt;/span&gt;, known to our family as simply &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The Market"&lt;/span&gt; or affectionately as the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"fruits &amp;amp; begetables store."&lt;/span&gt; I love it there. I love that I can get &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tons of fruits &amp;amp; veggies&lt;/span&gt; for my brood &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;without breaking the bank&lt;/span&gt; and that we can try a wide variety of healthy options. It can also be fun naming the colors of things &amp;amp; discovering unknown treasures. That is the ideal of course. This can happen with one, maybe 2 kids in tow, but when you are talking about THREE....well then it basically turns into get in, get it done &amp;amp; GET OUT! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bribery is usually involved&lt;/span&gt; especially for Mr. L as he &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;seems to have a hard time staying in the cart, not pulling down every neatly stacked pile of fruit he sees and keeping the noise to a reasonable decibel level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4W3-LhkTOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4K5dFsaAYBY/s1600-h/IMG_3222_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153727627468754146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4W3-LhkTOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4K5dFsaAYBY/s400/IMG_3222_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What bliss for me today as I only had ONE child with me.&lt;/span&gt; Turns out&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Miss B has learned her brother's tricks&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; spent the entire time trying to climb the vegetable stands &amp;amp; doing amazing feats of aerobatics in order to wiggle her way out of the cart. It never fails, as I am scrambling down the aisles with one hand trying to keep the baby stationary &amp;amp; the other pushing the cart, that we&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; see another young family perusing the produce&lt;/span&gt;. This one had a child, no older than Miss B,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; sitting sedately in his cart&lt;/span&gt; with an arm protectively clutching a cauliflower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was no climbing, no fussing, no screaming (happy, sad or otherwise!), no sampling, no throwing and certainly no destruction of displays!&lt;/span&gt; I eyed this calm mother, smiled &amp;amp; wondered how she did it....not one of my kids was EVER that calm when faced with such exciting opportunities for mischief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153732738479836402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4W8nrhkTPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/adcFeexOf8o/s400/IMG_3216_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My kids must just REALLY love produce. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/4194246685653357279-127129007042261638?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/127129007042261638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=127129007042261638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/127129007042261638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/127129007042261638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-market-to-market.html' title='To Market, To Market'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4W1C7hkTKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vBd79JHO69o/s72-c/IMG_3214_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-6605742869469954862</id><published>2008-01-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:23.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School...Preschool that is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4RbErhkTII/AAAAAAAAAFs/dd4QZUP6sKg/s1600-h/IMG_3206_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153344009579809922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4RbErhkTII/AAAAAAAAAFs/dd4QZUP6sKg/s400/IMG_3206_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L's first day back to preschool&lt;/span&gt;. It's been awhile...he started back in September, BUT, well...lets just say that he wasn't QUITE ready. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, something about teacher's in tears, inability to sit still, overzealous friendliness....now don't get me wrong, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;he is NOT NAUGHTY, just busy, busy, busy&lt;/span&gt;...I guess just a normal 3 (then 2) year old little boy. (Lucky for us he was attending his Aunt H's preschool &amp;amp; so we got special attention....I NEVER would have sent him that young if he hadn't been going with family.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Huh, I guess there IS a reason preschools don't accept kids under 3. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;But just look at that face...how could HE give anyone a moment's trouble?!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.....we know the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just seconds after I took the above picture, I said&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..."hey buddy, turn around so I can see your backpack...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what I got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153347406898941074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4ReKbhkTJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/M3MNtH0yiQ4/s400/IMG_3210_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.....now THAT is the true spirit of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my little man&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;endlessly silly, amazingly outgoing, such a smarty and quite the chatterbox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BTW, he &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;had a GREAT day&lt;/span&gt;. Looks like 4 months really does make a world of difference when you're 3.&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/4194246685653357279-6605742869469954862?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6605742869469954862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=6605742869469954862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6605742869469954862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/6605742869469954862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-schoolpreschool-that-is.html' title='Back to School...Preschool that is...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4RbErhkTII/AAAAAAAAAFs/dd4QZUP6sKg/s72-c/IMG_3206_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-8347922448495938837</id><published>2008-01-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:23.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blond-haired, Blue-eyed Baby B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4L0lrhkTHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cuwlk_pg1L8/s1600-h/IMG_3194_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152949851841121394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4L0lrhkTHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cuwlk_pg1L8/s400/IMG_3194_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before Rob &amp;amp; I had kids, we were sure they would be of the &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dark-haired&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green-eyed&lt;/span&gt; variety. After all, that's what both of us looked like, what else could we possibly get? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wellllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;...the mysteries of genetics threw us for a loop when our first child was born with &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dark hair&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not green&lt;/span&gt;, but big &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; eyes. Surely it must be some fluke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When our son was born, he was a bit more what of what we had originally expected...&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dark hair&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hazely&lt;/span&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But along came #3, Miss B, AND as if our kids couldn't possibly look any MORE different from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;...she surprises us again with not only &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; eyes, but &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair to boot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What on earth could be next?!?&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/4194246685653357279-8347922448495938837?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8347922448495938837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=8347922448495938837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8347922448495938837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/8347922448495938837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/blond-haired-blue-eyed-baby-b.html' title='Blond-haired, Blue-eyed Baby B'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4L0lrhkTHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cuwlk_pg1L8/s72-c/IMG_3194_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-3849079103036628332</id><published>2008-01-06T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:23.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Cloudy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4GSm7hkTGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n8ECsdgpDos/s1600-h/IMG_5780_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152560646199725154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4GSm7hkTGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n8ECsdgpDos/s400/IMG_5780_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we woke up this morning and saw a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;grey sky thick with heavy clouds&lt;/span&gt;, I was delighted! Being a true Arizona native, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I absolutely LOVE cloudy, rainy days&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose if I lived somewhere like Seattle, I would blog "ode to a sunny day," but not here in the Valley of the Sun where we have nearly 300 sunny days a year. We relish the rain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not only do I love cloudy days for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; potential rain (which we sorely need here in the desert), but also for their beauty. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am seriously a cloud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;notice clouds, their shape, color and size....the way they spread across the sky and hover over the mountains. AND because I am also a photography fanatic, I love a cloudy day for the landscape photo potential and also for the perfect light it creates for portraits...soft &amp;amp; even...a giant light box in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Arizona has beautiful wide open skies and absolutely stunning sunsets and when you add a cloudy sky to that combination, it is nothing short of perfection. &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/4194246685653357279-3849079103036628332?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3849079103036628332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=3849079103036628332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3849079103036628332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3849079103036628332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/ode-to-cloudy-day.html' title='Ode to a Cloudy Day'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4GSm7hkTGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n8ECsdgpDos/s72-c/IMG_5780_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-5966994950617125424</id><published>2008-01-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:25.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to kids...EXPECT the UNexpected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FmK7hkS7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iJgJqTubt8A/s1600-h/IMG_3148_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152511786651765682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FmK7hkS7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iJgJqTubt8A/s400/IMG_3148_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard in a talk in church about 6 months ago that part of the way this certain family maintains &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unity&lt;/span&gt; is by taking monthly day trips to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;explore Arizona&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, I thought! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How cool is that!&lt;/span&gt; AND since Arizona is an amazingly beautiful and interesting place...there are unending opportunities for exciting exploration. I rallied the troops...mainly my hubby...&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we really got excited about this idea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we thought we would begin. Since we were taking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;day trip&lt;/span&gt; to visit family for a holiday party anyway, why not &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;add a little cultural experience&lt;/span&gt; to our excursion?!? Just a quick stop of course, but worthwhile none the less! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so the 7 of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(my sister &amp;amp; her husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joined in on the fun) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;set about &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;exploring out first location...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Besh&lt;/span&gt; Ba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gowah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Archaeological&lt;/span&gt; Park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in Globe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(say that 10x fast...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FsH7hkTCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b7MqoU4dRcc/s1600-h/IMG_3141_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518332181924898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FsH7hkTCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b7MqoU4dRcc/s320/IMG_3141_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the fun started when befo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FvMbhkTEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Cr3lPBB2sPM/s1600-h/IMG_3157_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152521708026219586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FvMbhkTEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Cr3lPBB2sPM/s200/IMG_3157_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re we even ente&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FnRbhkS-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/teBeZs_ZrTQ/s1600-h/IMG_3157_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;red the park when little Miss B decided to overflow her diaper &amp;amp; I mean REALLY overflow. Not to be put down, we just&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FpJrhkS_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hYGzGP79S3s/s1600-h/IMG_3141_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; clean her up, scooped her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;into daddy's jacket &amp;amp; set off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Truly we did have a blast exploring the ancient Indian ruins, checking out the little museum and learning a little about the way the Indians had lived. We were pleasantly enjoying our outing, preparing to head out, when &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;little man L starts the potty dance&lt;/span&gt;. Now he had JUST gone no more than 45 minutes previous so I thought he was exaggerating...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ummmmm m&lt;/span&gt; no. That wasn't just a pee pee dance, that was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the BIG poo poo dance&lt;/span&gt;! By the time I got to him it was, well, a bit too late, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; A LOT too late. Yep you guessed it folks, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;two pooped pants&lt;/span&gt; that day, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all for the bargain price of admission to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Besh&lt;/span&gt; Ba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gowah&lt;/span&gt; Park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152523206969805906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FwjrhkTFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ce_xqjtHMMA/s320/IMG_3176_4bloh.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope this isn't an omen for our future Arizona adventures. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta love the L man's post clean up dance. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;C&amp;amp;J: I hope we didn't scare you away from having kids!&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/4194246685653357279-5966994950617125424?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5966994950617125424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=5966994950617125424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5966994950617125424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/5966994950617125424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-it-comes-to-kidsexpect-unexpected.html' title='When it comes to kids...EXPECT the UNexpected!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R4FmK7hkS7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iJgJqTubt8A/s72-c/IMG_3148_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-3609495416881880126</id><published>2008-01-04T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:25.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PbrhkS0I/AAAAAAAAADM/y2rJhBYNaZU/s1600-h/IMG_3119_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151853466949536578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PbrhkS0I/AAAAAAAAADM/y2rJhBYNaZU/s400/IMG_3119_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The dishes...bane of my existance...the neverending chore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why oh why does it feel like I am endlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;standing at the kitchen sink??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I suppose that part of the reason is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;children,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151853084697447218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s400/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who are still a bit young to REALLY help out in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;particular area, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;create LOTS of dirty dishes&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my darling husband&lt;/span&gt;, who helps out in SO MANY other ways, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DOES NOT do dishes&lt;/span&gt;. It is by far his least favorite chore, and perhaps becoming mine as well...no wait, scrubbing the hard water stains off the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hower is FARRRRR worse (but fortunately that doesn't have to be done every day)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, there must be imprints of my feet in the floor in front of that well-worn kitchen sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well, since&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; a thing for shiny, EMPTY sinks and clear countertops&lt;/span&gt;...I will continue my love affair with the dishwasher.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have a REALLY cute assistant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(no worries concerned parents, it is a BUTTER knife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not THAT bad of a mom! ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And yes, tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the dishes are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;done! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PFbhkSzI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZarSbGGVbkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-3609495416881880126?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3609495416881880126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=3609495416881880126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3609495416881880126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/3609495416881880126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/dirty-dishes.html' title='Dirty Dishes'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R38PbrhkS0I/AAAAAAAAADM/y2rJhBYNaZU/s72-c/IMG_3119_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7456259869416194841</id><published>2008-01-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:25.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darnest Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;little L&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chattiest 3-year-old boy&lt;/span&gt; I've ever met. He has been quite verbose for a LONG time which, at his age &amp;amp; for his gender, is pretty unusual. It is no surprise, therefore, that he &amp;amp; I have had some great discussions. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He cracks me up on a daily basis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;For example, today while perusing the 99 Cent Only store, he says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R33LQbhkSwI/AAAAAAAAACs/-kNkUkHlH-A/s1600-h/IMG_0814_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151497031908608770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R33LQbhkSwI/AAAAAAAAACs/-kNkUkHlH-A/s400/IMG_0814_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L:&lt;/span&gt; "Hey Mom, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;where do stomachs come from&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; (doing some quick thinking here), they come from Heavenly Father buddy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L:&lt;/span&gt; "Oh, (then he folds his arms &amp;amp; bows his head right there in the shopping cart &amp;amp; says:) &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for my stomach."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt; for ya. He is also always the one to shout out..."we forgot to say the prayer!!" before EVERY meal...at ANY location. We have had lots of blessings on the food in all kinds of places....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;, parks, friends houses...you name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks for being an example to me little man &amp;amp; for the record, I'm grateful for my stomach too. :)&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/4194246685653357279-7456259869416194841?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7456259869416194841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7456259869416194841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7456259869416194841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7456259869416194841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darnest Things...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R33LQbhkSwI/AAAAAAAAACs/-kNkUkHlH-A/s72-c/IMG_0814_4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-4760609811434388669</id><published>2008-01-02T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to 2 Very Important Women in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151091578405931666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R3xaf7hkSpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hNmyed2UFNc/s400/IMG_33734blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First, wishing a very &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to one of my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;very best friends&lt;/span&gt; who,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....lucky for me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;also happens to be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love ya Jess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't know where I'd be without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R3xh_rhkSuI/AAAAAAAAACc/FBKoR9lm6wU/s1600-h/IMG_2012_4blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151099820448172770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R3xh_rhkSuI/AAAAAAAAACc/FBKoR9lm6wU/s400/IMG_2012_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my mother-in-law,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Norma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I miss you everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-4760609811434388669?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4760609811434388669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=4760609811434388669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4760609811434388669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/4760609811434388669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-2-very-important.html' title='Happy Birthday to 2 Very Important Women in My Life'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R3xaf7hkSpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hNmyed2UFNc/s72-c/IMG_33734blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194246685653357279.post-7887163205972409403</id><published>2008-01-01T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:26.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150737161999633010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R3sYKLhkSnI/AAAAAAAAABk/fxMwCmNH8yA/s400/IMG_3072._4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhh, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new beginnings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.....full of&lt;/span&gt; possibility, ripe with opportunity....unfettered....unknown. Does that sound eloquent? I'm really not, but feel like on this, my first post, I should be at least a little profound. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here, at the beginning of this new year, I begin the journey of a blogger. To tell about pieces of me, my simple, ordinary, day to day experiences that I feel like I must record or allow to be lost forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I can't forget this"...I often say to myself as I watch my children grow &amp;amp; change and watch myself grow &amp;amp; change along with them. But I know I am forgetting things &amp;amp; will continue to forget things if I don't record them. And so I begin this online journal. I am eager &amp;amp; optimistic, but trying to be realistic too as most of my days are quite hectic &amp;amp; most of my nights are interrupted (3 kids, ages 5 &amp;amp; under will do that to you!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My fingers are itching to fill up this clean slate with stories, thoughts, opinions &amp;amp; dreams. Stay tuned...who knows what may come. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND in conclusion I must give homage to the popular ritual of fresh beginnings &amp;amp; resolutions to "get organized"....(which is ALWAYS one of my goals)....with an image of my new planner (thanks Mom). I absolutely LOVE it! It is so fun &amp;amp; soooo how my brain works. It is pretty &amp;amp; clean &amp;amp; ready to be filled up with the dizzying thoughts in my head. I am off to make lists &amp;amp; plans. Ahh, organization does my heart good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150737161999633026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R3sYKLhkSoI/AAAAAAAAABs/5OoPs1QS_CM/s400/IMG_3078_4blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194246685653357279-7887163205972409403?l=storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7887163205972409403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194246685653357279&amp;postID=7887163205972409403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7887163205972409403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194246685653357279/posts/default/7887163205972409403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyofanordinarylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/beginning.html' title='The Beginning...'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/TP0e3i9rReI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E3oEEoEvJhE/S220/DSC_0681color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAkCdYW_cvk/R3sYKLhkSnI/AAAAAAAAABk/fxMwCmNH8yA/s72-c/IMG_3072._4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
