<?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-29786109</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:28:38.012-07:00</updated><category term='high school'/><category term='Mary Kay'/><category term='talent show'/><category term='Tinkerbell'/><category term='Avon'/><category term='school'/><category term='EMT'/><title type='text'>SHAYLONDON'S SHINING STARS!!</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS BLOG IS FOR ALL OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS TO KEEP UP WITH OUR FAMILY. PLEASE CHECK BACK OFTEN, CUZ I TRY TO POST FREQUENTLY. YOU COULD ALSO CHECK OUT MY FACEBOOK FOR MORE UP TO DATE INFO</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-5740918272097402906</id><published>2010-04-23T17:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:36:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to blogging</title><content type='html'>So I've just updated my blog layout, and now I'm hoping to get back to blogging in all my spare time. I do so many things on FB that I've forgotten about blogging. So, here's to giving it another try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-5740918272097402906?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/5740918272097402906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=5740918272097402906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/5740918272097402906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/5740918272097402906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-blogging.html' title='back to blogging'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-5042533049111428317</id><published>2009-04-01T13:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:25:01.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;APRIL FOOLS!! I'm not really pregnant. It was believable though wasn't it? Admit it, you thought I was crazy didn't you. That's ok. I love you anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SdPMUKym2TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O_BKpIKMI3Q/s1600-h/big_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SdPMUKym2TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O_BKpIKMI3Q/s320/big_smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820231720753458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I did FINALLY fool Grayson though. I left it on his voicemail, and he called back and said (in a whisper) "serious?" I couldn't help it. I started laughing and told him no.  He's usually so hard to fool, but I got him. hee hee. He said it's going to backfire on me and I'll end up really being prego, so I'm going to buy a test to prove him wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!&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/29786109-5042533049111428317?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/5042533049111428317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=5042533049111428317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/5042533049111428317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/5042533049111428317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SdPMUKym2TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O_BKpIKMI3Q/s72-c/big_smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-99815663359188028</id><published>2009-04-01T09:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:39:24.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SdOYW3_nS5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j-3e96gzkY8/s1600-h/baby+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SdOYW3_nS5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j-3e96gzkY8/s320/baby+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319763103609998226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a picture of the most recent addition to our family. I'm 14 weeks right now and they think it's a boy. We haven't told the kids yet, but will soon. So we'll have 3 girls and 4 boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-99815663359188028?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/99815663359188028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=99815663359188028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/99815663359188028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/99815663359188028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-baby-7.html' title='Welcome Baby #7'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SdOYW3_nS5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j-3e96gzkY8/s72-c/baby+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-6883878882719838217</id><published>2009-02-10T12:03:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:26:08.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6 month b-day Aidan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK, so I know it's been 6 months already since he was born, but that's why I'm putting these on here. Aidan had his six month birthday on the 6th and I can't believe it's been that long already. He took the longest of the six kids to get here (26 hours of labor or something), and ended up in the NICU. My water had been broken for about 4 days we figured and so they had to keep him there on antibiotics. It was the worst experience I've had with having a baby. All the other kids were easy, quick, and stayed in my room with me. They never left my sight or Grayson's.  So to have Aidan on the other side of the hospital wing was very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me at my diaper shower. Since I already had 2 boys before him, I didn't really need anything except diapers. If anyone is having a baby and already has everything. I definately suggest having a diaper shower. I still have not bought a pack of diapers and he's 6 months old. That's how many packs of diapers I received. It was AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQO9fB-2I/AAAAAAAAANk/lF1B9HQYKHM/s1600-h/1002696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQO9fB-2I/AAAAAAAAANk/lF1B9HQYKHM/s320/1002696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301247191833246562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was after he was born, they let me hold him for a few min. Then they had to take him and give him oxygen because he was grunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQPw5ACRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jkWPHYflo7k/s1600-h/1002767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQPw5ACRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jkWPHYflo7k/s320/1002767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301247205632379154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gray got to hold him first too. Have you ever seen a more proud papa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQPnvo9WI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xIcbRX4vJm4/s1600-h/1002763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQPnvo9WI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xIcbRX4vJm4/s320/1002763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301247203177198946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here they are giving him the oxygen and pounding on his back. It didn't help, so they sent him to the NICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQPP7eGnI/AAAAAAAAANs/ehmKf_8Kpy0/s1600-h/1002751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQPP7eGnI/AAAAAAAAANs/ehmKf_8Kpy0/s320/1002751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301247196784368242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he looked the next time I saw him.  I cried and cried. The thing on he head is a c-pap machine. It was basically forcing the air into his lungs so his lungs could rest and not use up so much energy. He also has a heart monitor, and an IV, and a blood pressure cuff on his leg, and a tube going into his stomach to let out any goup, or gasses, or something. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQQIIxywI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2LTW1rKhCvU/s1600-h/1002782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQQIIxywI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2LTW1rKhCvU/s320/1002782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301247211872570114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he looks today. Happy, and healthy.  Happy birthday Aidan Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHUAtXefFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sFL7vC3OAE4/s1600-h/100_3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHUAtXefFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sFL7vC3OAE4/s320/100_3549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301251345034935378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-6883878882719838217?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/6883878882719838217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=6883878882719838217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/6883878882719838217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/6883878882719838217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-6-month-b-day-aidan.html' title='Happy 6 month b-day Aidan'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D454DCBCI3s/SZHQO9fB-2I/AAAAAAAAANk/lF1B9HQYKHM/s72-c/1002696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-1526834201756933544</id><published>2009-01-08T08:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:41:06.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time away</title><content type='html'>So I guess it's been a while since I checked out my blog. I am up on facebook now and check that more often. So if you're interested check me out there. I'll try to add more here when I can though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-1526834201756933544?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com' title='Long time away'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1526834201756933544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=1526834201756933544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/1526834201756933544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/1526834201756933544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-away.html' title='Long time away'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-2030265761875201385</id><published>2007-11-28T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:23:55.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Grade wax museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, Brooklyn's 6th grade class did a History Hall of Fame Wax Museum. All the kids picked a famous person from history and did a report on them. They also did a power point presentation, and actually made a wax museum. All the kids dressed up as their person, and were the wax figures in the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Brooklyn chose Queen Nzinga from Africa. Obviously she is dark skinned and so I put foundation on her to make her skin black. The picture below shows that we forgot to do her hands...Don't worry, we fixed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03sigJ_6dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZiP4ve_Nmp0/s1600-h/100_2276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03sigJ_6dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZiP4ve_Nmp0/s320/100_2276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138022827391183314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                      Queen Nzinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03shAJ_6ZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/teS1jcivIqU/s1600-h/100_2281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03shAJ_6ZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/teS1jcivIqU/s320/100_2281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138022801621379474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                         George Washington (Brooklyn's best friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03shgJ_6aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mDvgjv9HqBQ/s1600-h/100_2280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03shgJ_6aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mDvgjv9HqBQ/s320/100_2280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138022810211314082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                    Mary Kay Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03shwJ_6bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iQalk-KNtVE/s1600-h/100_2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03shwJ_6bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iQalk-KNtVE/s320/100_2279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138022814506281394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                             The guy who invented the I-pod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03siQJ_6cI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vqGd_QrQb9U/s1600-h/100_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03siQJ_6cI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vqGd_QrQb9U/s320/100_2278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138022823096216002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                           Cesar Chavez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03roQJ_6UI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pUH0XGUaVQ4/s1600-h/100_2298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03roQJ_6UI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pUH0XGUaVQ4/s320/100_2298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021826663803202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                          Sacagawea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03rogJ_6VI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HrslVCNsHlU/s1600-h/100_2288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03rogJ_6VI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HrslVCNsHlU/s320/100_2288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021830958770514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                           Natalie Coughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03rpAJ_6WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HWuKce3cQZM/s1600-h/100_2286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03rpAJ_6WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HWuKce3cQZM/s320/100_2286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021839548705122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                          Dian Fossey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03rpgJ_6XI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_uvje1WN6PI/s1600-h/100_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03rpgJ_6XI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_uvje1WN6PI/s320/100_2284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021848138639730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03rqAJ_6YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QYs-EdjtV0E/s1600-h/100_2282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03rqAJ_6YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QYs-EdjtV0E/s320/100_2282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021856728574338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                        Pat Tillman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qXgJ_6QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dLwS5xPh0zQ/s1600-h/100_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qXgJ_6QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dLwS5xPh0zQ/s320/100_2304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138020439389366530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qXAJ_6PI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lW3OfxSmG2U/s1600-h/100_2305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qXAJ_6PI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lW3OfxSmG2U/s320/100_2305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138020430799431922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                  Susan B. Anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qaAJ_6RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/crNrb6ec1uo/s1600-h/100_2301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qaAJ_6RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/crNrb6ec1uo/s320/100_2301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138020482339039506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                        Samuel Morse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qagJ_6SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/29O9MjNpWCA/s1600-h/100_2295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qagJ_6SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/29O9MjNpWCA/s320/100_2295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138020490928974114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                             Benjamin Franklin, see the kite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qcgJ_6TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SRTe2CSXPuA/s1600-h/100_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03qcgJ_6TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SRTe2CSXPuA/s320/100_2294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138020525288712498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                           Betsy Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pVQJ_6KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JFt73c5VOvs/s1600-h/100_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pVQJ_6KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JFt73c5VOvs/s320/100_2311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138019301223032994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                       Queen Nzinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pWQJ_6LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h76g_OJIS6c/s1600-h/100_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pWQJ_6LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h76g_OJIS6c/s320/100_2310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138019318402902194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                     Queen Nzinga eating at the Golden Spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pWwJ_6MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/stTS36-ifKA/s1600-h/100_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pWwJ_6MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/stTS36-ifKA/s320/100_2307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138019326992836802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Authentic African decorations from my friend Tsige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pXgJ_6NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pn9yZE9EBnQ/s1600-h/100_2293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pXgJ_6NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pn9yZE9EBnQ/s320/100_2293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138019339877738706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pYQJ_6OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-Kat8pi-B8/s1600-h/100_2292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03pYQJ_6OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-Kat8pi-B8/s320/100_2292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138019352762640610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not sure what the white pole is for...but, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oKgJ_6FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ypzqm-kJ9gY/s1600-h/100_2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oKgJ_6FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ypzqm-kJ9gY/s320/100_2317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138018017027811410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oLAJ_6GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i0eX3VVkOP0/s1600-h/100_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oLAJ_6GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i0eX3VVkOP0/s320/100_2316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138018025617746018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oLgJ_6HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OkJiTNow-Vk/s1600-h/100_2315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oLgJ_6HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OkJiTNow-Vk/s320/100_2315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138018034207680626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oMAJ_6II/AAAAAAAAAF8/otrCwyuvqKQ/s1600-h/100_2314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oMAJ_6II/AAAAAAAAAF8/otrCwyuvqKQ/s320/100_2314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138018042797615234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oMQJ_6JI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NJeex5SXxT0/s1600-h/100_2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03oMQJ_6JI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NJeex5SXxT0/s320/100_2313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138018047092582546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R0499wJ_6eI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7IxgF5cbAY8/s1600-h/100_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R0499wJ_6eI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7IxgF5cbAY8/s320/100_2159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138112355984468450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is Brooklyn's skin color normally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-2030265761875201385?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/2030265761875201385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=2030265761875201385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/2030265761875201385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/2030265761875201385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2007/11/6th-grade-wax-museum.html' title='6th Grade wax museum'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/R03sigJ_6dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZiP4ve_Nmp0/s72-c/100_2276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-7311347619255673202</id><published>2007-09-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:01:12.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, Monday night we got to the hospital.  Captain Jack (4 yr old) got them in his hand. Basically Tootie got a hold of scissors and Cap'n Jack was trying to be a good big brother and take them away. Well, he grabbed the blades and Tootie closed the scissors on his hand.  He screamed!!! I was checking my email at the time and so I got up to check on him. I saw all the blood and ran his hand under the water. That's when I saw the fat under his skin and knew he'd need stitches. So I wrapped his hand in some gauze and an ace bandage (that's all I had), and we headed to the Urgent Care Center. Well, it was 9:15 or so and night, (I don't have insurance right now which is why I chose Urg Care), and BOTH Urgent Cares by my house closed at 8pm. I was SOOOO mad!!!!!! I did NOT want to go sit in the hospital for hours on end; I had to work the next day. Plus, I was 99% sure he needed stitches, but was afraid to go there cuz it would be my luck that we stay for hours and hours and rack up a huge bill just to find out he doesn't need stitches. Well, we went to the hospital anyways, cuz I knew he'd need stitches.  We waited for 3 hours before we got called back to a room. The doctor took one look and said he needed stitches. So they gave him a sedative to relax him and then went to stitch him up. Well, the lidocane wasn't working, so they had to give him more 2 more times. Finally it was numb enought to stitch. He got a whopping 3 stitches in the palm of his hand where the loose skin is by your thumb. So, next Monday, I'm going to see if he'll let me take them out. He cries and pulls away when I change the bandage, so I don't know if he'll let me or if I will have to  take him in to my work and have someone else take them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still recovering from getting home at 2am. I'm still exhausted, and I am going to bed now. So good nite all!!&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/29786109-7311347619255673202?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/7311347619255673202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=7311347619255673202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/7311347619255673202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/7311347619255673202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2007/09/stitches.html' title='Stitches'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-4474791364191357741</id><published>2007-09-03T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:31:40.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NREMT</title><content type='html'>Well, I took my NREMT test 3 weeks ago. I passed!!!!!!!! I am now a Nationally Registered Emergency Medical Technician. Now all I have to do is register with the state by sending in the paperwork. Then I can go ride with the Ambulances.YEA!!!! I am so proud of myself! Especially since I finished the class in December last year. I read the 700 page book the week before the test. Yes, in one week I read the whole book. That was insane!! Plus I am still working full time ( 4-10s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my EMT, once I go work for them, they will pay for me to become a paramedic. Like the police dept pays recruits. Then I'm sure I'll have to sign a contract for a year to stay with them. But after that I can go to school for 1 year and become a nurse.  After that I can become a Nurse Practitioner and make lots of money. YEA!!! So there's my long term goal. I'd really like to work in the baby nursery, NICU, or OB/GYN. That would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...That's my news. I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-4474791364191357741?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4474791364191357741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=4474791364191357741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/4474791364191357741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/4474791364191357741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2007/09/nremt.html' title='NREMT'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-6138698932246118356</id><published>2007-07-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:05:45.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sweet angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is the story of our friends who just lost their little girl. She was born with heart problems, and has had many operations. They have a website at &lt;a href="http://isons.org"&gt;Isons.org&lt;/a&gt;   where you can learn more about the heart operations and see more pictures of her family. Please pray for them throughout the day; They need support more than we will ever know, and I know Heavenly Father is carrying them right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Ro8rTpRtgWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iKh4b8HrOOg/s1600-h/Annika+Ison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Ro8rTpRtgWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iKh4b8HrOOg/s320/Annika+Ison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084330120822227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What Happened  to our little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will do  my best to tell the story of the last few days of Annika’s life and how she  returned to our Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Much of  the early part of this is taken from accounts given by Stephanie and other  family members that were present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stephanie  and the kids were attending a family reunion in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;geocode=&amp;q=fountain+green,+utah&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=40.107487,-111.19812&amp;amp;spn=1.659476,3.911133&amp;z=8&amp;amp;om=1" target="_blank"&gt;Fountain Green, Utah&lt;/a&gt;. Friday June 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, Annika was  out and about in her usual fashion (high octane).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She was playing with cousins, grandpas,  aunts, uncles, and anyone else she could find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She was acting just as normal and active as she has been for the last 18  months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She went into the trailer to  play on the beds and was there for only a few minutes when she started crying to  Steph that she was “stuck".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By the time Steph entered the  trailer she found Annika face down on the bed not moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Steph tried to get her to roll over, but when  she would not move, she picked her up and took her outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Annika alternated between being completely  limp and writhing, and complaining about her stomach hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Steph thought maybe she was over-tired  because of the late nights, or possibly something she had eaten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After about 20 minutes it was decided that  they should take her to the medical center in Nephi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On the 20 minute ride to Nephi,  Annika started to become less coherent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;While at Nephi, Annika “coded” (she stopped breathing). The staff  performed CPR and put a tube down her throat to help her breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They were able to revive her, but quickly  realized they were in over their heads due to her heart condition and medical  past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They contacted &lt;a href="http://intermountainhealthcare.org/xp/public/primary/" target="_blank"&gt;Primary Children’s Medical Center&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Salt Lake City&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and had a  helicopter sent to take Annika there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There was not enough room for Stephanie to ride in the helicopter so she  and my dad jumped in the car for the 2 hour drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On Monday (June 25) I had left  with my Venture Scouts for our Super Activity of SCUBA diving in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Catalina&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;CA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and beach camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My dad got a hold of me on Friday while they  were in Nephi to tell me that Annika was not doing very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was able to get a ticket for 5 pm that  night from LAX to SLC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I had to wait the  longest 4.5 hours of my life waiting for the plane to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I arrived in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salt&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at 8 pm Friday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By the time I got to the hospital,  things had pretty much calmed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Annika was on a respirator (a machine that helps her breathe) but seemed  to be overriding it with her own breathing (a very good sign).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Steph was holding up pretty well (largely  thanks to my dad) but was visibly shaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Annika was sedated and there was nothing to be done until the next  morning, so my dad headed back to the reunion, and Steph and I went to the  Nelsons house to stay. (Russ was a mission companion and college roommate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Without their help we would never have been  able to make it through this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That night Steph told me more  about the day and the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The  doctors believed that Annika had a “&lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=4611"&gt;heart-block&lt;/a&gt;”  and that is what caused the “sick” like symptoms and earlier issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;However they were concerned about possible  brain damage due to the lack of blood flow and her current condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We talked about as hard as things have been  the last few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; brain damage was something we were  not prepared for. We even talked about how we would almost rather loose Annika  than see her confined in a body and mind more broken than she already had. But  at that time we believed the chance of brain damage was slim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The next morning we got a phone  call from the hospital telling us that we needed to get there soon. We got to  the hospital as fast as we could, calling my parents to get the boys and bring  them to the hospital. We did not know how severe things were, but we thought if  anything was wrong we needed our entire family there. When we reached the  hospital Dr. Ventry told us that she had done a CAT scan the night before and  the results were not good. Annika had experienced a "devastating stroke" and  there was severe brain damage. The entire right side of her brain was damaged,  and the left center of her brain was severely damaged. The injuries were  irreversible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Apparently when Annika experience  the heart block, a blood clot (or multiple) formed and went to her brain cutting  off blood for major sections of the brain (a stroke). With this type of injury,  the brain starts to swell and continues to swell for 72 hours. We were less than  24 hours into Annika's injury, and already the swelling was reaching a critical  state. It was just a matter of time before she would die. The machines that were  keeping her alive right now would not even be able to prevent her death. There  was nothing we could do to save my little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our first response was to tell the  doctors that they needed to keep Annika alive until the boys made it to the  hospital. They were out of cell phone range and we had no idea where they were.  While we waiting my friend Russ, his wife Britney, and his father Elder Nelson  (a member of the &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=b4f4055b23710110VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD&amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=f6026db0580a1110VgnVCM100000176f620a____" target="_blank"&gt;Quorum of the Twelve Apostles&lt;/a&gt;) came to see Annika and give her  a &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=b4f4055b23710110VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD&amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=1ca36db0580a1110VgnVCM100000176f620a____" target="_blank"&gt;priesthood blessing&lt;/a&gt;. The things that Elder Nelson said and the  blessings he gave meant so much to Stephanie and I. It was at that time that I  found piece with what was happening with my daughter. The experience we had at  that time is very sacred and cherished by Stephanie and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A few minutes later Stephanie's  mother and sister arrived. They started driving up from Flagstaff, Az on Friday  when they heard. Not long after that, my parents, Ethan, Carter and my sister  arrived at the hospital. We talked to the boys before they came into the room,  and I am so proud of how my boys handled themselves. It took a little while, but  they each told their sister goodbye and gave her hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As a family we spent the next few  hours preparing for what we knew we had to do, and getting things ready. The  hospital made plaster impressions of her hand and feet. Stephanie combed and  fixed Annika's hair, painted her toe nails, and cut off a lock of hair to keep.  The boys picked out a blanket from the hospital for her. We all had the time to  do what we felt we needed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At 1:30 pm Saturday (MST) the boys  left the room (their choice) and we took the tube out of Annika's throat.  Stephanie held her in a rocking chair for about 10 minutes, and then I had a  chance for about 10 minutes. As I held her, her breathing started to become  more sporadic and shallow. I gave Annika back to Stephanie, and I sat as close  as I could as we watched our little girl take her last breath. It only took  about 30 from the time we stopped the respirator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The experience was much more  peaceful than I could have imagined and I am confident she was in no pain. She  just seemed to "go to sleep". Annika's grandparents and aunts held her for  another 30-40 minutes until we all felt like we could leave. Stephanie and I  wrapped her in her blanket and laid her down on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know there should be more but  right now this is where I need to end...&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/29786109-6138698932246118356?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/6138698932246118356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=6138698932246118356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/6138698932246118356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/6138698932246118356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-sweet-angel.html' title='Another sweet angel'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Ro8rTpRtgWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iKh4b8HrOOg/s72-c/Annika+Ison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-5132441505941983120</id><published>2007-07-01T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:29:48.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last month my niece Alyssa died in her sleep. She was 6 weeks old.  Here are some of the pictures of the funeral and viewing. Her mom, (Meatgrinder's sister), asked me to take pictures of her at the viewing.  She looked so sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh1_ZRtgHI/AAAAAAAAADk/VUFPvhyUisw/s1600-h/000_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh1_ZRtgHI/AAAAAAAAADk/VUFPvhyUisw/s320/000_0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082441911464984690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She looked just like a porcelain doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh1_pRtgII/AAAAAAAAADs/ylDWDir0mZI/s1600-h/000_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh1_pRtgII/AAAAAAAAADs/ylDWDir0mZI/s320/000_0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082441915759952002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is the bear the mortuary gave her mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2jZRtgMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QJK3h4y2-98/s1600-h/100_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2jZRtgMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QJK3h4y2-98/s320/100_1652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082442529940275394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard to see such a tiny casket. As soon as I saw it I had to leave the room to gain control. I just was not prepared for that sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2jpRtgNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V7Bm77L1zRA/s1600-h/100_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2jpRtgNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V7Bm77L1zRA/s320/100_1653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082442534235242706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is mom and dad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2AJRtgJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k8diIC2vvic/s1600-h/000_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2AJRtgJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k8diIC2vvic/s320/000_0161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082441924349886610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids wanted a picture with her. I tried to get Brooklyn in the photo, but she was crying too much and didn't want in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2ApRtgLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/k45JJzwn8F4/s1600-h/000_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2ApRtgLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/k45JJzwn8F4/s320/000_0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082441932939821234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are her sweet little hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2AZRtgKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OTxTTkNKRWg/s1600-h/000_0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2AZRtgKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OTxTTkNKRWg/s320/000_0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082441928644853922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of the luncheon after the funeral.  It was so nice seeing all the family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3RZRtgSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-bFbpUynvxQ/s1600-h/100_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3RZRtgSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-bFbpUynvxQ/s320/100_1659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082443320214257954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa is on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3RpRtgTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/N-8owycncoY/s1600-h/100_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3RpRtgTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/N-8owycncoY/s320/100_1657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082443324509225266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dad's family. Grandpa is on the left, with dad's brother in the middle with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3R5RtgUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i4dUu18cwIw/s1600-h/100_1660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3R5RtgUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i4dUu18cwIw/s320/100_1660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082443328804192578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mom standing up with dad, talking to her mom, Grammy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3SJRtgVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2m-E3UrV7Pc/s1600-h/100_1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3SJRtgVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2m-E3UrV7Pc/s320/100_1661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082443333099159890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossom, Miss A (Alyssa's big sister)  in the middle and Tinkerbelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3RJRtgRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vsoqC08I4J8/s1600-h/100_1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh3RJRtgRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vsoqC08I4J8/s320/100_1663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082443315919290642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2j5RtgOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mPlmfAQR5tM/s1600-h/100_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2j5RtgOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mPlmfAQR5tM/s320/100_1656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082442538530210018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossom, Triss, Stinky, Miss A, and Tinkerbelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2kZRtgQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q7nDnHNhLyg/s1600-h/100_1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2kZRtgQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q7nDnHNhLyg/s320/100_1664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082442547120144642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang, TootsieBella, and Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2kJRtgPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ofyOlzmbH9o/s1600-h/100_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh2kJRtgPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ofyOlzmbH9o/s320/100_1658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082442542825177330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was such a horribly wonderful experience having Alyssa die. She was such a sweet prescious spirit. She was here for one purpose, to bring joy to her family. She did just that and so much more. When she passed, we all had the opportunity to witness the pure love of Christ for her mom and family. When we went into the hospital room after she died, there was such peace in there. We were all extreamly sad of course, but it was a peacefull grief. It was full of joy in the room and not a heavy sorrow. It's hard to describe, but it was so very peacefull, I didn't want to leave the room. It was like a piece of Heaven was in that room. She was surrounded by family and friends that loved her and were witnessing to her of the Plan of Salvation. We had many great talks, her mom and I, about what happened, why it happened and where she goes from here. She grew up in the Church, but had left it temporarily. This experience has brought her back to church, she's taking the discussions and wants to be with Alyssa for Eternity. I had many opportunities to bear my testimony to her of Christ's love for her and Alyssa.  It was hard watching dad go thru this because he doesn't have the gospel and the knowledge that we have in the church. He wanted to have Alyssa baptised, but we all knew she didn't need to be because she was and is perfect. I am so glad I have the knowledge that I do about the Plan of Happiness and the Plan of Salvation. I know that alot of people reading this, may not have the same beliefs that I do. But I know that Christ died for us and was resurrected, and we will all live again and be together again. I know that with all my heart and soul and I know her mom will get the opportunity to raise her again. I bear you this testimony with all my heart, that Christ did live and die for us and we will all have the chance to see our loved ones again that have passed before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org"&gt;www.mormon.org &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-5132441505941983120?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/5132441505941983120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=5132441505941983120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/5132441505941983120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/5132441505941983120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-month-my-niece-alyssa-died-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Roh1_ZRtgHI/AAAAAAAAADk/VUFPvhyUisw/s72-c/000_0163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-4647875281171158232</id><published>2007-07-01T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:39:34.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamic duo's b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;So, Stinky and Tinkerbelle had their b-day this last weekend. They had a lot of fun. It was a luau at the community pool. There were a lot of kids and everyone had a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvtZRtgCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/edFwEngqgXU/s1600-h/100_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvtZRtgCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/edFwEngqgXU/s320/100_1714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082435005157572642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here's the Spongebob pinata. All my kids LOVE Spongebob. Especially Tootie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Rohvt5RtgDI/AAAAAAAAADE/RZYKKdlfawI/s1600-h/100_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Rohvt5RtgDI/AAAAAAAAADE/RZYKKdlfawI/s320/100_1715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082435013747507250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvuJRtgEI/AAAAAAAAADM/SmqZycgzCuY/s1600-h/100_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvuJRtgEI/AAAAAAAAADM/SmqZycgzCuY/s320/100_1717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082435018042474562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's my Tootie boy!!! Don't you love those dimples??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvuZRtgFI/AAAAAAAAADU/svnYM1TfJVU/s1600-h/100_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvuZRtgFI/AAAAAAAAADU/svnYM1TfJVU/s320/100_1720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082435022337441874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvHpRtgBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f4hagcnVCD4/s1600-h/100_1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvHpRtgBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f4hagcnVCD4/s320/100_1713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082434356617510930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvupRtgGI/AAAAAAAAADc/4E9wwf4MIwg/s1600-h/100_1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvupRtgGI/AAAAAAAAADc/4E9wwf4MIwg/s320/100_1719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082435026632409186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dad was wearing a lava-lava from his sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvGZRtf9I/AAAAAAAAACU/n_9irBBtY2Y/s1600-h/100_1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvGZRtf9I/AAAAAAAAACU/n_9irBBtY2Y/s320/100_1693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082434335142674386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here's Grammy with Stinky's favorite shirt. It's a pirate skull that says "a pirates life for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvG5Rtf-I/AAAAAAAAACc/GVbDp_QZjWM/s1600-h/100_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvG5Rtf-I/AAAAAAAAACc/GVbDp_QZjWM/s320/100_1694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082434343732608994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvHJRtf_I/AAAAAAAAACk/g9nkofw5YYo/s1600-h/100_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvHJRtf_I/AAAAAAAAACk/g9nkofw5YYo/s320/100_1700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082434348027576306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He LOVED this bow and arrow set, but unfortunately the arrows broke the same day. When his sister shot them, they hit the window and broke. He was very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvHZRtgAI/AAAAAAAAACs/yYYsYVREdFY/s1600-h/100_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvHZRtgAI/AAAAAAAAACs/yYYsYVREdFY/s320/100_1712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082434352322543618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohueJRtf4I/AAAAAAAAABs/WicZqZsA0jc/s1600-h/100_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohueJRtf4I/AAAAAAAAABs/WicZqZsA0jc/s320/100_1687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082433643652939650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohueZRtf5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HCHAlrQO2B8/s1600-h/100_1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohueZRtf5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HCHAlrQO2B8/s320/100_1688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082433647947906962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohuepRtf6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/U3apua_t9pQ/s1600-h/100_1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohuepRtf6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/U3apua_t9pQ/s320/100_1689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082433652242874274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohufJRtf7I/AAAAAAAAACE/XIVjFp3Jhxs/s1600-h/100_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohufJRtf7I/AAAAAAAAACE/XIVjFp3Jhxs/s320/100_1690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082433660832808882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohufZRtf8I/AAAAAAAAACM/LasyYIn2gsY/s1600-h/100_1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohufZRtf8I/AAAAAAAAACM/LasyYIn2gsY/s320/100_1691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082433665127776194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here's the cake I made. This isn't one of my better cakes. I made the drawings up myself. Ok mostly. I had Meatgrinder draw me a shark and then I copied a shirt that had a picture of a hawaiian boy, and turned it into a girl kneeling. Then I put them both on a surf board. So I kinda made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohsmZRtfzI/AAAAAAAAABE/l7-DVw-CBkg/s1600-h/100_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohsmZRtfzI/AAAAAAAAABE/l7-DVw-CBkg/s320/100_1680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082431586363604786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here's Brooklyn's best friend.  We don't have a nick name for her yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohsmpRtf0I/AAAAAAAAABM/um-3Z37y35c/s1600-h/100_1681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohsmpRtf0I/AAAAAAAAABM/um-3Z37y35c/s320/100_1681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082431590658572098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The girls were stuffing their faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Rohsm5Rtf1I/AAAAAAAAABU/xLVvffvaGVE/s1600-h/100_1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/Rohsm5Rtf1I/AAAAAAAAABU/xLVvffvaGVE/s320/100_1682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082431594953539410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohsnJRtf2I/AAAAAAAAABc/2e5WiQ4D2Jo/s1600-h/100_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohsnJRtf2I/AAAAAAAAABc/2e5WiQ4D2Jo/s320/100_1684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082431599248506722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohsnZRtf3I/AAAAAAAAABk/dn8zvXlEl0A/s1600-h/100_1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohsnZRtf3I/AAAAAAAAABk/dn8zvXlEl0A/s320/100_1685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082431603543474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a lot of fun at the party. We swam from 10-4 (the party was till 2 ) Thank you to everyone that was there and gave presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-4647875281171158232?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4647875281171158232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=4647875281171158232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/4647875281171158232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/4647875281171158232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2007/07/dynamic-duos-b-day.html' title='Dynamic duo&apos;s b-day'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RohvtZRtgCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/edFwEngqgXU/s72-c/100_1714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-3197284609718919069</id><published>2007-06-26T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:54:56.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootie's sick</title><content type='html'>Tootie got sick. It was so sad. He projectile vomited on me while I was at an appointment.I was covered head to toe. It was disgusting. Then for the next week he vomited and had the runs all day long. He couldn't eat anything without puking. So finally we took him to the hospital and he was given an IV with fluids cuz he was dehydrated. Then the next day he broke out in this rash that covered him head to toe. It was so bizzare. I know these pics don't do the rash justice; he looked horrible. I felt so bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrMZRtfuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xEUP0WvLRXg/s1600-h/100_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrMZRtfuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xEUP0WvLRXg/s320/100_1428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080600452826758882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrMpRtfvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZHlcct8E6X0/s1600-h/100_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrMpRtfvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZHlcct8E6X0/s320/100_1430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080600457121726194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrNJRtfwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k8MdsVvkhNk/s1600-h/100_1421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrNJRtfwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k8MdsVvkhNk/s320/100_1421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080600465711660802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrNpRtfyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XN_6v36W4u4/s1600-h/100_1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrNpRtfyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XN_6v36W4u4/s320/100_1431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080600474301595426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in the room before he got hooked up to the IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrNZRtfxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gpyqtR6y3cs/s1600-h/100_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrNZRtfxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gpyqtR6y3cs/s320/100_1419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080600470006628114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's all better now though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-3197284609718919069?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/3197284609718919069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=3197284609718919069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/3197284609718919069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/3197284609718919069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2007/06/tooties-sick.html' title='Tootie&apos;s sick'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RoHrMZRtfuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xEUP0WvLRXg/s72-c/100_1428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-8770840087474599784</id><published>2007-01-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:08:51.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RaUq-J6zMII/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIY07IgcN2s/s1600-h/Staley+kids+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RaUq-J6zMII/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIY07IgcN2s/s320/Staley+kids+Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018464607077085314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;Well, I know it's been a while since I posted. Sorry... Life has been so busy lately with the holidays and things.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was very good to us. Santa brought a lot of gifts. This was Santa from the kids school. It was so nice not knowing what the kids were getting for a change. I was just as suprised as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our Christmas picture of the kids. We took it before church and before eating, so they were all clean. yea!! Here's the kids' names again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn 11,  Tootie 1 (on Brooklyns lap), Blossom(wants to be called Belle) 6, Stinky 3, and Tinkerbelle 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your holiday's were just as good as ours.  I'm going to try to post more often again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-8770840087474599784?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8770840087474599784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=8770840087474599784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/8770840087474599784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/8770840087474599784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_D454DCBCI3s/RaUq-J6zMII/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIY07IgcN2s/s72-c/Staley+kids+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-4036815291958725801</id><published>2006-12-22T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:24:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story I found. It is a great story for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can all remember the real meaning we celebrate, and not let the presents overwhelm us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many years ago I found myself as part of occupation troops in a&lt;br /&gt;foreign land just at the end of a terrible war. It was not long after we&lt;br /&gt;arrived in this country before we developed a great love and concern for&lt;br /&gt;the people we were there to watch over. This was especially true of the&lt;br /&gt;young people, the children. Many times we would find them scavenging in our&lt;br /&gt;garbage cans looking for food to keep themselves alive. This deeply touched&lt;br /&gt;us, and we wanted to make a more substantial contribution to them. We&lt;br /&gt;raised what money we could and found a local religious group that was&lt;br /&gt;willing to open an orphanage for them. We donated as much time as possible&lt;br /&gt;to improve the facilities and provided them with the operating funds they&lt;br /&gt;needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As Christmas approached, we sent letters home to our&lt;br /&gt;families asking that, instead of sending gifts to us, they send toys for&lt;br /&gt;the children in the orphanage. The response of our families was&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming! Toys arrived daily from our homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We found a tree&lt;br /&gt;suitable to use as a Christmas tree, but we had no traditional decorations&lt;br /&gt;for it. A lady taught us how to make little birds by folding square pieces&lt;br /&gt;of paper, and these became the major part of the decorations for the tree.&lt;br /&gt;The presents were wrapped mostly in discarded Stars and Stripes newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget Christmas Eve with those children. I am sure many of&lt;br /&gt;them had never seen a Christmas tree in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We sang&lt;br /&gt;Christmas carols to them, but we weren't very good at this. They had&lt;br /&gt;been rehearsing for weeks so they could sing a song to us in English. It&lt;br /&gt;was not a Christmas carol, but it was beautiful. They sang, 'You Are My&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine.' We were deeply touched with the spirit of the children that&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve, especially as they opened the presents sent from our&lt;br /&gt;families. I suppose some of them had not had a toy in many, many&lt;br /&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a Christmas I'll never forget because we were&lt;br /&gt;learning the true meaning of this great holiday season. The greatest joy we&lt;br /&gt;can receive in life is giving--to bring into the life of someone&lt;br /&gt;else a little joy and happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Tom Perry, "A 'Sunshine' Christmas," Tambuli, Dec. 1990, 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-4036815291958725801?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4036815291958725801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=4036815291958725801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/4036815291958725801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/4036815291958725801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-story.html' title='Christmas story'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-8753752652252051159</id><published>2006-12-01T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:01:27.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>EMT final</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Wednesday we took our final exam for the class. I studied a little bit, I just didn't have time since starting my new job. Oh, yes, I got a job. I work from home doing patient confirmations, entering information, and verifying insurance. It's nice being able to work from home, but I had to put the boys in daycare.  It's just too hard to do my work, and stop to take care of them. Tootie is 1 now, and Stinky is 3 1/2.  The daycare that I got them registered in won't take Tootie until he's walking though.  So I'm gonna have to figure out what to do with him until he's walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had the final test Wed, and I was so nervous!  One of the other students said her friend (who's taking the class Tuesday &amp; Thursday ), was getting a 95 in the class, and got a 75% on the final. That really freaked me out.  Well, guess what I got........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an 86% on the test. YEA!! I was hoping to get in the 90's, but I'm happy with it. I also found out that I have the highest over all score for the class. I have a 95% WOW!!! Can you believe that??!!! ME??!! I am the "smart kid" in the class!! There's one guy in the class who everyone knew he was smart and getting the highest grade.  He always knew all the answers and everything. Well, he had the highest grade, and then I passed him up. WOW!!! That is just crazy to me. I mean, it's not like I was getting 70's on my tests in class. I was getting A's, so I knew I had a good grade, I just didn't know that I was the second highest, and now the highest. I am SOOOOOOOO excited!!!! I never got good grades in high school. I was on the other end of that line; towards the C's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom got me a mini sleigh full of body rejuvinating products. When I describe it like that, it doesn't sound all that exciting, but it is SOOOO cool!! It has all these expensive professional (as in dermatologist professional, not AVON or Mary Kay[not knocking those companies, cuz I love them both]), body scrubs, washes, lotions, creams, moisturizers, candles, eye creams, etc... I LOVE it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-8753752652252051159?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8753752652252051159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=8753752652252051159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/8753752652252051159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/8753752652252051159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/12/emt-final.html' title='EMT final'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-5598508051302883071</id><published>2006-11-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:33:50.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinkerbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent show'/><title type='text'>Talent show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, we only have 4 more classes before the final exam. Then if we pass the final, and we have an 84% or higher in the class, then we can take the national registry test. It now costs $50 to take the test. So we'll take the practicals, and then if we pass that, in January we will take the written exam. This is the first time the test is being given on the computer, so we are the guinnea pigs for it. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;So far I have a 94% in the class which I'm psyched about. I didn't get good grades in high school, so this is really empowering knowing that I can actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nervous about taking the practicals. I know what needs to be done, but actually getting up in front of somebody and faking it just to show I know what I'm doing, is nerve wracking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_1085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tinkerbelle did the talent show. It was so neat. She is such a star. She would practice at home and do all the facial movements and smiles and everything. It was great. As soon as she got on stage though, she looked like a deer in the headlights. It was hillarious. I had Brooklyn take the pictures, and unfortunately there was a microphone stand in the way. So the pictures aren't the greatest. I did get video of it though so as soon as I can figure out how to upload from my video camera to the computer, I'll post it. I think I'm missing some cables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_1090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_1102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_1102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_1084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-5598508051302883071?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/5598508051302883071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=5598508051302883071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/5598508051302883071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/5598508051302883071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/11/talent-show.html' title='Talent show'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_1085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-116370038043958788</id><published>2006-11-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:15:15.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 things about Stinky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#c7e3f3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(199, 227, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Stinky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Crazy%20mohawk.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/Crazy%20mohawk.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0949.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. He was born June 28,2003. The same day as Tinkerbelle just 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;2. He is the first boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;3. Like his sisters, his real name, (not Stinky), is a city name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;4. He loves to make people laugh by acting crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;5. When we go to church on Sundays, he runs to nursery. He loves his teachers and playing with the other kids. I can't believe he'll be a Sunbeam next year. UGH!!! Where did the time go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;6. He consideres himself and Tink twins. The both have blond hair and big blue eyes and were born on the same day. So if we shaved Tinks head, or let his hair grow out, I think they'd look like twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;7. He LOVES his little brother Tootie. He tries to wrestle with him, but can't since he's only 1. He is great at making him stop crying. He'll jump up and down and make crazy faces at him till he starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;8. He is super skinny like his dad was. He is 3 1/2 yrs old and only weighs about 29 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;9. He gives the best hugs. I just love them. He'll wrap his arms around my neck and just hang on. It is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;10. He likes to sing with his sisters, and wrestle with his uncle Kaynos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;11. When he was a baby, he would projectile vomit after every feeding. I nursed him for 14 months and felt great about that. I just couldn't wear any clothes cuz he'd puke all over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;code&gt;12. He always wants to help me cook, or do dishes. He wants to put the food in the pans and stir it, or flip it. He has a great time washing the dishes by hand with all the bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;13. He is such a joy to me. I love him so much and hate not being with him. He is always trying to please me and make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-116370038043958788?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/116370038043958788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=116370038043958788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116370038043958788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116370038043958788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/11/13-things-about-stinky.html' title='13 things about Stinky'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-116292377181174951</id><published>2006-11-07T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:26:31.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so here are all the pictures from Halloween. It was Tootie and Fussy Lou Who's first and I think they had fun. Fussy Lou was able to walk up to a few doors. Tootie is still lazy and won't even stand by himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_1015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_1018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_1018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meatgrinder and Fussy Lou Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0999.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blossom at the school halloween parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_1021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stinky on Halloween as Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0978.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_1001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tootie as a puppy and Fussy Lou Who as a purple monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tinkerbelle as....yep Tinkerbelle, and Stinky as Tigger at the ward trunk or treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0966.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0967.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tinkerbelle and Blossom as princesses at our neighborhood party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0968.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0964.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brooklyn and her friend H, and Tootie as the monster at the neighborhood party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0971.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stinky was so excited to go to the Trunk or Treat, when it was time to go, he fell asleep while I was putting his shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn's friends weren't at the party yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0953.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em, Tinkerbelle, Blossom, and Li, at the ward party&lt;br /&gt;Blossom and Tinkerbelle at home carving our pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0960.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0958.jpg" alt="" 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-size:130%;"&gt;Here's our puke pumpkin and bats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0951.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_1030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are just cute pictures!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-116292377181174951?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/116292377181174951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=116292377181174951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116292377181174951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116292377181174951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-116114699599284708</id><published>2006-10-17T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:57:21.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glycolic peel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING!!!! THE FOLLOWING PHOTOS ARE GRAPHIC AND DISTURBING!!! SHAYLONDON DOES NOT LOOK LIKE THIS NORMALLY! PLEASE BE KIND!!! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO COPY THESE PHOTOS AND REDISTRIBUTE THEM,(COPY/PASTE). THIS IS MY FACE AND I DON'T WANT THEM SHOWN WHERE I DIDN'T PUT THEM. THANKYOU FOR YOUR SENSITIVITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0892.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to a salon on Saturday and had a day of relaxation, basically. I got a pedicure, a facial and a full set of pink and white acrylics. The lady asked if I wanted to get a glycolic peel, and so I said yes. (Later that day I got a 1 hour full body massage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She didn't ask me if I use salycilic acid on my face, (which I do). So she put this peel on my face and told me it might burn/sting. I thought I was going to die. It felt like someone was holding fire on my face. Well, now I know why. I have second degree burns on my face. Wonderful huh! Apparently you're supposed to be off it for 2-3 days BEFORE you get the glycolic peel done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0911.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can see some of the discoloration on my face. The pictures don't show the true color. My face was about as red as the shirt I'm wearing here. My face is shiny because I took vitamin E capsuls, opened it and put the gel on my face. This is day 2. It's looking better than day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0902.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My skin was so tight I could barely open my mouth to talk and/or eat. I tried putting lotion on it to soften it up, but everything I tried burned my face more. Thank heavens the vit E didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0934.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can see the one spot on my right cheek that got the worst. It's the light spot on my cheek. That is all the puss leaking out. Yep, gross huh!! Oh, and it gets better. My face swelled up a little bit. Not hugely, but enough that my right eye was swollen underneath, and my whole right side sagged down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These pictures really don't show the extent of damage that was caused. I have all these tiny blisters all over my face too. Day 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0929.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my better side, but you can see the discoloration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0940.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can see here the white puss on my right cheek, and also how the right side is droopy and swollen ever so slightly. My mouth and chin show it the most. I look like I have jowels, (like a dog). UGH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0933.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This photo shows the best coloration. My cheeks were purple from bruising, and red from burns, and white from puss. So, I was quite beautiful during this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what I normally look like. See how much better I look. Those are just horrible photos. If you have any suggestions on what I can put on my face, or if I should do anything with the lady that did this to me, I'd appreciate it. My brother said I should sue. I guess I look that bad. lol. I just hope there aren't any scars from the burns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-116114699599284708?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/116114699599284708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=116114699599284708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116114699599284708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116114699599284708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/10/glycolic-peel.html' title='Glycolic peel'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_0892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-116076090680131456</id><published>2006-10-13T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:49:16.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13 about Tinkerbelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/T13_IceCream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/T13_IceCream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                       Thirteen things about Tinkerbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 1. She LOVES Tinkerbelle!!! Can you tell by her name? She dressed up as her last halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She has the most stunning, bright blue eyes, and long black eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She LOVES to sing all the time. She wants to be a singer when she grows up. She will sing at the top of her lungs holding anything that resembles a microphone. She used to go into the backyard and perform for the trees, and also conduct the trees to sing too. It's so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She has started wanting to do everything I'm doing. If it's breakfast, she asks which cereal I'm eating, then she picks it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She just tried out for the talent show at school. She is going to be singing and signing a song. It called "What are you feeling?" from &lt;a href="http://www.signingtime.com"&gt;Signing Time.&lt;/a&gt; She knows all the signs for it, and did a great job. She was scared while she did it, but was excited afterwards. We'll find out on Monday if she's in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She loves to take care of her baby brother Tootie and her cousin Fussbucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She loves to wear makeup and put it on when I'm doing mine. She knows how to put mascara on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She was the student of the week last week in Kindergarten. She got to bring Bernie the Bear home to spend the night with her. I also went to her class and read the book &lt;a href="http://www.frankasch.com/popcorn.swf"&gt;Popcorn&lt;/a&gt; to the class. We made a poster of pictures of her to display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She has cut her hair herself twice now. The first time was her bangs. She cut them about 1 inch away from her head. The second time was just recently when she cut the tangles out of her hair. It is down to the middle of her back, and now on the right side, it's at her jaw line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She loves sparring with her uncle Kaynos. (not his real name by the way). They will get into fighting stances holding their fists in front and she'll do spinning roundhouse kicks at him. The first time she did it, he was totally off guard and surprised that she did it. They have so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She is very close with her sister Blossom. They are only 13 months apart, and have been best friends. They are just getting to the point where they still like each other, but want some independance and different friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She loves to make people laugh. She is especially good at making the babies laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She has the sweetest spirit about her. She loves to say the prayer and it is so sweet. She blesses everyone, and thanks Heavenly Father for the angels around us to protect us from the fires and accidents. I haven't heard a sweeter prayer ever, than when she prays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. She was born June 28, 2001; 13 months after her sister Blossom was born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in Mr. Linky's. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! 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I've been so busy lately with school and taking care of the kids/working, that I haven't been able to post too often. So...here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0588.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stinky is trying on Kaynos' helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0585.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sassy, Stinky and Tootie wanted to get on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0661.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tootie and Fussbucket are just chillin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were laughing at Blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0843.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, have you ever seen a black widow? I hadn't. That is until I went out in the back yard and cleaned off the kids motorized jeep. (we had a storm and leaves were EVERYWHERE!!) Stinky saw it and yelled that there was a spider. It was HUGE!!!!!! So dad got the bug spray and sprayed it and then we put it in a jar to show the girls after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0838.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is when it was on the jeep. I know...not a very clear picture. My camera doesn't focus very well when I zoom in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0842.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here it is in a baby food jar. So you can kinda see how big it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0839.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a close up. UGH!!!! It was so wierd seeing the hour glass&lt;/span&gt; on it's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0853.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0861.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;These are just some cute/funny pictures of Fussbucket over at my house this last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0850.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0848.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was fake laughing in a deep voice, you know the really forced HA HA, just really fast. They were cracking up!! It was so funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0859.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here she is chillin' wit da homey's. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0807.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tinkerbelle decided that she needed to cut her hair. Can you tell? It's right at her jaw. She was trying to brush her hair and there were too many tangles. So instead of coming and getting me, she decided to just cut it out. AAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I was so mad!! It took so long for her hair to grow that long. I haven't cut it to fix it. You can't  really tell most of the time, which is good. I guess it kinda looks like bangs growing out.  So I'm just going to leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-116060571459064434?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/116060571459064434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=116060571459064434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116060571459064434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116060571459064434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-on-us.html' title='Update on us'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_0588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-116017873387697857</id><published>2006-10-06T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:17:30.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, we had another test on Wednesday for school. It was over 7 chapters with 100 questions. Kaynos and I studied and did the workbook together this time. I liked that way better; hopefully we can study that way again.&lt;br /&gt;So when we got into class, our instructor told us to all line up against the wall. He then paired us up with a person who has a similar grade as us. He told us we were able to take the test together outloud. That way we could discuss the questions with each other.  So, we took the test and I only missed 4!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO excited!!! I got a 96%!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kaynos missed 21. oops, so he got a 79% He was SO MAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So that's our update for this week. I am totally enjoying school. It gets me out of the house with adults and I'm learning something I actually enjoy; instead of like in high school. I didn't like most of my classes in HS.&lt;br /&gt;So this is such a fun experience. I did find out though that if I want to be a paramedic, I have to be an EMT for 1 year or 1000 hours before I can go to paramedic school. ugh!!!!BUT, after I'm a paramedic, if I decide to be a nurse, there's a program now to do it in a year if you're a medic. That way you don't have to take classes on stuff you already know. SWEEEEET!!!! So I might be going that route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's our update. Hope everyone has a GREAT weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-116017873387697857?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/116017873387697857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=116017873387697857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116017873387697857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/116017873387697857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-test.html' title='School test'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115946381612142985</id><published>2006-09-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T10:17:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13 on Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/ttbanner4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/ttbanner4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                        Thirteen Things about Blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Madison20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Madison20042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;code style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1. Blossom was born during the Y2K scare. May 17, 2000. She got a free pair of shoes from Payless because she was born in 2000. Cool huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She is 5 years younger than Sassy, and 13 months older than Tinkerbelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She has the most contagious laugh ever!! You can't help but laugh when you hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She loves to give people hugs, even at school. She will go up an hug our neighbor who works at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.When she was 3 years old, she was outside in the front yard trying to get our dog Charley back in the house. Charley was an English Shephard and very, VERY fast. Charley ran to the end of the street and then turned around and started back when she heard me calling her. She was still running full force when she plowed right into Blossom's legs sending her in the air. She did a flip where her feet went into the air above her head, and her head slammed into the concrete. I was about 20 feet away from her when it was happening, but it was one of those slow motion movies that you just can't move fast enough. I could see what was going to happen if Charley didn't slow down/stop or change directions. It was all slow motion though and I couldn't get there in time. When I got to her and picked her up she already had a HUGE golfball size goose egg on her forehead. My roommate stayed with the rest of the kids and I rushed her to the hospital where she got a CT scan. I was sure she had broken bones in her skull or something, but there was nothing. She had a concussion, bleeding under the skin and that was it. She ended up getting 2 black eyes and now has a dent in her forehead. Her skin actually goes in where the scar is. Whenever she draws a picture of herself, she includes the goose egg.That was the scariest day ever!! We don't have Charley anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her dad taught her how to tie her shoes in one day. She now ties them every morning and I don't have to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She is going to be a great mommy when she grows up and gets married. She loves babies and helping out taking care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She is VERY stubborn!! If she doesn't like what you've told her to do, she'll argue and cry. Then she'll sit in time out or on her bed till she's done crying. As soon as she's done crying and screaming she gets up and acts as if nothing ever happened. She's as happy as can be and will even do what you wanted her to do that caused the tantrum in the first place. It's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She is very shy when she first meets people, but when she warms up, she is a crack up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She loves her cousins, Fussbucket, LeeLee, BooBoo, Dozer and Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She is scared to try new things like riding her bike. She has training wheels on it still and doesn't like to ride it. She doesn't like how it wiggles back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.She loves going to church every Sunday, even if I can't make it. She will go with Nana and have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She is such a happy, sweet, huggable, loveable, adorable, cute girl. I love having her in my family and can't imaging life without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ok, it's the T14 today.... When she was 6 months to 18 months old she would get fevers every month. They would be high fevers up to 105 degrees, around the same days every month. It was like having a period. I knew when the fevers were coming plus or minus a day or two. She had numerous blood tests and urine tests and nothing was found. We even had her tested for cancer, and thank heavens it was negative. It was very frustrating. Then we started going to the chiropractor as a family. We told him about the fevers and within about 1 month of seeing him 3 days a week, the fevers stopped. They haven't returned since. She still gets regular fevers when she is sick, but not like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115946381612142985?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115946381612142985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115946381612142985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115946381612142985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115946381612142985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-13-on-blossom.html' title='Thursday 13 on Blossom'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/th_ttbanner4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115868752277027229</id><published>2006-09-19T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:38:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Test</title><content type='html'>YEA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I had our first test in our EMT class last week. It was on the first 5 chapters in the book and 140 questions total. I studied my heart out, highlighting, re-reading, writing notes, etc... and I got an "A". YEA!!!! I only missed 10 questions. My brother, didn't take notes, didn't highlight in the book, and barely studied. He read all my notes and got a "B". UGH!!! Totally unfair that he did that good and didn't even study!! I wish I didn't have to work so hard to study to remember things. lol. I am so proud of him for getting that grade. It was a hard test and he did awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We have another test on Monday over one chapter; it is a 40 page chapter though on Airway. I'm worried about that one, cuz we have to know how to put in the NPA and OPA, how to use the oxygen tank  etc...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;We're doing good so far in the class.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he just came and told me he got accepted to be a connector with the Fire Department.  He'll ride in a little truck, not the fire truck and he'll help people with non fire emergencies. He's not sure exactly what it entails, but it's 20 hours a month for a year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of him. I can't believe he's my little brother!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115868752277027229?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115868752277027229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115868752277027229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115868752277027229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115868752277027229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-test.html' title='First Test'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115826892635282617</id><published>2006-09-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:22:22.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/thursdaybanner10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/thursdaybanner10.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;                           Thirteen things about Sassy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Lexi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/Lexi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;code&gt; 1. She was born on July 20, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She is the oldest of five kids; 3 girls and 2 boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is 5 years older than Blossom, 6 years older than Tinkerbelle, 8 years older than Stinky, and 10 years older than Tootie. WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She just got her first boyfriend 2 days ago, and can't even talk to him. She's too scared. It's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She loves to cook and wants to be a pastry chef when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When she gets married, she wants to have 2 boys and 2 girls; I can't remember all the names, but one girls' name will be Brooklynn, and one boys' name will be Roman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She is such a good big sister and loves her siblings. She takes good care of them when she babysits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She just started playing the alto saxaphone in band, and learned Hot Cross Buns on the first day she got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Her cousin Fussy Lou Who will ALWAYS reach for her when given the choice between me, her Nana, or Sassy. Sassy is like her second mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She has the most beautiful, exotic cat eyes!! I'm going to have to keep the shot gun loaded when she starts dating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She loves animals, and still has the bandana from our dog Charley that we gave away 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She learned how to ride a bike in 1 day!!!! She is a fast learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She is getting 100% on all her spelling tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. 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Gadiel&lt;/b&gt; began his career as a trader's assistant less than a year ago, moving from his father's Kent, Conn., home to the Battery Park area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336699;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;The 23-year-old Kent native was working in the equities department at Cantor Fitzgerald when the first jetliner struck Tower One. His office was on the 103rd floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336699;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;Gadiel's goal was to become a trader someday, said his mother, Jan Gadiel, of Kent. A fan of the Mets and the Knicks, Gadiel loved watching sports and enjoyed talking politics, she said. "He was quiet, but he was the type of kid that when he said something, everyone listened," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336699;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;Gadiel was a graduate of Housatonic Valley Regional High School in Falls Village. He graduated last year from Washington and Lee University and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336699;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt; continued to be active in the Sigma Nu fraternity. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://cf.newsday.com/911/victimsearch.cfm?id=707"&gt;(source)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy             -- the death of his mother when he was 12 -- was not what             made James Gadiel, 23, an assistant trader at Cantor             Fitzgerald, so sensitive to others.                          &lt;p&gt;He just seems to have always been that way.&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;When he was seven and, at the time, the largest boy in             the class, Jamie Gadiel would pal around with the             smallest boy in the class.&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;One day, the short kid slugged his big, best friend.             The slugger's mother explained that it was the first time             her son had ever felt emboldened to hit someone. And her             son knew that Jamie was a safe target, because Jamie             would never dream of hitting someone smaller than he.&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;Mr. Gadiel was the solicitous middle child, soothing             his siblings. When his father, Peter, remarried, the boy             bonded eagerly with his new siblings and their mother,             Jan.&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;Although Mr. Gadiel came across as subdued, when he             was with friends -- male and female alike -- he unleashed             a dry, rip- snorting humor and a stubborn delight in             debate.&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;He was politically conservative. His best buddy, Matt             Schullery, is anything but. Genial Mr. Gadiel didn't             mind.&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;He believed most differences could be set aside during             a Saturday afternoon, watching a game together, hot dog             in one hand, beer in the other. &lt;a href="http://inmemoriamonline.net/Profiles/Folders/G_Folder/Gadiel_James.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;                           &lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;May 4, 2006&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; I lived on the same street as the Gadiels in the mid-eighties. My younger brother and James used to play together and I remember the time vividly. My deepest condolences go out to the Gadiel family. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Carlos Santos (Boynton Beach, FL )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;July 8, 2005&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   Hi Jamie,&lt;br /&gt;We don't know each other, but I'm sure you know my son Carl. I have been working with your Dad for over 3 years now, so I feel I know you a little. Your Dad is working very hard to keep this country safe from another attack like 911. He is a wonderful man and you should be very proud of him. He talks about you with much love and great sorrow. I know well his feelings. Because of this horrible attack, I have met and made many new friends ( and as much as we like each other, we wish we had never met.) I'm honored to have met your dad and become friends/ working partner with him. Life for those of us left behind is hard. What keeps us going is the love we have for our sons.&lt;br /&gt; Jamie, I wish I had had the chance to meet you. Know that you are missed and loved very much.   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Joan Molinaro&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;February 2, 2005&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; James, as a boy always stood out because of his smile. His whole face lit up. I always admired James for standing up for what he thought was right and following through on a task well done. Surely he and Ellen are hand in hand - memories of them to guide us in our daily choices. The tragedy of the horrors of 9/11 magnify day by day. Although I haven't seen James since he was a teen he is thought of every day and he is sorely missed. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl McDowell (Kent, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;September 11, 2004&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; James was one of my first friends at W&amp;L, and I am thankful for his kindness, friendliness, and his great spirit. I will never forget all the fun we had in the freshman dorms, and throughout our time in Lexington. God has found a wonderful angel in James. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Erika Cassutti (Northport, NY )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;March 2, 2003&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   I read your description of your  son as having been "a terrific human being...a gentleman and a gentle man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a picture of Jamie, which captured his smile and conveyed the kindness in his eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words simply can not convey the sorrow I feel for you and your family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my deepest respect and my promise that your son will never be forgotten.   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Donna Cisz (Meriden, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;September 12, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   Dear Mr. and Mrs. Gadiele,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of knowing James pretty well.He spent a lot of time at my home with my son Scott. they were great friends in high school.&lt;br /&gt;All a part of the Clan.James was a wonderful and very respectful young man and I will never forget him.&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to you and your family.A more kind and caring family I have never had the pleasure of knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Not only were you there for your own children, but you were also there for mine. I hope someday to be able to repay you for all of your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers are always with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondly, Patricia Aeschlimann   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Patricia Aeschlimann (Canaan, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;September 12, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; Jimmie always made me laugh, I never met a person like him. He was my brother's friend and he made always made me feel included with "The Clan". I will never forget him or the crazy things he used to do. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Sabrina Aeschlimann (Canaan, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;September 12, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; I didn't know James very well, but from what I did know of him, he was a wonderful, caring and fun person. It is very difficult to lose someone that you love - especially someone so young with so much of his life left to live. I am very sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you always. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Dunn (Canaan, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;September 10, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; I didn't get to know James very well untill after high school. He was such a wonderful person, so fun to be around. I am so sad that he is gone, and I am so sorry for your loss. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Angel Martin (Southington(formerly falls village), CT )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt;   &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;September 10, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; I miss James alot, more than I thought I did. I think of him almost everyday. I use him to make myself a better man and friend. James was the most unselfish person I have ever had the priviledge to meet. Thank you Jimmie &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Scott Aeschlimann (Hartford, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; I never had the privilage of meeting young James. I wish I had. Everything I have heard about this young man makes him sound like a person I would have liked to have known. God bless him, his family and friends. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Paul Cortesi (Torrington, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;September 2, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; I recently participated with a project to memorialize victims of terror over the past 30 years. I crosstiched an 8" x 10" square with the WTC on it. It was to memorialize James and bears his name. There are no words to express the sorrow I feel for all of the victims, but I hope that it may lift your spirits that someone somewhere was thinking of James and saying a prayer for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Mary Dunn (Valparaiso, FL )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;June 19, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; James was an outstanding friend and a remarkable young man in so many ways. Darrick and I miss you so much, but are so thankful for the good times that we had with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy Alford, W&amp;L '00   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Suzy Alford (Durham, NC )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;April 26, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   May God Bless you and watch over the ones that you left behind on 9/11/01.  Rest in his loving peace..........   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Angie Campbell (Denton, TX )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;April 3, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; Dear Jan and Peter... I wish that James had been able to come and stay with us while he was in San Francisco and we had known him a little. You are both wonderful, loving, caring people and my heart goes out to you both. I don't understand why the kindest most thoughtful people have so much tragedy in their lives but know that I care deeply about you both. Love Kathryn and Jim &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Kathryn Bondoux (Incline Village, NV )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;March 25, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   Peter and Jan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful and touching tribute to your son. Having come to know the both of you, I know that he, too, must have been a very special, kind and caring person. Bless you all. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Judi Stokes (Poughkeepsie, NY )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;January 19, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   DEAR GOD SHINE YOUR LIGHT ON JAMES&lt;br /&gt;ANDREW GADIEL AND MAY HIS SOUL REST&lt;br /&gt;IN PEACE WITH GOD AND HIS ANGELS.&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS TOO YOUNG TO DIE...THIS BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN...GOD BLESS HIS&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY AND FRIENDS..GOD BLESS AMERICA AND MAY WE NEVER FORGET 9/11/01..AMEN   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;January 7, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   Gadiel Family,&lt;br /&gt;I am so very sorry for your loss.  I remember you often in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;J.Stec&lt;br /&gt;W&amp;L c/o 1996   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Jenn Stec (Columbia, SC )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;January 1, 2002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   America Cries&lt;br /&gt;We see your sorrow-&lt;br /&gt;and our hearts cry....&lt;br /&gt;We can not erase your pain&lt;br /&gt;but you do not have to face the anguish alone-for we-&lt;br /&gt;-the American people-&lt;br /&gt;are beside you.&lt;br /&gt;We so desperately want to have the touch that brings you comfort,&lt;br /&gt;the strength that gives you courage,&lt;br /&gt;and the words to lighten your spirits.&lt;br /&gt;And when we are left speechless&lt;br /&gt;may the silence of our nation weave love into your hearts&lt;br /&gt;to ease your sorrow.&lt;br /&gt; May you find healing through our nation's strength as we-&lt;br /&gt;-the American people-&lt;br /&gt;face this difficult time together. Our hearts are with you. Teresa Jahn&lt;br /&gt;Dixon, IL   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Teresa Jahn (Dixon, IL )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;December 5, 2001&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; We just wanted to give our sympathies and let you know that you are not alone during this time of tragedy. May God be with you, and we wish you a Merry Christmas! You will never be forgotten!! &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Musser Hall @Ursinus College (Collegeville, PA )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt;&lt;!-- ***** End Guestbook Entries ***** --&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;December 5, 2001&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   May God be with him and his family in this time of sorrow.   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Robert N. McDowell (Kent, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;October 30, 2001&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; My prayer for his family and friends; that the Lord Jesus will watch over, protect and comfort them during their time of sorrow. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Alta Ford (Albuqueruqe)&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- Entry End --&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;!-- Entry Start --&gt;   &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;October 18, 2001&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.legacy.com/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   My prayers are sent up everyday. May the angels surround you.   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Kim Slater (Kent, CT )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend James: I can't remember the exact moment we met, but I do remember all of the fun we had: Christmas Weekend freshman year, Lip Sync (remember that skirt?), hanging around the SNu house, introducing you to my "little sister," and spending hours in the C-School. You were always the life of the party and always a good friend. I already miss you -- your smile, your laugh -- and I can't wait until we meet again. Until then, I'll keep you in my heart and I thank you for all of the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;!-- name --&gt;Erika Cassutti, college friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115798428120990588?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115798428120990588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115798428120990588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115798428120990588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115798428120990588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/09/james-andrew-gadiel.html' title='James Andrew Gadiel'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115604316587154235</id><published>2006-08-19T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:17:23.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Photo Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/0901/psh2.jpg" alt="PSHunt" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Scavenger Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Theme. Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weeks theme is youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Stinky sleeping. I was leaving to take daddy to a doctor appt and he wasn't awake yet, so I kissed him. That way he'd know I kissed him goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115604316587154235?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115604316587154235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115604316587154235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115604316587154235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115604316587154235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-photo-hunt.html' title='Saturday Photo Hunt'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_0605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115591872712899068</id><published>2006-08-18T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:32:07.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                      FRIDAY'S FEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Well, we just lost our van, but it was white. We also have a Blue Crown Vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could wake up tomorrow with full training in another occupation and a job in that field, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a doctor, and a teacher. I would love to be a pediatrician at an office, I just don't want to go to school for another 10+years. I'd also love to work in the ER, and be an OB nurse, or a nurse in the NICU. (how long does that one take...?) I'd also like to be a teacher so that I can have the same hours as my kids and not lose time with them while I'm working and they are in daycare. I'm starting EMT school on Monday at night and that is only 4 months. That's about all I can handle right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times in your life have you had the flu (or something similar)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've been sick at least 2 times every year since I had kids. Before that I wasn't sick very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Course&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something that has happened to you this week that you didn't expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Our van got repossessed, and it's humiliating. I am NOT proud of it, but under the circumstances, there was nothing we could do. We didn't get a letter from the company or anything. Yes we were late in 2 payments, but didn't expect that to happen already. So I had to make arrangements to get our personal belongings back, and we got them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dessert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you had your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, I think my first kiss was when I was 5 or 6 by a boy named Shawn. But my first real kiss was when I was 14. We were at a church dance in Texas(I was visiting my dad) and we walked around the outside of the church. Then he put his arm around me and we kissed. After a few min. I got nervous and suggested we go back inside and dance. So we did and we danced to the Robin Hood song....oh what's it called? The one with Kevin Costner as Robin Hood....by Bryan Adams I think it is....&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!! Anyone remember the name of the song???&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, his name was Michael P. and I though I was in love after that. Not really, but I liked him a lot. Unfortunately I had to come back to AZ. The next time I visited, he pretended like nothing had ever happened. :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....that's my first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115591872712899068?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115591872712899068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115591872712899068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115591872712899068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115591872712899068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/fridays-feast.html' title='Friday&apos;s feast'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115584854377852543</id><published>2006-08-17T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:00:56.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13  #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirteen things about my hubby, &lt;a href="http://www.titaniumgray.blogspot.com"&gt;Meatgrinder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.He was born in Livermore, California&lt;br /&gt;2. His parents have been married since 1970&lt;br /&gt;3. He was a tow head as a child, but now has grey/brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;4. He is an instructor with the Game and Fish Department.&lt;br /&gt;5. He is an Eagle Scout!! (do they make those anymore?)&lt;br /&gt;6. He was engaged before we got married. YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. He tried to hook me up with his best friend Charlie, but HE got me instead.&lt;br /&gt;8. He is an avid firearms specialist. He can tell you how many grains of powder are in each bullet casing, and how fast the trejectory is...blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;9. He broke his neck while on his mission in Bilbao,Spain for &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of latter-day Saints.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He is an amazing chef! He is the kind of cook that can just add a pinch of this and a dash of that, and it turns out wonderfully!! He doesn't have to measure things if he's making the food from scratch, which he's good at doing. (I have to have a recipe and follow directions). He makes these amazing steaks, and hamburgers, and he can even season the bagged Ore-Ida french fries to tast better. ugh!! How does he do that!!??&lt;br /&gt;11. He loves football, (what guy doesn't ...wait, neither of my brothers do), and played all during high school.&lt;br /&gt;12. He has 3 sisters and no brothers, had 9 bunnies, and 2 dogs total growing up.&lt;br /&gt;13. He loves me. Ha Ha! does that count??? He is great at telling me I look great, cat calling, whisteling, and saying, "hey sexy", and "hey beautiful". It is so nice to hear that even though I don't feel it. He even says it when I haven't showered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;So there's my list. I'm late in getting it up. I actually forgot about it being Thursday already. Wow the first week of school is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115584854377852543?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115584854377852543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115584854377852543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115584854377852543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115584854377852543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-13-3.html' title='Thursday 13  #3'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115559372308537832</id><published>2006-08-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:15:23.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, today is the first day of school, and I think it was harder on me than it was on the girls. Tinkerbelle was so excited for her first day of Kindergarten. Last night the kids layed out all their clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They practically ran to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0638.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are 2 of their friends, kids of Dr. "Pain in the Neck" The youngest one is the one we went to Sunsplash with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bus is here!!!! They all got in line to wait to get on. Stinky wanted to go on the bus so BAD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was right before the bus got there. He has been so excited to go to school I don't know if he really realized that even though we've been talking about him going to school, that he wasn't leaving the house like the girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0639.jpg" alt="" 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-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy and Tootie watching mommy go crazy. The t-shirt says, "Rolling Victory Fast 2006 Eat this, Cindy"&lt;br /&gt;It is in response to Cindy Sheehan's stupid fast that she's doing where she says she's fasting, but is still eating and drinking all kinds of foods. Check out &lt;a href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0647.jpg"&gt;tankerbrothers&lt;/a&gt; site to join in their fast FOR victory, FOR supporting the troops in all they do. My day to fast is Aug, 25, and I'll post that day about the troops. Meatgrinder's day is Sept. 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0642.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stinky got on the bus to see what it was like and didn't want to get off. He was so excited to be on it, he wanted to ride with the girls. This is going to be a LOOOOONG 2 years till he goes to school. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0643.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the kids got off the bus, there was a man there calling all the Kindergarteners to stay with him. He then had them follow him to their side of the school. They follow the yellow line on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She made it to her class and playground, and found her best friend Emily. They aren't in the same class, but I think they'll get to play on the playground together. That'll be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She didn't even care that we were leaving, she was so enthralled with what her teacher was saying.&lt;br /&gt;That was TOO easy!! She was all ready to leave me. She's not supposed to be that comfortable yet. I wanted her to come running back to me and say, "don't leave me mommy, I need you". But she didn't do that, and I didn't get a call from the school saying she was crying for me. How depressing is that. Of course you want your children to be ok when you're not there, but I just wanted some kind of showing that she'd miss me. Is that too much to ask for???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked Blossom to her playground and she couldn't find anyone to play with. So she stayed right with us until the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to her class and she hugged me goodbye, which was more that Tink did. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/29786109-115559372308537832?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115559372308537832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115559372308537832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115559372308537832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115559372308537832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_0632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115558988380492874</id><published>2006-08-14T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:35:20.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New teeth and a visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't he SO CUTE!!!! I can't stand how cute he is, I just want to eat him up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0636.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, Tootie has now gotten 4 teeth in all at once.  He has a total of 6 teeth now and is so cute, but he looks like a redneck baby cuz he has a space inbetween his top 2 teeth. I know, I know, Blossom, Tinkerbelle, and Stinky all had spaces in their teeth and now they don't. It just kills me everytime. So here he is with his new teeth, laughing at Blossom, while getting his diaper changed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he got the same thing in his diaper rash area that Fussy Lou Who did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0630.jpg" alt="" 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-size:130%;"&gt;Tootie has also learned to climb the stairs. Now we have to keep the gate up all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaynos and Tinkerbelle were playing on the stairs. She got scared that he was going to drop her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0621.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought bender, Nellie, and Fussbucket came for a quick visit. We had just gotten back from church, that's why daddy is dressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115558988380492874?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115558988380492874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115558988380492874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115558988380492874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115558988380492874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-teeth-and-visit.html' title='New teeth and a visit'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_0634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115558967793151558</id><published>2006-08-14T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:41:06.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-backs game again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0619.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually some good pictures of me, that's why there are 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, Meatgrinder and I got to go to the Diamondbacks game ALL. BY. OUR. SELVES.!!! It was crazy. I don't think we've been on a date for  a long time. It was kinda wierd not having kids with us. When we got out of the car and were walking inside, I said, "Are you sure the kids aren't with us and we just left them in the car?" He laughed and said he felt the same way. We went back and checked. Luckily we hadn't left our parking garage floor yet, cuz we were on the 5th floor.  We got great seats from Nana. She works for a doctor that takes care of the D-backs, so she can get tickets all the time. They were so close too. We sat about 30 rows above the dugout by 3rd base.  They were playing the Marlins and unfortunately lost 4-1.  We had a good time though being without kids. When we got home, the kids were asleep all over the house in various positions. It looked like a bomb had gone off.  All in all, it was a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0618.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's Baxter dancing on the top of the dugout. That's how close we were. Thanks for the tickets mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's my favorite player, Louis Gonzalez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0611.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0616.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFE!!&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-size:130%;"&gt;Earlier in the day, I had gone out with the girls for school supplies, and when I got home, Stinky was crying and daddy was holding him. He had fallen down the stairs and got a nice burn on his nose, and that was all. Kaynos, (my brother), said he had seen him at the top of the stairs and had the thought that he was going to fall, but didn't do anything. Then less than 10 min later, he fell down and it sounded like thunder pounding. He's ok now. He just goes down the stairs very carefully now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0625.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/29786109-115558967793151558?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115558967793151558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115558967793151558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115558967793151558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115558967793151558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-backs-game-again.html' title='D-backs game again'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_0620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115527849884696624</id><published>2006-08-10T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:58:13.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feast #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday's Feast#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell about a toy you remember from your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't remember a lot of toys, but I do remember my FAVORITE book growing up. My mom said I made her read it every night. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.frankasch.com/popcorn.swf"&gt;Popcorn, by Frank Asch&lt;/a&gt;. I just found his website, and it has him reading the book. So click on the link to see my favorite book. Here's another look inside the book on &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Popcorn-Frank-Asch-Bear-Story-Parents-Press-1979_W0QQitemZ8056431656QQihZ019QQcategoryZ279QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;ebay.&lt;/a&gt; The price is ridiculous, but you can see the inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/popcorn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/popcorn2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&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;Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could make one thing in the world absolutely free for everyone, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a few things I'd like to make free. I think the most important one is food. There are too many children that go to bed hungry everynight because they don't have food in their homes. We have struggled ourselves with money and been low on food. It is no fun having to go hungry so your kids can have the good food. Now granted we have always had food, it's just not been actual meals. Like a can of beans, or pears, or stuff like that. Just odds and ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I'd make free is medical insurance. There are so many people suffering with medical conditions that they can't get treated because they don't have insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately how many times per day do you think about your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, seeing as he's in the house all day....I think about him all day long. All the things that he could be doing right now, instead of being in pain on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Course&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you believe in 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe in Heavenly Father. I know without a shadow of a doubt that he lives and he loves me. I have felt his presence in my life on too many occasions to doubt that he lives. I know that he loves each and every one of His children on this earth. Even when we are having struggles in our lives, that is when He is with us the most; we just don't realize it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dessert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing you have done this week that you would consider a "good deed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sassy and I cleaned my mom's car last night, (she paid me so that's not the good deed).  Afterwords, daddy had told her to go to bed, and she was sad. Well, I got out the last 4 scoops of Carmel Cup Icecream and shared it with her. Then we went to bed. She had such a smile on her face, it was great to make her happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115527849884696624?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115527849884696624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115527849884696624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115527849884696624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115527849884696624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/fridays-feast-3.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feast #3'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115527489042918245</id><published>2006-08-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:54:53.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;              My Wonderful Family!!! (some of them at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0604.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0604.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://titaniumgray.blogspot.com"&gt;Meatgrinder &lt;/a&gt;getting ready to go in for his epidural. The picture is kinda at a wierd angle so it looks like he's in the mob or something. He was ready to get some pain relief....5 days later now and he still has pain. He is getting his second shot on Monday, so we'll see how that goes. If he doesn't get any relief, then I think we'll have to do surgery. Ugh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0596.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was at our friends b-day; this is the b-day girl herself doing the limbo. Can you believe how bendable she is??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0577.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's Tootie kissing, (at least it looks like it), Fussy Lou Who when she was visiting us. How cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought Bender just doesn't know what to do with babies. This is the first time he'd held Tootie, (If I remember correctly). He likes them when they get older, like 3+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, much better with Blossom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0574.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it even looks like he's enjoying it. Here he is with &lt;a href="http://sassys-world.blogspot.com"&gt;Sassy &lt;/a&gt;and Tootie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, this is hillarious. I have always said Meatgrinder (daddy) can fall asleep anywhere, and that Blossom got that from him. This is just ridiculous though. She is actually asleep in this position. I just love my kids!!!They are so funny and bring a smile to my face all the time. I can't imagine my life without any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115527489042918245?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115527489042918245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115527489042918245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115527489042918245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115527489042918245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-wonderful-family.html' title='My Wonderful Family'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115519613609099418</id><published>2006-08-10T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:00:41.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/Crying_Baby_Thursday13_Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/Crying_Baby_Thursday13_Banner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirteen Sites &amp;/or Blogs I like to visit regularly....(#2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt; 1. &lt;a href="http://amentormoment.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Sage Moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my dad's blog...oops I don't know if I want to claim him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://ovrflo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Overflow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my sis-in-law's site about Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://fussbckt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fussbucket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is her daughter Fussy Lou Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://childrenandcheeriosontheloose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Children and Cheerios on the loose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one cracks me up and makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://budmansvoice.blogspot.com/"&gt;American and Proud of it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog tells it like it is about America. He says a lot of things I wish I  could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://butterflykiss21.blogspot.com/"&gt;Butterfly Kisses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my sis-in-law's best friends blog, and I love reading her thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://reverberate58.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reverberate-My Echo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is just beautiful and she does great things with pictures; like before and afters....how do you do that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://william-joseph.com"&gt;William Joseph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my AWESOME cousin. He is an amazing pianist and everyone should stop right now and visit his site and then buy his cd. Let me know if you buy one. Then I can tell him I'm helping make him some money. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.signingtime.com"&gt;Signing Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before. I love sign language. We have most of the videos on this site and my kids love to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://jovialthrenody.blogspot.com"&gt;Jovial Threnody&lt;/a&gt;...my brother used to have this blog to write his thoughts, poems and stories, but he deleted for some reason. So you  can't visit it.  I don't know why my computer is underlining everything, and I can't figure out how to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://sassys-world.blogspot.com"&gt;The Fairy Brat&lt;/a&gt;  my daughter wanted her own blog, so we started this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://michellessweetcakes.com"&gt;Michelles Sweet Cakes&lt;/a&gt; is a great site if you live in the Phoenix, AZ area to get wedding cakes. This is my other cousin and Williams sister. She is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://lds.org"&gt;LDS Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a great site telling all about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You can listen to songs and read stories and information about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115519613609099418?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115519613609099418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115519613609099418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115519613609099418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115519613609099418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Thursday%2013/th_Crying_Baby_Thursday13_Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115515293800358392</id><published>2006-08-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:53:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/image18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/image18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDLESS&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry this is NOT my belly. I am NOT pregnant. Family can all relax now. I just love this picture, and seeing as today is Wordless Wednesday...... here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115515293800358392?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115515293800358392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115515293800358392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115515293800358392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115515293800358392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115506482850996317</id><published>2006-08-08T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:19:10.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/blog%20sidebar%20pics/mmbanner1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my #2 entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you working on any big projects around your house right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Just keeping up with my 5 kids is enough of a project for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If so, tell us about it; if not, do you have any plans to do so in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'd love to be able to clean out the garage. Since we moved in it is completely packed. There is a 3-4 foot aisle down the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do you generally pay for merchandise at your local store? Debit, credit, check, or cash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I usually pay with debit, but am starting to pay with cash. Then I can keep track of how much I'm really spending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which month of the year seems to go by the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;December!!! I love the holidays and they just go too fast. Plus I always think I have more time then I really do to buy gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which day of the week seems to go by the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday. We always have so many things we want to do, but just never even get half the list done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you taken up any new hobbies lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Blogging is my new hobby, but my greatest hobby is sign language. I absolutely love it and would really love to start taking it in college. Tootie is already signing (8 months old) milk when he's hungry. It's so neat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115506482850996317?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115506482850996317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115506482850996317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115506482850996317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115506482850996317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-madness-2.html' title='Monday Madness #2'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/blog%20sidebar%20pics/th_mmbanner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115492897708956680</id><published>2006-08-06T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:39:10.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the fmaily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so here goes with the updates.... &lt;a href="http://www.fussbckt.blogspot.com"&gt;Fussy Lou Who&lt;/a&gt; came for another visit this weekend, and I couldn't find my camera. I thought I had lost it and/or left it on the other side of town at a friends house. So I couldn't take any pictures at all. And she was SO CUTE TOO!!!! She had a great time despite the fact that her bum was burned.  Yep, ouch! She had eaten something unknown at home and it burned her bum. So we had to spray her with cool water to rinse her after diaper changes. It was so sad. She would shake from the pain if we used a wipe. Luckily she wasn't bleeding though.  Any suggestions to get rid of it??? I know...you'd think since I have 5 kids I would know, but I never have found anything to work fast enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my camera. I had put it in Sassy's purse at a b-day party at my friends house, so I wouldn't forget it there.  YEA!!! so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Landon_laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Landon_laughing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tootie has gotten more teeth. He is now 8 months old (this picture is at 6 months) and 20 pounds. He is just the CUTEST thing ever. Each of my kids get cuter, the more I have, and my first one is absolutely beautiful!!! She reminds me of a porceline doll. But then most moms are prejudice like that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Tootie now has 5 1/2 teeth. The top 2 front teeth have a huge space in between them, so he looks like a hillbilly baby. It's hillarious!! He is Pulling himself up on things and has even started to walk the length of the couch, holding on of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Taylor20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Taylor20043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got the kids registered for school this last week. Sassy will be in 5th grade, Blossom in 1st and Tinkerbell is starting Kindergarten. OH WOW!! I'll only have the 2 boys at home. Well, when I registered, they said that Tink was in the pm class. I told her I had wanted all day and had told the principle that. She had even written me down for it. Well, the front lady, Mrs. D., told me it was a first come-first serve basis. I had gotten the paperwork last week, but didn't take it back in until this week. She said that if I had taken it in last week she would have been in all day kindergarten. I was SO MAD at myself. Tinkerbell is SO ready for school. I tried to register her last year when Blossom started Kindergarten, but they wouldn't let her. She is ready to go all day. Well, Friday I got home from running errands and Daddy told me Mrs. D had called and said we could put her in. She said someone had backed out and there was a spot open if we still wanted her in all day class. So of course he said yes.  YEA!!!!! I am SO excited!!!! She is going to love it. My three girls are going to be going to school all day; 8:00-3:00 and even riding the bus.Ok, that part is scary. That means Sassy is going to have more responsibility in making sure her sisters get on the bus. I'm not sure if she's ready for that. I know she'll do it, it just makes me nervous handing control over to someone else. It actually causes me anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Gray_n_Nikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Gray_n_Nikki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this picture. I think I actually look cute! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lastly...daddy is going to be getting the epidural steroid shot tomorrow morning. We go to the hospital at 8:20am and his appt is at 9:30am. We should be done by 10:30-11am I think. They said it doesn't take long. So I'm leaving the 3 little ones at "Dr. Pain in the Neck's" house with his wife. They have 4 boys and the youngest is Blossoms age. So Tink Blossom and T like playing together.  Stinky will go over there too. Then Sassy and Tootie will be at the house by themselves. He is not feeling too hot right now and needs a lot of personal attention. (What 8 month old doesn't...right??) He has a mild head cold with a low fever...101.5 deg F.  So he just wants to lay on me and be held. He doesn't want to play like he normally does. So this way Sassy will be able to devote 100% attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope everything goes good with this epidural. We have got to get daddy back working. We have no income right now and it is KILLING us!!!!!!  So we'll see how much relief this gives him. Please pray that he'll get the most benefit from it. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115492897708956680?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115492897708956680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115492897708956680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115492897708956680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115492897708956680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/update-on-fmaily.html' title='Update on the fmaily'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115492628494054683</id><published>2006-08-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:51:24.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer is DEAD MEAT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               Computer Malfunction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so my brother was trying to fix my computer for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He is great at fixing computers and he didn't even go to school for it. My computer has been going really slow lately and I just wanted him to speed it up however he could. Well he deleted files and unused programs and things, and when he was almost finished, the computer kinda crashed. There was a blue screen that said basically the computer is not going to work right now.  So, he turned it off and said I could use his computer until he fixes mine. Basically now he has to go in and reload all the programs. He said he doesn't think I lost my stuff, just the main programs need to be re-installed.  I REALLY hope I didn't lose any of my stuff, cuz all my pictures from my digital camera are on there. I can't afford to print them out yet, so I was just saving them on my computer until I could get a CD made from Kodak.  Well, that means that I've also deleted them from my camera to make room for more pics. I will be so upset if I have lost them.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a ton of images saved from the internet, like blinkies, banners, blogger graphics, etc... I'd say I have spent a good 24-48 hours total in finding and download those graphics into my computer and then photobucket. ...Wait, if they are in my photobucket account, AND my computer, does that mean I still have them in my photobucket...I think it does.  Oh, I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know when I"ll be able to get back to the computer again. I'm not sure if he'll let me use his computer everyday until mine gets fixed. My mom said the same thing happened to her and she had to buy a new hard drive. UGH!!! I don't have money to be buying a new hard drive.  Meatgrinder still isn;t working yet. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I'll update in another post about the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115492628494054683?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115492628494054683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115492628494054683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115492628494054683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115492628494054683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/computer-is-dead-meat.html' title='Computer is DEAD MEAT!!!'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115467049693089884</id><published>2006-08-03T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:48:16.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feast #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fridaysfeast.blogspot.com"&gt;Fridays Feast &lt;/a&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name an actor or actress you think is totally underappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mike Meyers is underappreciated. I think he is hillarious. We need more kid friendly movies with him in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impress us by using a big word in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My brother has a blog called &lt;a href="http://www.jovialthrenody.blogspot.com"&gt;A Jovial Threnody&lt;/a&gt;.  He posts all his poems and songs and stories there. Check it out it's pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something inanimate that you've given a name to (such as a pet rock)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hmmmm. let me think....oh, I got it. We have named our van. I thought it was strange, but my husbands family all have names for their cars and talk about them as if they are alive. Like...Morty was really fiesty today and tried to cut someone off on the highway...&lt;br /&gt;My kids didn't want to be left out, so we named our van Tristan. I love the name and wanted to name one of my sons that, but my hubby says no. So at least  I got to name something Tristan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Course&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color would best represent your personality and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'd love to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;would represent my personality, but I don't think it does. It's just my favorite color. I think &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; most represents my personality, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; is a calming color and I like to think I can remain calm in most situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dessert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks:  ____________ is so ____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tim McGraw is so SEXY!!!! I just absolutely love him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Blinkies/TimMcGraw.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115467049693089884?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115467049693089884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115467049693089884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115467049693089884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115467049693089884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/fridays-feast-2.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feast #2'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/Blinkies/th_TimMcGraw.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115464473919554015</id><published>2006-08-03T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:38:59.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Thursday 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FA9EC5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenpinkhearts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #FA9EC5;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Shaylondon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was born in Mesa Arizona&lt;br /&gt;2. I moved to Texas and lived there for 10+ years&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I was still in Texas&lt;br /&gt;4. I have 5 beautiful kids&lt;br /&gt;5. I LOVE sign language. I'm teaching myself and kids signs as I learn them. I'd love to go to college and get a degree in it.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am going to be starting an EMT class with my brother at the end of August.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have red hair and green eyes&lt;br /&gt;8. I have factor 5 lyden. It's a blood disorder that I have to take care of only when I'm pregnant. I can get blood clots easier than most pregnant women.&lt;br /&gt;9. I had a pulmonary embolism after my 3rd child. They found it on a chest x-ray. I was admitted to the hospital. My husband and a friend gave me a blessing that everything would be ok. Afterwards the doctors did all kinds of tests and said I didn't have one. It had disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;10.I have been married for 6 1/2 years to Meatgrinder. We met in church 16 years ago and even went to the same high school. We lost contact with each other and then he found me in 1998 by chance and church.&lt;br /&gt;11.I love to sing and have been told that I have an amazing voice. I am terrified to sing in front of people though.&lt;br /&gt;12.I love to go camping with my family.&lt;br /&gt;13. I love to go to the shooting range and shoot a Berretta .22 LR handgun. That one is my favorite. I shot all 6 rounds of the Smith &amp; Wesson .44 Magnum "Dirty Harry" handgun, into the gong at 200 yards!!! Everyone told my husband he had better stay in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115464473919554015?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115464473919554015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115464473919554015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115464473919554015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115464473919554015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-thursday-13.html' title='My first Thursday 13'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115445990187078868</id><published>2006-08-01T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:18:21.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain clinic visit</title><content type='html'>So daddy (Meatgrinder) went to the Pain Clinic today. It was a good visit.  The doctor is going to do an epidural steroid injection on him next Monday.  I'm not sure what exactly it is, but he said it could get rid of his pain for up to 3 years, or it could not give him any pain relief.  I REALLY hope it gives him the longest pain relief.  Sage do you know more about these types of epidurals??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115445990187078868?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115445990187078868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115445990187078868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115445990187078868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115445990187078868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/08/pain-clinic-visit.html' title='Pain clinic visit'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115437790442975359</id><published>2006-07-31T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:31:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another visit from Fussy Lou Who</title><content type='html'>OK, so we got another visit from &lt;a href="http://fussbckt.blogspot.com"&gt;Fussy Lou Who&lt;/a&gt;. It was so much fun. She was so playful and happy. She is such a cute baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0531.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0545-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0545-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0543-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0543-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0544-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0544-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three little girls had matching dresses for church. It was so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0546-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0546-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0550-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0550-1.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the play by play of Fussy Lou taking Tootie's binkie. He wasn't too happy. We were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0496.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/0e41891d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/0e41891d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/67f87124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/67f87124.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/46c86f57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/46c86f57.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHHHH!! Don't tell her &lt;a href="http://overflo.blogspot.com"&gt;mom &lt;/a&gt;we drugged her. Just kidding. These are just funny. I don't know what she was doing. Tootie was blinking when I took the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0564.jpg" alt="" 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;Here she is with her daddy &lt;a href="http://www.jovialthrenody.blogspot.com"&gt;Thought-bender&lt;/a&gt;. It was so sweet to see them playing together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115437790442975359?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115437790442975359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115437790442975359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115437790442975359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115437790442975359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-visit-from-fussy-lou-who.html' title='Another visit from Fussy Lou Who'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_100_0531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115436780234152297</id><published>2006-07-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:39:12.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/consign2-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/consign2-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok So something happened to some of my pictures and links. I am in the process of fixing the blog. All the links to blogrolls that I had on my sidebar I have to redo. I am in the process of doing it, but it takes a while and I have 5 kids. So, I'll try to get them all back up no later than tomorrow. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;update. I think everything is fixed now. If you find something wrong, please let me know. Hope you enjoy your visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115436780234152297?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115436780234152297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115436780234152297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115436780234152297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115436780234152297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115436656999651259</id><published>2006-07-31T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:43:11.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                             Monday Madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so here's another blogroll I just joined. It's called...., Monday Madness. They post questions for you to answer to learn more about each other. Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a photo blog? If so, feel free to share the link with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This is my photo blog. You can look at all my pictures of my family here. I don't know what a photoblog is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many pets do you own, and what are their names? If none, have you had a favorite pet in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I have a dog named Blue. He's a Corgi mix,(what he's mixed with we don't know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many times a week does the carpet in your house get vacuumed? No carpet? How many times a MONTH do your floors get mopped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I have hardwood floors downstairs and they get vacuumed everyday. Otherwise you step on stuff all day long. Upstairs is carpet and I vacuum that 2x a week. Mondays and Thursdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which room in your house do you spend the most time in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The living room. It has the TV, computer, and couch to lounge on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you read any good books lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The last book I read was...the 10th book in the "Tennis Shoes Among the Nephites" series. I'm waiting for the 11th to come out. They are great books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your biggest source of news? (Newspaper? Television? Radio? Other?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My husband. He is always listening to talk radio or watching the news.  When I do get a chance to watch the news I tell him what I've learned and he says, "Oh yea, I know, and also...." then he tells me so much more than I saw on the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan%28" 115431726203445041=""&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCount('115431726203445041');  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115436656999651259?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115436656999651259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115436656999651259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115436656999651259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115436656999651259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115431693552615427</id><published>2006-07-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:35:35.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Photo Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/0901/psh2.jpg" alt="PSHunt" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Scavenger Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Theme. Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Cyanstongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Cyanstongue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I just joined the Saturday Photo Scavenger  Hunt. Every Saturday (that I can) I'll be posting the picture from their theme. This weeks theme is Pets/Animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother's cat Cyan.  Isn't this hillarious? She is really sticking out her tongue!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115431693552615427?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115431693552615427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115431693552615427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115431693552615427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115431693552615427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-photo-hunt.html' title='Saturday Photo Hunt'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_Cyanstongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115415995058472483</id><published>2006-07-28T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:59:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new post about &lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday's Feast.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a new fun way to get to know more about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the funniest dream you can remember having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember any funny dreams. I actually can't remember any right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a dog, what breed would you be, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to be an Australian Shephard. They are so fun loving and loyal, yet very protective of their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue this sentence: "I get confused when..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? Oh, ok   .... My husband tries to explain math,  chemical dilutions, and firearms calibers. He is so stinkin' smart, I just can't follow his thinking sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Main Course&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name two things that need to be done, but you are procrastinating in completing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registering my kids in school. I just don't want to get in the car to drive there. It is too hot and humid right now.&lt;br /&gt;Filling out paperwork to get a house. I don't know why I'm not doing it; maybe I'm scared to have my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dessert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you tried something new, and what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down the waterslides at Sunsplash. They were scary cuz one was pitch black and then had lights blinking, and the other one had crazy twists and turns. That was about 3 weeks ago. I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115415995058472483?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115415995058472483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115415995058472483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115415995058472483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115415995058472483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/fridays-feast.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feast'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115406751440918169</id><published>2006-07-27T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:47:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Lexi_n_grandpa-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Lexi_n_grandpa-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures. It was taken about a year before Grandpa passed away. I miss him so much. Grandpa and Grandma have helped me out so many times. They let Sassy and me  live with them while I was going to school, before I got married. They babysat Sassy for me while I was at school, and when I'd go out with friends. He is the greatest grandpa ever. He was always doing something for someone else. He was always in his woodshop working on a new carving. He was an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; woodworker.  Their house is  full of wood carvings. Each grandchild got to pick one after he died.  Now that each grandchild has one, the greats get to pick. So all my kids, and myself have a carving from Grandpa. I'm sad that they won't know  him more than they do. They won't get to grow up with his positive  influence in their lives.  He lived life to the fullest and was always doing something. He didn't waste his life away sitting in front of the TV, or complaining about life and family. He always looked to the positive about everyone. Even when the positive was buried way deep down. He loved everyone to the fullest, and made sure you knew it. I can only hope that I can try to be that kind of person. We  miss you Grandpa. We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115406751440918169?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115406751440918169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115406751440918169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115406751440918169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115406751440918169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-grandpa.html' title='My Grandpa'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_Lexi_n_grandpa-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115388762337568428</id><published>2006-07-25T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:50:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy babysits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/87abe5c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/87abe5c8.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/28976569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/28976569.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/0ee260d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/0ee260d9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/100_0402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when I leave the kids with Sassy to babysit. AAHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115388762337568428?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115388762337568428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115388762337568428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115388762337568428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115388762337568428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/sassy-babysits.html' title='Sassy babysits'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_87abe5c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115388473810195122</id><published>2006-07-25T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:53:04.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>William-Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Bill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Bill2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Bill1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Bill1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Bill3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/Bill3.jpg" alt="" 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;So here is my cousin.... &lt;a href="http://www.william-joseph.com"&gt;William Joseph&lt;/a&gt;. He is an EXTRAORDINARY pianist.  He has gotten to tour with Josh Grobin, and Clay Aiken. His show is amazing. He has a CD out by Warner Brothers and producer &lt;a href="http://www.davidfoster.com"&gt;David Foster.&lt;/a&gt; He has produced people like, Barbara Striesand, Michael Jackson (before he was strange),  Whitney Houston, &lt;a href="http://www.joshgroban.com"&gt;Josh Groban&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.michaelbuble.com"&gt;Michael Buble'&lt;/a&gt;, etc.... Check out his website and buy his CD.  You won't be sorry.  Oh, and yes he's married and has 2 boys.   So,  sorry he's not single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.william-joseph.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115388473810195122?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115388473810195122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115388473810195122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115388473810195122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115388473810195122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/william-joseph.html' title='William-Joseph'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/family/th_Bill2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115353359854731402</id><published>2006-07-21T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:14:51.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sage-my dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%5BIMG%5Dhttp://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/anwolf3.gif%5B/IMG%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="%5BIMG%5Dhttp://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/anwolf3.gif%5B/IMG%5D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%5BIMG%5Dhttp://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/anwolf3.gif%5B/IMG%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="%5BIMG%5Dhttp://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/anwolf3.gif%5B/IMG%5D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of  Sage. If you're brave enough, click on the link on the side and go visit his website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.tripod.com/%7Efoxtrotters/animate.htm" com="" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/anwolf3.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" 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/29786109-115353359854731402?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115353359854731402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115353359854731402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115353359854731402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115353359854731402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/sage-my-dad.html' title='Sage-my dad'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115353291986187025</id><published>2006-07-21T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:48:39.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a few pretty pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/d4198cca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/d4198cca.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/b5810a41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/b5810a41.jpg" alt="" 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;This was a sunset a few days ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115353291986187025?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115353291986187025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115353291986187025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115353291986187025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115353291986187025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-few-pretty-pictures-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115353261884772093</id><published>2006-07-21T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:43:38.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More chiropractor visits</title><content type='html'>This time when we went, "Dr. Pain in the Neck" treated Blossom. She had fallen in the shower and hit her back on the side of the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0412.jpg" alt="" 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;She did not like her neck being cracked. She was laughing the whole time she was getting adjusted. When she got up, she had tears in her eyes. It scared her. She didn't want to flip over on her tummy so it was Stinky's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0414.jpg" alt="" 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;He just wanted to get on the table, so he layed down and doc cracked him up. He was laughing the whole time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0415.jpg" alt="" 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;Then I bribed Blossom to get back on the table. I told her I'd hold her hand the whole time. She did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0416.jpg" alt="" 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;This is a picture of what I thought was a tree with metal around the leaves. Daddy said it's not. It's completely metal.  He said it's a cell phone site.  I had always thought it was a real tree. But if you look at the "trunk" you can tell it's metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/3d07d2a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/3d07d2a0.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/29786109-115353261884772093?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115353261884772093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115353261884772093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115353261884772093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115353261884772093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-chiropractor-visits.html' title='More chiropractor visits'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115353186720242760</id><published>2006-07-21T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:34:55.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from friends</title><content type='html'>Our friends from our old neighborhood came to visit us yesterday. It was great to see them again. They have 3 kids.  J.J., Trae. and Tris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0417.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Blossom and Trae. They were in the same Kindergarten class. They were going to marry each other. Both agreed to it, but then Blossom told him to eat some sand. He did it, and she said she didn't want to marry him anymore cuz that was gross. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0423.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinky and Tris were playing dress ups. He's Batman (duh) and she's Belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbelle and Tris. were eating their lunch. mac and cheeeeeeeeese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the city pool and had a blast. It was Sassy's 11th b-day and we wanted to go swimming. It rained in the morning and there were dark clouds, so we didn't know if we were going to be able to swim. But it cleared up, so we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0432.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trae. went off the diving board and loved it. They wouldn't let him go off the big one though. You have to be at least 8 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Sassy and J.J..  They were swimming in the deep pool while we were in the kiddie pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j82/shaylondon/100_0429.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/29786109-115353186720242760?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115353186720242760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115353186720242760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115353186720242760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115353186720242760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/visit-from-friends.html' title='Visit from friends'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115324125629466503</id><published>2006-07-18T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T09:47:36.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiropractor visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0370.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's daddy at a visit to the chiropractor. I hadn't been to a visit with him, so I was surprised to see what happens. This is the massage table that he lays on for 10 min.  Doctor "Pain in the neck" is a great doctor and personal friend.  (Tinkerbelle came up with that nick name for him). He has done so much to help daddy with his back. Because he lives within walking distance of us, we can call on him any time we need to. He is such a wonderful friend/doctor.  He was reading the MRI report to us in this picture.  It's good/bad news. Not as bad as we thought, but we're waiting for the actual films so we can see them to really know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gets his head in a vise. lol. He goes on the decompression table to....yep, decompress. His whole body pretty much gets tied down and the doc turns a crank on a screw to stretch him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0373.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then half the table moves and doc folds him in half.....kinda. The bottom half of the table moves up and down and back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he gets on the table. It's cool cuz it is standing up, and lowers you down to a horizontal position automatically. That's where he really got his neck worked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0379.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  scares me seeing doc crack his neck. It just looks painful. But I've had it done and it feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/100_0381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinky came with us and was just playing around with his truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115324125629466503?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115324125629466503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115324125629466503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115324125629466503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115324125629466503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/chiropractor-visit.html' title='Chiropractor visit'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115274041541035514</id><published>2006-07-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:42:25.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>So we took dad back to the hospital. Blah, blah, how fun. We dropped him off and then went to eat. Tootie got his first piece of pizza. Ok so it's only the crust, but he loved it. Blossom didn't want to share her pizza with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0314.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0318.jpg" alt="" 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;We were there all day at the hospital. I could've just left him there, but he wasn't doin so hot and I needed to tell the doc everything. I knew he'd forget something. So that's why we waited there too.&lt;br /&gt;Tootie decided that it was going to be the day he stood for the first time. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Dad had ice on his neck to help with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Sassy was tired and didn't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did an awesome job being quiet in the ER. You wouldn't have known there were 5 kids in there if you didn't look. I am so proud of them for behaving. Stinky got restless towards the end, but he did good too. It was so COLD in there, we all had blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0321.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0321.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0327.jpg" alt="" 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;Daddy is on the phone talking to his boss, letting him know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0330.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. This is why we keep going to the ER. He has a regular doc that has been seeing him for 2 years.  Well, he goes on vacation quite often and when he does, daddy has to either go without his meds if it is the refill time, or see another doc. Well, his doctor told the other docs that he was the only one allowed to see dad. That way he could monitor his progress and pain. He is on some really high pain meds. Well, doc was out of town and daddy needed a refill, so that's why we took him to the ER last week. When he went back to the doc this week, he told him about the ER visit and getting refills. The doc told him he was going to have to go somewhere else to get his pain meds. He wasn't going to take care of him anymore. So he left him high and dry with NOTHING!!!!! You can't go from what he was on, to nothing!!! He is a mess right now.  We tried to get an MRI at the ER, but they said it has to be an actual emergency. Like his head is falling off or something. He has a perforated/bulging disk in his neck and his chiropractor needs to know where it's at now. He broke his neck in 1996 and has either c-4 and c-5, or c-5 and c-6,(can't remember at the moment and he's asleep so I can't ask him), fused together with bone taken from his hip,  with a titanium plate and 4 screws.  So he is in a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;But we deal with it and life goes on. We are now looking for a pain management clinic that will take care of him.  Oh, plus we have no insurance since he started a new job. The old one was supposed to cover him for 60 days, but they cut him off immediately. So wish us luck and please pray for him to not have too much pain while we're in transition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115274041541035514?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115274041541035514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115274041541035514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115274041541035514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115274041541035514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115273812331515057</id><published>2006-07-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:02:03.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0294.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0294.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Saturday, Tinkerbelle woke up to the house decorated for her birthday. She wanted streamers and balloons and a cake and candles. So I did. Even though her b-day was about 2 weeks ago. That night we made the cake. Here is Tootie and dad chillin' while the rest of the family is makin the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0295.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0295.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbelle wanted a bundt cake. She liked the design of it. She also wanted to decorate it herself. So her and Stinky made their own cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a devils food cake with homemade white frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0306.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0306.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even found sprinkles. The hole in the cake got filled with frosting. It was about 2 inches deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0308.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0308.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles were magic ones. They kept relighting. There were 12 candles in the box, 4 of each color, so we sand happy b-day to Blossom, Tinkerbelle, and Stinky. Then they each blew out their own candles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115273812331515057?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115273812331515057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115273812331515057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115273812331515057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115273812331515057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-cake.html' title='birthday cake'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115239865243319036</id><published>2006-07-08T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:12:26.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from Whoville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a visit from &lt;a href="http://www.fussbckt.blogspot.com"&gt;Fussy Lou Who from Whoville.&lt;/a&gt;   She got to stay the night with us.  Blossom played with her in the pack 'n play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0225.jpg" alt="" 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;I put her on the stairs and she started climbing up them a little. She's doing lunges right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0232.jpg" alt="" 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;Then we gave the babies a bath. Tootie loved it. He was splashing away and making a huge mess; spilling water all over the floor. Fussy Lou was just kinda sitting there quietly eating the toys. She did not make any mess on her side of the sink. Thank you Fussy Lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0238.jpg" alt="" 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;Then all of a sudden........&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waaaahhhh!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just started screaming and wouldn't stop. So she got a bottle and went to bed for the night at about 6pm. She slept the WHOLE night, and woke up at about 8:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a happy morning as Tinkerbelle was feeding her. Blossom was feeding Tootie. Sure glad I have 2 high chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0252.jpg" alt="" 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;Tinkerbelle was trying to get her to open her mouth. It's funny, Fussy Lou is a slow eater, and Tootie is a speedy eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and they're off...looks like Fussy Lou Who is in the lead at this point, but Tootie is catching up. It's a close race......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0253.jpg" alt="" 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;"Please, please, no more pictures. I'm just glad to have won the race and not had any injuries. I'd like to thank my mom and dad,  for all their support......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0278.jpg" alt="" 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;a href="http://christsmen.blogspot.com"&gt;Thought-bender&lt;/a&gt; and Fussy Lou Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0291.jpg" alt="" 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;WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0279.jpg" alt="" 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;That was our day with Fussy Lou Who. We had a good time visiting with her and &lt;a href="http://ovrflo.blogspot.com"&gt;Nellie Bellie&lt;/a&gt; and Thought-Bender.  Come back to visit soon Fussy Lou Who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115239865243319036?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115239865243319036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115239865243319036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115239865243319036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115239865243319036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/visit-from-whoville.html' title='A visit from Whoville'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115222174369290320</id><published>2006-07-06T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:40:26.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again!!!</title><content type='html'>You'll NEVER guess what happened.  Yep, our AC went out again. The kids slept with wet towels on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the DUMB machine!!!&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;The AC guy came again, (cuz I called the company myself) and tried to fix the problem. Here's one of the problems. The connector is burned up and just hanging inside the AC unit. So he replaced the burnt parts and taped it up nice and neat. Then after he got it all put back together, he was waiting to make sure it worked right, and it cut off. So the motor is burned up. It is turning itself off when it gets too hot. So he has to go get another motor all the way across town. So it's still hot here.  He said he'll be back this afternoon/early evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0217.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0217.0.jpg" alt="" 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;Here he is. He was way cool. He found some salamanders and showed the kids. He also sprayed them with the hose when they were outside playing in the water. Sassy was the only one who dared hold the salamander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0220.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0220.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0218.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0218.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0212.jpg" alt="" 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;The warranty company told me we were going to have to pay again for them to do the work and I told him no. I said we weren't going to pay any more money, cuz we've already spent almost $1000. Yep. I'm sure we could've bought a new unit for that much. Ok maybe not, but close enough. I explained to him all the money that we've spent and that I wasn't going to pay any more. He said, ok, I waived it for you, and I'm probably going to get my butt chewed out for it. I thanked him sincerely and so we are just waiting for him to get back with the part.&lt;br /&gt;Yea mom!!! I know how to get what I want. Most of the time. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115222174369290320?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115222174369290320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115222174369290320&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115222174369290320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115222174369290320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/once-again_06.html' title='Once again!!!'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115212933840655955</id><published>2006-07-05T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:25:07.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Well, we had a wonderful day yesterday. First thing in the am, Nana took the b-day kids to the store for ice cream and a present.  Stinky fell asleep in the car taking dad to the chiropractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0159.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0158.jpg" alt="" 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;Then we went to Golfland Sunsplash with our friends, (the chiropractor's family). Blossom and her friend T. were going down the slide together. Tinkerbelle kept going over and over. They were doing great at swimming in the 1 foot water. Stinky was terrified to walk in it though. He kept screaming "hold you! hold you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0170.jpg" alt="" 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;Tootie LOVED splashing in the water. He had a huge smile on his face. He also loved the hot dog that dad let him taste. Don't worry, he just tasted it with his tongue, we didn't feed any to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0172.jpg" alt="" 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;We went over to the golfing side and golfed. The kids had fun, but Tinkerbelle fell and skinned her knee and it was just too hot. So we abandoned the golfing and went to the water again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Blossom, Tinkerbelle and mom went back to the water, dad, Sassy, Tootie, and Stinky stayed and played in the huge castle play area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0188.jpg" alt="" 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;My beautiful girls. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0181.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0185.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0161.jpg" alt="" 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;Then came the arcades. All the kids loved the motorcycle and car racing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0191.jpg" alt="" 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;My cute boys. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0192.jpg" alt="" 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;We were there from 2pm to 10pm, so we missed the fireworks. We were just having so much fun.  I hope you and your family had as much fun celebrating this special day for America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115212933840655955?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115212933840655955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115212933840655955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115212933840655955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115212933840655955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-4th-of-july_05.html' title='Our 4th of July'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115196764117791302</id><published>2006-07-03T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:00:41.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0015_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0015_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy right now is teaching the kids how to sing "Take me out to the ball game" She is making them sing it over and over again. We have it on karaoke and she is pointing to the words on the TV and having them sing it one line at a time. Then they are auditioning for the "performance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0008.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were all watching the show, called...oh I can't remember what it's called. I think it's the Worlds most shocking videos. They were showing the running of the bulls and a guy got the horns of the bull right up his bum. They showed it over and over again. He flew up in the air and landed on it. It looked very painful to say the least. Well, I said, "that's why you don't ever do the running of the bulls" and Blossom said, "just the walking of the bulls?"  I died!! It was so cute and innocent. When I started laughing she said, "wait, wait, I was just kidding". She is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0009.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbelle is the one doing most of the singing right now to "Take me out to the ball game". She is having a fun time. Well she sang the line ...buy me some peanuts and Apple Jacks.....  It was so cute. Sassy didn't correct her either. So they are lerning the song that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0010.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinky is dressed in nylons and makeup right now. I think he needs some male influence QUICKLY!!!! Where's the G.I. Joes and guns???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootie is learning to stand up in his crib. Don't have a picture yet, cuz he'd fall down every time I tried to get one. He's not ready to show off yet I guess. We are also renaming him TANK. I know that was my brother's name as a baby, but he's following in his footsteps. He is growing so fast and getting cute rolls. I have to call him tank.&lt;br /&gt;If I can find the picture of my brother as a baby, I'll post it. He was so cute, but so fat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115196764117791302?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115196764117791302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115196764117791302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115196764117791302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115196764117791302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-kids.html' title='Funny kids'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115195997830943836</id><published>2006-07-03T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:55:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Iron Mike"</title><content type='html'>Another story about a soldier's bravery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant in the picture is Michael Burghard, part of the Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Team that is supporting 2nd Brigade 28th Infantry Division (Pennsylvania Army National Guard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading the fight is Gunnery Sgt Michael Burghardt, known as "Iron Mike" or just "Gunny." He is on his third tour in Iraq. He had become a legend in the bomb disposal world after winning the Bronze Star for disabling 64 IEDs and destroying 1,548 pieces of ordnance during his second tour. Then, on September 19, he got blown up. He had arrived at a chaotic scene after a bomb had killed four US soldiers. He chose not to wear the bulky bomb protection suit. "You can't react to any sniper fire and you get tunnel-vision," he explains. So, protected by just a helmet and standard-issue flak jacket, he began what bomb disposal officers term "the longest walk," stepping gingerly into a 5 feet deep and 8 feet wide crate&lt;br /&gt;The earth shifted slightly and he saw a Senao base station with a wire leading from it. He cut the wire and used his 7 inch knife to probe the ground. "I found a piece of red detonating cord between my legs," he says. "That's when I knew I was screwed." Realizing he had been sucked into a trap, Sgt Burghardt, 35, yelled at everyone to stay back. At that moment, an insurgent, probably watching through binoculars, pressed a button on his mobile phone to detonate the secondary device below the sergeant's feet. "A chill went up the back of my neck and then the bomb exploded," he recalls. "As I was in the air I remember thinking, 'I don't believe they got me.' I was just ticked off they were able to do it. Then I was lying on the road, not able to feel anything from the waist down." His colleagues cut off his trousers to see how badly he was hurt. None could believe his legs were still there. "My dad's a Vietnam vet who's paralyzed from the waist down," says Sgt Burghardt. "I was lying there thinking I didn't want to be in a wheelchair next to my dad and for him to see me like that. They started to cut away my pants and I felt a real sharp pain and blood trickling down. Then I wiggled my toes and I thought, 'Good, I'm in business.' "As a stretcher was brought over, adrenaline and anger kicked in. "I decided to walk to the helicopter. I wasn't going to let my teammates see me being carried away on a stretcher." He stood and gave the insurgents who had blown him up a one-fingered salute. "I flipped them one. It was like, 'OK, I lost that round but I'll be back next week'."&lt;br /&gt;Copies of a photograph depicting his defiance, taken by Jeff Bundy for the Omaha World-Herald, adorn the walls of homes across America and that of Col John Gronski, the brigade commander in Ramadi, who has hailed the image as an exemplar of the warrior spirit. Sgt Burghardt's injuries - burns and wounds to his legs and buttocks - kept him off duty for nearly a month and could have earned him a ticket home. But, like his father - who was awarded a Bronze Star and three Purple Hearts for being wounded in action in Vietnam - he stayed in Ramadi to engage in the battle against insurgents who are forever coming up with more ingenious ways of killing Americans&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Finger%20from%20Sarge%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/320/Finger%20from%20Sarge%5B1%5D.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/29786109-115195997830943836?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115195997830943836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115195997830943836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115195997830943836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115195997830943836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/iron-mike.html' title='&quot;Iron Mike&quot;'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115195436845937425</id><published>2006-07-03T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:54:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud American</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/11fc6f005b_orig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/11fc6f005b_orig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post_body"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I found this post on &lt;a href="http://budmansvoice.blogspot.com/"&gt;American and Proud of it.&lt;/a&gt;   I was so touched by the story I had to post it.  I am so proud to be an American. I love my country and all the service men and women that fight for our freedom.  Please join my family in supporting our country tomorrow and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wear red on Fridays and send a message to the liberal media and politicians. Here’s why. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The author is unknown and whether it’s true or not – uncertain. But the message still holds true, and the idea of wearing red on Fridays is a good way to show our support for the troops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo's, as they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi," the little girl then she asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, he didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The mother of the little girl, who said her daughters name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter, Courtney, missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up. When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other&lt;br /&gt;servicemen pulled out a military looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you." He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying "your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon."”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event unfolded. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority". We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is...We need your support and your prayers. Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115195436845937425?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115195436845937425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115195436845937425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115195436845937425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115195436845937425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/proud-american.html' title='Proud American'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115195310423016554</id><published>2006-07-03T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:39:48.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day...not for dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Saturday, I took dad to the ER to get another Rx for his pain meds. He was not too happy to go sit there for hours and hours. He got in right away though, so it wasn't a full day at the hospital. Can you see the thrill in his eyes. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc took x-rays and was in awe of the hardware in his neck.  He also got some pain meds in an iv.  (He's deathly afraid of needles) He did great getting it taken out. The nurse was really nice. He said she's the best at needles so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0136.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to McD's for the kids b-day. Tinkerbelle really wanted to go there to eat, so we did.   Sassy played video games of course, but then she got up and played with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all happy to be there of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0139.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootie was trying to eat the ice cream sundae lid. His gums were showing thru the lid and it was hilarious. Click on the picture to get a bigger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossom got swirl ice cream and put it on like lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did Tink. She and Stinky, (in the background), had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootie really wanted to eat a French fry, so I let him grab it and eat it. But he bit off a big piece so I had to take it away. That's when we gave him the ice cream lid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115195310423016554?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115195310423016554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115195310423016554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115195310423016554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115195310423016554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-daynot-for-dad.html' title='Fun day...not for dad'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115177643116556123</id><published>2006-07-01T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:53:51.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/b-day%20kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/b-day%20kids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the b-day kids. They got the new clothes and the bear from Aunt Tootsie Bella and Grammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Taylor%27s%20clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Taylor%27s%20clothes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outfit is from Aunt Tootsie Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Taylor%27s%20b-day%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Taylor%27s%20b-day%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Tink loving her new bear "Frosty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Superman%20truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Superman%20truck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinky got a Superman truck from his cousins BooBoo, LeeLee and Dozer. He also got some more clothes and a stuffed puppy from Grammy. He also got a metal school bus that he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Happy%20b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Happy%20b-day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for our presents!!! We're off to the movies now in Grammy's convertible "Sharky".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115177643116556123?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115177643116556123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115177643116556123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115177643116556123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115177643116556123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/present-time.html' title='Present time'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115173021665553301</id><published>2006-06-30T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:03:36.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Gray_babies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Gray_babies2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I thought I'd post some Christmas pictures now, so that maybe it'll help us cool off. At least for a moment. This is daddy, Tootie, and &lt;a href="http://www.fussbckt.blogspot.com"&gt;Fussy Lou Who. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Lovely%20Landon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Lovely%20Landon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my absolute favorite picture of Tootie. He finished nursing and daddy decided he wanted to take a picture. The background with the trees is a burp cloth that I made. I had it laying across my stomach and a towel on my legs to protect me from puke. It is the most beautiful accidental picture we've ever taken. You'd never have guessed he was on my lap huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Nikki%20and%20babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Nikki%20and%20babies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was holding Tootie and &lt;a href="http://www.fussbckt.blogspot.com"&gt;Fussy Lou Who.&lt;/a&gt; Even though they are not twins, they are just as much work since they are the same age. I had fun babysitting Fussbucket for a few months. It was a lot of work, but fun at the same time. I'd go out to the store with all 6 kids and people would stop and say how cute my babies were. If they didn't say anything else, I wouldn't tell them she wasn't mine. If they asked how old they were, then I'd tell them the story of her birth and that she wasn't mine. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Christmas%20twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Christmas%20twins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nellie Bellie and I both dressed the babies in matching outfits not even knowing it. This was their first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Kellers%20and%20Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Kellers%20and%20Santa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family friends came to visit AZ for the winter. Their son and daughter-in-law live here, so they came to visit us. It was such a good visit seeing them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115173021665553301?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115173021665553301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115173021665553301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115173021665553301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115173021665553301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115172098583876091</id><published>2006-06-30T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:29:45.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootie was watching something. Not quite sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0038_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0038_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootie attacking mom with kisses. He loves me. yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0032_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0032_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Blossom plotting what food to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0035_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0035_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little stoner....I mean cotton candy freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy got Panda Express at the game and Stinky tried to eat it with chop stix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115172098583876091?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115172098583876091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115172098583876091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115172098583876091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115172098583876091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-baseball.html' title='More baseball'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115172017087383645</id><published>2006-06-30T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:31:03.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First baseball game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0029_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0029_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Tootie went to his first &lt;a href="http://arizona.diamondbacks.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/index.jsp?c_id=ari"&gt;AZ Diamondbacks&lt;/a&gt; baseball game.  He had a lot of fun. He even gave the man his ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0031_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0031_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat right behind Louis Gonzalez.  It was so much fun. Except the crowd was VERY boring. They couldn't even do the wave. The people in the next section over tried to start the wave about 15 times. Thank you Nana for the tickets!!! We had a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had fun sitting with his Nana, even though he's not smiling right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept kissing mom. Yep they were slimy kisses. I had to wipe my face afterwards.  That's lipstick on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbelle and the rest of the kids kept playing musical chairs. They wanted to sit with Uncle Kaynos and Nana, and then they wanted to sit with us in the row behind them. The people sitting next to us were nice considering the kids kept climbing over the seat. Daddy got them cotton candy and they were SO wired. Stinky would not hold still and ended up spilling the $4 tub of popcorn that Nana had bought. Sorry Nana!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun, and the kids were embarrassed by me. I was screaming and yelling when we were supposed to. The only problem is, nobody else around was yelling. The croud was noisy, but I basically had to start the yelling and whistling when we were supposed to GET LOUD!!!! and MAKE SOME NOISE!!! The kids told me to be quiet at first, but after a while when they realized they were allowed to yell, they started in on it. Except Stinky was so wired that he was yelling all the time and not only when you're supposed to. Oh well. They had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115172017087383645?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115172017087383645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115172017087383645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115172017087383645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115172017087383645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-baseball-game.html' title='First baseball game'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115171895725059860</id><published>2006-06-30T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:55:57.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLELUJAH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE FINALLY HAVE AC AFTER A WEEK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warranty company finally got their act together and called someone to get our AC fixed.  So we were able to come home.  Thank heavens!!! It's so nice being able to  walk into your cool house instead of it being hot and muggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Tinkerbell&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e and Stinky are having a wonderful b-day. Tonight they are each going to have together time with Nana to get icecream. Tomorrow morning they are going with Grammy and Aunt Tootsie Bella to see the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.overthehedgemovie.com"&gt;Over the Hedge"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossom got to do the same thing for her b-day in May. Then after they get back we are going to go to the pool and have a PAR-TAY!!!! Shhhh they don't know yet.  Don't worry if you weren't invited. It's just us. Mom, dad and kids. We can't afford anything big right now. So it's just the fam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0009.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/29786109-115171895725059860?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115171895725059860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115171895725059860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115171895725059860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115171895725059860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/hallelujah_30.html' title='HALLELUJAH!!'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115154776526923460</id><published>2006-06-28T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:24:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no AC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we have had the worst experience with the AC having gone out. The warranty company is the WORST to deal with. We were supposed to be on emergency status,and we STILL!!!!! don't have the AC fixed. How ridiculous is that. So we had our own guy come out 2 days ago and he looked at it and decided it needed a new compressor;It had gone to ground. So he called in to get his work authorized and the warrenty company didn't&lt;br /&gt;have any of the info that he gave them. So they tried to call him to get the&lt;br /&gt;info and he didn't answer for whatever reason. So once again another night&lt;br /&gt;in a hotel. So yesterday the warranty company said that his quote was 2x the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0025_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0025_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;price of their own companies and they were going to find someone else to do the air. So today someone came out and looked at the AC and decided it needed a new compressor, (big surprise), and he had to get the parts. So it might get fixed tonight. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Well throughout all this yucky stuff, we have had a great experience with the Best Western that we stayed at. They let us do late check outs and when we had to come back, they had the same rooms for us. Then yesterday Gray's friend that got him his job, said we could stay at his house. It is a BEAUTIFUL home. He is such a good friend. He said we can stay as long as we need to. So we are staying again tonight. The kids are loving it, cuz he has a pool and so they are swimming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Until then...today is Tinkerbelle's 5th b-day and Stinky's 3rd                                                                                                 b-day and Tootie's 7 month b-day. Yep Tink and Stinky were                             both born on June 28th 2 years apart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0028_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0028_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;B-DAY!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0086.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0086.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinky is digging for gold&lt;br /&gt;Blossom is the alligator&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbelle is the cheetah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0020_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0020_00.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/100_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/100_0027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, this is Big T's pool in his backyard. It was beautiful and so much fun staying there. The kids are still asking when we can go back. They didn't want to come home. Stinky started crying cuz he wanted to stay with Big T at his house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115154776526923460?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115154776526923460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115154776526923460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115154776526923460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115154776526923460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-no-ac_28.html' title='Still no AC'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115125485053406815</id><published>2006-06-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:03:36.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again it's HOT!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/no%20AZ%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/no%20AZ%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we still have no AC. We have called about 5 times and they keep telling us it's put in emergency status. But nobody has come out. So we are still at the hotel. They are nice enough to let us do late checkouts at 3 or 4 o'clock. That way we can see if anyone is coming out to fix the AC or not, while staying in the hotel. So that's nice. I don't know how long the kids are going to like that; they're kinda going crazy in there. But they like the pool and being able to swim.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens today. The &lt;a href="http://www.2-10.com"&gt;home warrenty&lt;/a&gt; guy said they will pay the hotel bill since nothing is getting taken care of yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115125485053406815?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115125485053406815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115125485053406815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115125485053406815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115125485053406815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/once-again-its-hot.html' title='Once again it&apos;s HOT!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115117464684223717</id><published>2006-06-24T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:44:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no AC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/no%20AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/no%20AC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kids with towels on their heads. It was that hot in the house. It was also cooler outside than inside the house. Crazy. So we went to a hotel with Nana.  It was so nice to be in a room with AC. You forget how lucky you are to have AC until it goes out. Especially here in AZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/hotel9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/hotel9.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/hotel8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/hotel8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were having a blast in the room. They said it felt like they were at Disneyland. I don't know why. The only time we've stayed at a hotel was when we went to Sea World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/hotel6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/hotel6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the hotel, when we were checking out said we could stay longer since our AC was out. So we are going to go back to the hotel and swim. yea!!!! The AC company's answering maching said their hours were M-F 9am-5pm. So I'm guessing we are not going to get the AC fixed this weekend. yuck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/hotel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/hotel2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kids are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootie actually started crawling around the room today.  It's so neat. He was chasing a little blue toy dog. I'm so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115117464684223717?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115117464684223717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115117464684223717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115117464684223717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115117464684223717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-no-ac.html' title='Still no AC'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115110229228201385</id><published>2006-06-23T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:38:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fussy Lou Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Oct92005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Oct92005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of &lt;a href="http://fussbckt.blogspot.com"&gt;Fussbucket&lt;/a&gt;. She was born 3 months premature. She is technically the same age as Tootie, (6 1/2 months), just born early. She was 2 lbs when she was born if I remember correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/pics007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/pics007.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Jade%20standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Jade%20standing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, she is doing great today. She is crawling all around the house and is now standing in the crib. She is 9 1/2 months old now and has no problems from being born that early. Thank Heavens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Jedi%20Jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Jedi%20Jade.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/29786109-115110229228201385?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115110229228201385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115110229228201385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115110229228201385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115110229228201385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/fussy-lou-who.html' title='Fussy Lou Who'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115110145867889693</id><published>2006-06-23T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:24:18.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Landon%27s%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Landon%27s%20face.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an adorable picture of Tootie. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; his dimples!!! He is the only one of my kids that have them. I kiss them so much I'm afraid they might fall off. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115110145867889693?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115110145867889693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115110145867889693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115110145867889693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115110145867889693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/dimples.html' title='Dimples'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115108666531187937</id><published>2006-06-23T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:17:50.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HOT!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/muddy%20Taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/muddy%20Taylor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/muddy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/muddy2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/muddy%20Lexi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/muddy%20Lexi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/muddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/muddy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Muddy%20no%20more.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Muddy%20no%20more.jpg" alt="" 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;It is about 113 degrees today and guess what? Our AC is BROKEN!!!!!!! It is so STINKIN' HOT!! So the kids decided to go in the back to play in the water and cool off. They played in the mud too. Hey mud keeps animals cool right??? Blossom didn't want her picture taken in the mud, so she came in and got clothes on. Tootie was sleeping, and Stinky was inside the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115108666531187937?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115108666531187937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115108666531187937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115108666531187937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115108666531187937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-hot.html' title='IT&apos;S HOT!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115108617735992858</id><published>2006-06-23T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:09:45.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/crawling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/crawling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Tootie is deciding he wants to crawl. So he is doing the Mogli positioning and then falls flat on his belly. ouch! He is working at it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Mogli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Mogli.jpg" alt="" 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;He loves &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/brushing%20teeth%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/brushing%20teeth%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/brushing%20teeth%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/brushing%20teeth%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the vibrating toothbrush. Sassy put it in his mouth and turned it on and he loved it. I'm sure it felt great on his sore gums. It looks like he's getting 2 more teeth on the bottom. He already has the first 2(since 4 months old), and it looks like he's getting one on each side. So he'll have 4 bottom teeth. He didn't want her to stop brushing his teeth, that's why he's crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115108617735992858?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115108617735992858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115108617735992858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115108617735992858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115108617735992858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/crawling.html' title='Crawling'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115108543361068847</id><published>2006-06-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:57:13.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/boys%20bathing%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/boys%20bathing%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Boys%20bathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Boys%20bathing.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/boysfun%20bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/boysfun%20bath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Tootie%20bathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Tootie%20bathing.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Crazy%20mohawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Crazy%20mohawk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootie and Stinky were just that....Tootie  and Stinky all day. So they took a bath and loved it. Tootie used to scream at every bath, and absolutely hated it. Now that he can sit up on his own though, he loves it and laughes and has a blast. Stinky wanted to    do mohawks for both of them and so he did Tootie's mohawk, and  I made his. He is such a nut!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115108543361068847?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115108543361068847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115108543361068847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115108543361068847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115108543361068847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/bath-time.html' title='Bath time'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115101282376048577</id><published>2006-06-22T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:54:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Taylor%27s%20tonsils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Taylor%27s%20tonsils.jpg" alt="" 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;Tinkerbelle had some work done on her teeth a few months &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Taylor%27s%20grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Taylor%27s%20grill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ago. She had 7 pulpotomies. That's baby root canals. Yep, OUCH!!!!She got her 5 top front teeth capped in white with silver backs; one molar on the top right and the bottom right. The molars got silver caps on them and she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SSOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; excited to have silver teeth. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My baby has a grill!!!                         aaahhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;  But she is doing great and loves to show everyone her silver  teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Taylor%27s%20silver%20tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Taylor%27s%20silver%20tooth.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/29786109-115101282376048577?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115101282376048577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115101282376048577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115101282376048577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115101282376048577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-teeth.html' title='New teeth'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115099132366654776</id><published>2006-06-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T08:48:43.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Lexi%20ironing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Lexi%20ironing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sassy was learning how to iron and was doing a good job at it. She was practicing on towels and was really enjoying it. Nothing got burned thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Lexi%20ironing%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Lexi%20ironing%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the iron attacked her. I guess it didn't like how she was handling it. She tried to fight it off, and she won. Yea Sassy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Landon%20sitting%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Landon%20sitting%202.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootie has learned how to sit by himself with out pillows surrounding him. YEA!!!!!!! He has a little cold right now and it's so sad cuz he is so stuffed up he can't breathe with his mouth closed. He is letting me spray saline up his nose and then suction without crying. He is so brave. He's not getting much sleep at night right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Landon%20%26%20saline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Landon%20%26%20saline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Maddie%20drinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Maddie%20drinking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blossom wanted a funny picture of her too. So she took a big drink of water and let it dribble out a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115099132366654776?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115099132366654776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115099132366654776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115099132366654776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115099132366654776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/silly-world.html' title='Silly world'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115099017881272525</id><published>2006-06-22T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:51:51.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Crazy%20Dallin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Crazy%20Dallin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday the kids just had a fun, crazy day. Stinky was copying his sister by wearing the headband. They were both pretending to exercise. I couldn't pass up the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Taylor%20exersize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Taylor%20exersize.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Taylor%20driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Taylor%20driving.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk and Stinky and Tinkerbelle both wanted to drive the car. Once they got in it though, they realized they were too big for it &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Dallin%20driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Dallin%20driving.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and had to get out. Blossom was riding another bike, and Sassy was riding her &lt;a href="http://www.heelys.com"&gt;Heely's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115099017881272525?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115099017881272525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115099017881272525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115099017881272525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115099017881272525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/silly-kids.html' title='Silly kids'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115091419129135564</id><published>2006-06-21T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:26:36.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New job</title><content type='html'>Well, dad actually made it thru his first week of work. He started last Monday at &lt;a href="http://www.westernpaper.com"&gt;Western Paper Distributors. &lt;/a&gt;He is a Sales Assistant for one of his buddies. It is a great job with a much better pay than his old job. He is learning so much about the company and all the great products they sell. He is so happy to be at a good reputable company that treats him with respect. There is a link for anyone to check out the company. Thank you to everyone that prayed for him to get this job, we appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115091419129135564?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115091419129135564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115091419129135564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115091419129135564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115091419129135564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-job.html' title='New job'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115082990420191485</id><published>2006-06-20T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:18:20.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Sassy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Sassy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello, Today I made my secret recipe for hot cocoa for my mom, and she LOVED IT !!! When I told my mom what my secret was she said, "That's very interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115082990420191485?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115082990420191485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115082990420191485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115082990420191485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115082990420191485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/sassy_20.html' title='Sassy'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115082692013752026</id><published>2006-06-20T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:09:08.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty trained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/potty%20trained.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/potty%20trained.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully potty trained!!!! I decided to do it on my own and was trained last week. I'm even dry at night. Mom still puts a diaper on me though just in case (at night). I have my own underware...Scooby Doo, Nemo, Spiderman, and Superman. The Superman ones are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for me!!!! I got a tootsie roll every time I went #1 and since it was more difficult for me to go #2, I got to pick my own handful. But now that I am going all the time, I get 1 for each time I use the potty!Oh, and I'm not even 3 yet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115082692013752026?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115082692013752026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115082692013752026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115082692013752026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115082692013752026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/potty-trained.html' title='Potty trained'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115082233881705686</id><published>2006-06-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:52:18.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stinky decided he wanted a turn getting massaged. Then Blossom did his back and he decided he didn't like it, so he would be the one doing the massaging. Stinky and Tootie were playing around after everyone else was asleep. UGH!!! Mom is so tired!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115082233881705686?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115082233881705686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115082233881705686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115082233881705686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115082233881705686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-giggles.html' title='More Giggles'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115082199819820015</id><published>2006-06-20T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:46:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggle Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/000_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/000_0039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were getting massages with the back massager from Stinky and laughing hysterically. Tootie had been asleep, but they were so loud they woke him up. This is him, looking around trying to figure out what is going on. It was 9pm when he woke up and he didn't fall back asleep untill 11pm. ugh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115082199819820015?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115082199819820015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115082199819820015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115082199819820015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115082199819820015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/giggle-fest.html' title='Giggle Fest'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115060476662719674</id><published>2006-06-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:26:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Jedi%27s.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/400/Jedi%27s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Jedi's. Stinky's balloon says, "thomethings on ny thung"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115060476662719674?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115060476662719674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115060476662719674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115060476662719674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115060476662719674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/jedis_115060476662719674.html' title='Jedi&apos;s'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115060454968625579</id><published>2006-06-17T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:36:21.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catheter where???!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Catheter_Dallin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Catheter_Dallin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought Stinky had a bladder infection, so I took him to the hospital and they had to give him a catheter. This was the picture before it happened. He was happy and playing around. Turns out there was nothing wrong, so he got it for nothing. We did figure out though that he was wiping after going #1, and that's what irritated it to the point that he was screaming. That's what he saw his sisters doing so he thought that was what he was supposed to do. Now he doesn't do that anymore. He's doing better now, and we're glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115060454968625579?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115060454968625579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115060454968625579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115060454968625579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115060454968625579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/catheter-where.html' title='Catheter where???!!!!'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115060396384153998</id><published>2006-06-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:12:43.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First real food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/first_hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/first_hotdog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to eat a hotdog today. I absolutely LOVED it. I want to eat real food so bad! I'm tired of the rice cereal and formula. I want a  steak with potatoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115060396384153998?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115060396384153998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115060396384153998&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115060396384153998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115060396384153998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-real-food.html' title='First real food'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115060377569797933</id><published>2006-06-17T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:09:35.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Lexi_burrito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Lexi_burrito.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy had a wonderful dinner. Burritos....She worked her booty off helping mom unpack and taking care of the kids.  She is such a big help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115060377569797933?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115060377569797933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115060377569797933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115060377569797933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115060377569797933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115051221780918956</id><published>2006-06-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:43:37.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootie bathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Landon%27s_bath3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Landon%27s_bath3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rough day today. I think I have an ear infection. I just wanted to be held today all day long. So when my mom or Sassy put me down, I cried. So mom put me in the sink for a bath and  I LOVED it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115051221780918956?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115051221780918956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115051221780918956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115051221780918956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115051221780918956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/tootie-bathing.html' title='Tootie bathing'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115051010482880819</id><published>2006-06-16T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:08:24.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Gray_n_Nikki.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Gray_n_Nikki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are. We are the proud parents of the following children. Sassy, Blossom, Tinkerbelle, Stinky and Tootie. They are such good kids. We love them!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115051010482880819?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115051010482880819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115051010482880819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115051010482880819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115051010482880819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/mom-dad_16.html' title='Mom &amp; Dad'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115051001217689211</id><published>2006-06-16T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:06:52.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Lexi_n_blue.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Lexi_n_blue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit the snow last year and it was COLD!!!! We brought our 2 dogs, Charley and Blue. They had fun and so did I until my hands froze. The snow melted thru my gloves and I thought I was going to die. It hurt so bad. I don't know if I ever want to go back to the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115051001217689211?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115051001217689211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115051001217689211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115051001217689211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115051001217689211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/sassy_16.html' title='Sassy'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115050987804637740</id><published>2006-06-16T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:04:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Maddie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Maddie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a new hair cut from my mom and her friend. I wanted to go short and my mom didn't want me to. But I won. It's so cute though. I just won't let my mom style my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115050987804637740?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115050987804637740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115050987804637740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115050987804637740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115050987804637740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/blossom_115050987804637740.html' title='Blossom'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115050976684477921</id><published>2006-06-16T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:02:46.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkerbelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Taylor.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Taylor.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a superstar. I love being in front of the camera and singing and performing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115050976684477921?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115050976684477921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115050976684477921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115050976684477921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115050976684477921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/tinkerbelle_115050976684477921.html' title='Tinkerbelle'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115050958606665699</id><published>2006-06-16T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:32:47.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Dallin%27s_blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Dallin%27s_blood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Dallin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Dallin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the hospital with a 106 temperature. You can't tell by looking at me. They took blood from my hand too and I didn't like that. They didn't find anything wrong. I'm better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115050958606665699?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115050958606665699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115050958606665699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115050958606665699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115050958606665699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/stinky_16.html' title='Stinky'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786109.post-115050946782965190</id><published>2006-06-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:57:47.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/1600/Landon_laughing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/3182/200/Landon_laughing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing hysterically at my older sisters. They were jumping up and down and making faces at me. I sure do love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29786109-115050946782965190?l=shaylondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/feeds/115050946782965190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29786109&amp;postID=115050946782965190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115050946782965190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29786109/posts/default/115050946782965190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylondon.blogspot.com/2006/06/tootie_16.html' title='Tootie'/><author><name>Shaylondon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995442580419650289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
