<?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-6093898269318110811</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:03:55.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skog Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1815540456641264038</id><published>2011-06-23T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:04:53.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wren's Life</title><content type='html'>Who is this you may say. I know it has been way too long since my last post. I have been super busy trying figure out how to be a mom of five, I still haven't figured it out and things still are not finalized, soon however, very soon!!&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I am taking a few minutes (it has taken a lot longer than that because I forgot how to do all this posting stuff) is to introduce you to the hot new up and coming Author and to ask you to check out her new blog. I am proud to say I have personally known her my whole life. She is a fantastic writer. Her mind is and always has been in some other world where there are stories going on. I wish her the best of luck and hope you will check out her blog and from there check out her web page. So why are you still reading this? Why haven't you already gone to check her out? Oh you say, because I haven't given you a link?  oh well yes I have, she is over there to the right in my blog roll under A Wren's Life. See it now? I also have linked it in the title of this post, but for all of you who can't pull your eyes away from my fantastic writing then simply click &lt;a href="http://awrenslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Why haven't you done it yet? why are you still reading this? Fine I get the hint I guess I better stop typ.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1815540456641264038?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://awrenslife.blogspot.com/' title='A Wren&apos;s Life'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://awrenslife.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1815540456641264038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1815540456641264038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1815540456641264038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1815540456641264038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/wrens-life.html' title='A Wren&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-6472008559297928464</id><published>2010-06-10T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T06:11:22.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a winner!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/TBDiKljkuZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FSCyKgDhwwI/s1600/insectshield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/TBDiKljkuZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FSCyKgDhwwI/s320/insectshield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481129418017782162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what I just won!!!! This chair is a winner of Good Housekeeping's 10 Best VIP® Awards for  2010, the Insect Shield TravelChair from Plow and Hearth.&lt;br /&gt; You all have to check out my friends blog &lt;a href="http://www.stealsdeals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steals and Deals&lt;/a&gt; they put a lot of work into it. They always find amazing deals and often have great give a ways such as this one I just won!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/default/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/default/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-6472008559297928464?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6472008559297928464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=6472008559297928464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6472008559297928464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6472008559297928464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-winner.html' title='I&apos;m a winner!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/TBDiKljkuZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FSCyKgDhwwI/s72-c/insectshield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4675954496596033142</id><published>2010-04-23T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:17:30.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To feel guilt or not to feel guilt ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/S9HHkuLP3wI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Wj9xrTG_V9M/s1600/guilt-300x299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/S9HHkuLP3wI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Wj9xrTG_V9M/s320/guilt-300x299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463367256661548802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have tremendous guilt about not keeping up with my Blog. I love reading others posts. In fact every morning I get on here to read what is going on in the lives of all my friend who are so faithful in keeping up with their blogs, but once I have spent the time doing that I feel it's time to get off the computer and spend some time on toilets or bedrooms or laundry or or or.... the list could go on and on. So I reluctantly slide off the chair and get busy on other things. The whole time feeling guilty that I just read about everything that is going on in everyone's lives and not shared a smidgen about what is going on here. I feel kinda like a freaky stalker or something wrong like that. The truth is I don't have a whole lot going on from day to day or I have a lot going on and don't want to take the time to write about it because it usually involves toilets (who would have thought that adding 3 more children [2 of which are boys] to the family would result in such nasty bathrooms, I need a maid) or something as mundane as that.&lt;br /&gt;   So the question is who out there really reads this and would benefit from hearing from me more often? I can do it, and I will do it if there is a need.&lt;br /&gt;   Just leave a comment would you?&lt;br /&gt;No promises that I will be any better at posting. I just want to know how guilty I should be feeling!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and with Love&lt;br /&gt;~Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4675954496596033142?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4675954496596033142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4675954496596033142' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4675954496596033142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4675954496596033142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-feel-guilt-or-not-to-feel-guilt.html' title='To feel guilt or not to feel guilt ...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/S9HHkuLP3wI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Wj9xrTG_V9M/s72-c/guilt-300x299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3242104388390508917</id><published>2010-02-17T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:45:42.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy and this blog is one thing I have neglected, for those of you who care I am sorry. For those of you who don't read it then you haven't missed out (come to think of it you won't even know I am apologizing because you won't read this).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I found a few minutes today and thought I'd mess around on this blog and it seems I have really messed it up Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I want all of you to know that we are doing good. The adoption process is moving forward, but not nearly as fast as we all want it to. We are all learning to adjust to the changes, well for the most part. I don't want to sugar coat anything and will say it is hard, but at the end of the day I find myself thanking my Heavenly Father for this blessing. And that is truly how I feel. We have been blessed with them and I hope they feel blessed to have us. I can't wait 'till I can post pictures of our whole family and introduce them to all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on fixing this ugly blog!!&lt;br /&gt;'till I post again c-ya&lt;br /&gt;You may have better luck finding me on facebook. It takes so much less time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3242104388390508917?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3242104388390508917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3242104388390508917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3242104388390508917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3242104388390508917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-2385493161151727089</id><published>2009-11-26T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:16:04.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>What I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1384045/Thankful" title="Wordle: Thankful"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/1384045/Thankful" alt="Wordle: Thankful" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-2385493161151727089?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2385493161151727089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=2385493161151727089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2385493161151727089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2385493161151727089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3361463042646981406</id><published>2009-09-29T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:47:49.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we ready?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SsINrQDyM8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/EpXWchtkziw/s1600-h/IMG_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386883140984910786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SsINrQDyM8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/EpXWchtkziw/s320/IMG_2595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                               (I'm not sure if I can post pictures of them yet so this will have to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                OMGosh that's my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This past weekend we had all the kids with us for an overnighter. We took advantage of Emmitt's game being canceled and took the kids down to the "flats" and did a little tourist-ing. We went to the blacksmith shop, because every kid in Nauvoo has to have had at one time a prairie diamond. Then we took them on a carriage ride. They fit right in with our other kids because they thought it was pretty boring. Sorry if that offends anyone!!&lt;br /&gt;    As of tomorrow they will all be in our home permanently. We are all so excited. Life is about to change, ready or not here it comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3361463042646981406?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3361463042646981406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3361463042646981406' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3361463042646981406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3361463042646981406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-we-ready.html' title='Are we ready?!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SsINrQDyM8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/EpXWchtkziw/s72-c/IMG_2595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-530443912694992475</id><published>2009-08-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:00:59.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is happening in the Skog family.... and it's a good thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/So60bi2AptI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ML-eCntOZk8/s1600-h/sorry+no+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372429790802388690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/So60bi2AptI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ML-eCntOZk8/s320/sorry+no+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To all my friends from facebook visiting for the first time, welcome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about the past 6 years we have been wanting to have more children. And for whatever reason we have not been blessed with a successful pregnancy. So we considered looking in to adoption. Jason and I could never agree at the same time that this is what we needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Without having to wast your time and my fingers telling you the whole story &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(call me sometime if you want to hear it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will just say things finally clicked for both of us back in November of last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However we decided to become foster parents with the option to adopt.&lt;br /&gt;We took a while to talk about it together just to make sure we both were still feeling this is what we wanted and should do.&lt;br /&gt;After more talking, praying, and &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=586a2f2324d98010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=bbd508f54922d010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;fasting&lt;/a&gt; we decided to find an agency to work with with us. We then talked to Emmitt and Constance and asked them how they felt about this. Emmitt was very supportive and couldn't wait for everything to get started. Constance on the other hand was a little reserved and had to take a couple of days to gather her thoughts. The day she came to me and told me she was okay with it she cried and said she felt really good about helping other children, and she was excited to get a little brother or sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In February we started all the paper work that needed to be done. In June we enrolled in classes. We went into the classes with the idea we did not want to become full time foster parents we only wanted kids that needed to be adopted. By our third class we had changed our mind and were 100% committed to become foster parents and help families be reunited by helping the parents over come whatever problems the were having so they could be reunited with their children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished our last class on June 29th. On July 1st we got a call from our agency saying they were looking for a pre-adoptive home for a sibling group of 3. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A 9year old boy, a 5year old girl, and a 4 year old boy) &lt;/span&gt;My feelings were, but we are so ready to go out and save families. When Jason came home we talked all night about it. We couldn't get out of our mind that everything was working they way it needed to be. For every negative we thought of there were at least 3 positives that out weighed the negative. The next day we called back the social worker and said let's move forward slowly just to make sure this is what should happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that brings us to today. As I write this I am waiting for the oldest boy to get here. And in a few weeks after some transition time the younger ones will join us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it!! We are so excited, nervous, happy, scared, grateful,, blessed...!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-530443912694992475?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/530443912694992475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=530443912694992475' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/530443912694992475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/530443912694992475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-is-happening-in-skog-family-and.html' title='Change is happening in the Skog family.... and it&apos;s a good thing'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/So60bi2AptI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ML-eCntOZk8/s72-c/sorry+no+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-372781125231700943</id><published>2009-08-14T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:46:26.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny thing happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the highlights of our sister's getaway this year is thanks to this sweet little old man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369805301660012098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoVheK50TkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zbnKhNvhfk8/s320/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were sitting on the beach our last night together enjoying the sound of the waves and the approaching sunset. When one of us notices this adorable man, cane in hand, literally hobbling down the beach towards us. He makes it thankfully with out any falls or broken hips. He finds his spot and spreads out his towel and ever so gracefully he sits down on it. Then proceeds to take off his shoes and socks, then his shirt. Then again with grace only someone in their 80's has mastered he gets back up on his feet and with his cane starts walking to the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waves were fast and hard this day so we were all on the edge of our seats ready to jump in if he should go down. Kim is reviewing in her mind all she just learned in EMT classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369805309878846962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoVhephVxfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/qYzRtx2SHIc/s320/IMG_2177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wades out a bit farther. He's now up to his chest. A wave comes and then he's gone we all have our hands on the arms of our chairs ready to jump in when we see he was just behind the wave and started swimming still holding his cane. We all laugh at ourselves and say that he probably has been doing this every day of his life and can out swim any of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We let the guy swim in peace with out our watchful eye stalking his every move. He enjoys a good swim then rides the waves in to the beach then again with that grace I mentioned before he gets up on his knees and then onto his feet and walks to his towel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a seat on his towel, wraps the edges around him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; proceeds to shimmy out of his wet trunks. Now those stalker eyes are back not because we want to see anything but (pardon the pun) it was more like a train wreck we just couldn't help but look. So our dear Mr. then trys to wrap the towel around him the best he could and dry him self off. He reaches for his bag and pulls out a pair of whitie tighties and (again remember the grace) works them over his feet, up to his knees, stretches them to cover the front and gets back on his knees....lets just say we saw the moon before we saw the sunset, and it was a full, saggy moon friends!!! We were in complete shock I didn't even think to take a picture I was frozen!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then reaches behind and pulls up the back of the under clothing. That is when my senses returned and I snapped a picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369805589782314818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoVhu8Phv0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Uxo1QcUqPDQ/s320/Sister%27s+get+away+09_025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And that's when we "spot" that the whitie tighties are not so white or tight. Oh sweet little darling old Mr. How we love you and the show you put on for us that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-372781125231700943?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/372781125231700943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=372781125231700943' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/372781125231700943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/372781125231700943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-thing-happened.html' title='A funny thing happened'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoVheK50TkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zbnKhNvhfk8/s72-c/IMG_2175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3177106228343852846</id><published>2009-08-12T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:44:30.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would a thought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoLy7RMDFtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KLWRUeHK8mE/s1600-h/Sister%27s+get+away+09_017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369120805819193042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoLy7RMDFtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KLWRUeHK8mE/s320/Sister%27s+get+away+09_017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... paradise could be found in Michigan? I really didn't want to write about my amazing two weeks, because when you do it is the end. Like the final report. So I put it off as long as possible. Yes the time has come to end the summer. The kids head back to school in 5 days (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noooooo&lt;/span&gt;) I hate school starting just as much or maybe even more than my kids do. So maybe this is a good time to write about our vacation, this way I get to relive it just a little longer. So here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first week was our annual sisters get away to the cottage named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haliakala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Don't ask, I don't know! it's Hawaiian or Samoan or something like that, and it's probably not even spelled right. I don't want to find the phone to call my mom and ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we were down in numbers. We had Mom, Ann, Kim, Me, and Sarah, and guess what we didn't ever get a picture of all of us but I did think to take a picture of this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369118413717156594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoLwwB6esvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/y1HeeF6LIdE/s320/Sister%27s+get+away+09_009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What?!?! did you think we would all use the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrubbie&lt;/span&gt;? That's gross!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all had a great time just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt; on the beach talking and catching up on each other and our lives. No one would allow a camera during this time so sorry no pictures of that!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369207289255656162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoNBlRGFeuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LLSwIqM0YvU/s320/Sister%27s+get+away+09_029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And mom's favorite thing to do every day... watch the sun go down. It is so beautiful and when you see the sun sink into the water we would applaud the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At nights when we were in the cottage Mom would teach, all who wanted to learn, how to knit a dish cloth!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369207275739799122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoNBkevp3lI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TEswSfAd78I/s320/Sister%27s+get+away+09_006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369207282808839074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoNBk5FC26I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Qs0WRTm5BFQ/s320/Sister%27s+get+away+09_007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ann was so proud of herself!! Through out the week she would remind all of us that she was "pretty much a knitter" now. We were all impressed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry Ann for such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; picture, but you never read this anyway so won't even know I posted it. That's what you get for not reading my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369207261097798306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoNBjoMuqqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ajvpkiqPA3U/s320/STA_2173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mom feeling like she was home!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the day came when some had pack up the beach chairs and load up the cars and head home.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369211153502211602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoNFGMiQjhI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ebEzHZS3F7I/s320/Sister%27s+get+away+09_028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for others of us (Ann and I) looked forward to our families joining us for another fun week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned I will post more of that week later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3177106228343852846?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3177106228343852846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3177106228343852846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3177106228343852846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3177106228343852846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-would-thought.html' title='Who would a thought....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SoLy7RMDFtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KLWRUeHK8mE/s72-c/Sister%27s+get+away+09_017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3056634541970475070</id><published>2009-07-19T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T04:51:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo... I mean Laura</title><content type='html'>See that Picture up there? No not in this post, all the way up there at the top. That's where I'm going for two whole weeks.&lt;br /&gt;See ya when I get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3056634541970475070?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3056634541970475070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3056634541970475070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3056634541970475070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3056634541970475070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-waldo-i-mean-laura.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo... I mean Laura'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-6328072089009677675</id><published>2009-07-10T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:00:13.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could have danced all night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Slc6mwW3hjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/XtVRWVMabA8/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356814719270749746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Slc6mwW3hjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/XtVRWVMabA8/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(constance and kaylee on the way to the recital)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Constance had her dance recital in early June. Wow that girls loves to dance. This year was a little hard on her because the class she was in for the past couple of years was a small class with her and a couple of older girls. Well this year the older girls didn't go out for dance so it left Constance alone so they decided to have her join the class just below her in age so she was a 10 year old dancing with 7-8 year old's. They are all pretty good dancers it's just it was hard on her ego to be "demoted" I think. Also the difference in maturity was hard on here. Where in the past she was the little girl looking up to the "cool" older girls, and now she is the older girl lost in a bunch of little kids. I think it was really good for her however because the teacher had her help teach the younger girls, or to work with them when they were struggling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to load a video of her dance but after 4 hours it still wasn't loaded, and now I can't seem to get the box off the screen so if it shows up sorry there really is no video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358299240369843522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SlyAxQZ9bUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3NoqXW0rNnY/s320/IMG_1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358299238399614978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SlyAxJEOIAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/r7-P81i2XvI/s320/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358299234945040578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SlyAw8MlgMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DSgHSxVvFoQ/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356817188658302338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Slc82fivTYI/AAAAAAAAAew/LZiIXmSU1MQ/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                  (Constance after the dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-6328072089009677675?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6328072089009677675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=6328072089009677675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6328072089009677675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6328072089009677675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-could-have-danced-all-night.html' title='I could have danced all night'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Slc6mwW3hjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/XtVRWVMabA8/s72-c/IMG_1662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-6733315252180338018</id><published>2009-07-07T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:29:45.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ball game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SlQQr-lUCwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PnxZKi9NeUI/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355924204570282754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SlQQr-lUCwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PnxZKi9NeUI/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our summer started swinging with the baseball bats. Jason coaches Emmitt's baseball team. And wow what a season it was!! The team did an amazing job this year. They ended the season with an 11-3 record, and in 1st place in the leauge!!! Enjoy a few more photos of my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen a cuter catcher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356173625001391474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SlTziKGGNXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ZBSke9wkDPQ/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a3569b8c9ba3bf13" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3569b8c9ba3bf13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4865A31056530DDE1AB1DF1BF7BA1D2ECFE80046.71170A39567E7887AAB1E61F614E5830810343E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3569b8c9ba3bf13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRVrRmwYyEpFm2KBALFg3YH44Ecs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3569b8c9ba3bf13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4865A31056530DDE1AB1DF1BF7BA1D2ECFE80046.71170A39567E7887AAB1E61F614E5830810343E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3569b8c9ba3bf13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRVrRmwYyEpFm2KBALFg3YH44Ecs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is Coach Jason with his boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356188269473236994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SlUA2lARCAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nbtCcu7oknw/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so glad this season is done we finished with just a little drama from other coaches and their ego's. So now fall ball starts for the school team in August. Ahhh baseball!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-6733315252180338018?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a3569b8c9ba3bf13&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6733315252180338018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=6733315252180338018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6733315252180338018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6733315252180338018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take me out to the ball game'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SlQQr-lUCwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PnxZKi9NeUI/s72-c/IMG_1491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4582699578570142850</id><published>2009-07-07T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:11:45.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember me????</title><content type='html'>I know it's been way to long!!! Enough already get off my back I'm here now.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a friend the other day at an event in our town (you know who you are) and she told me she had a message for me from her family ( if you know this family you would be so excited to get said message because they are so awesome and to know that anyone of them would want to give me message just about did me in. I was chomping at the bit to get this message) So I smiled huge and said, "really what is it they want to tell me" And then she tells me that they say "&lt;strong&gt;to update your blog" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you my dear friends and all others who have missed me. I will be posting things that we have been up to this summer and what has kept me from posting. In no particular order!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4582699578570142850?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4582699578570142850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4582699578570142850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4582699578570142850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4582699578570142850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remember-me.html' title='Do you remember me????'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4223593299831328518</id><published>2009-06-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:10:37.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitterpated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SiPRRwlSSPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fIMzllw_5yc/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342343686020810994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SiPRRwlSSPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fIMzllw_5yc/s400/twitter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need some help here. I need everyone to leave comments on this post.&lt;br /&gt;Will you PLEASE tell me what all the hype is about Twitter? I have had several friends ask me if I tweet. I do have a Facebook account and seem to enjoy it. I have this blog and seem to enjoy it. Do I really need another thing to keep up to date with my friends? And if I do why is Twitter any better than Facebook or a blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4223593299831328518?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4223593299831328518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4223593299831328518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4223593299831328518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4223593299831328518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitterpated.html' title='Twitterpated'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SiPRRwlSSPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fIMzllw_5yc/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-7728342246456533663</id><published>2009-05-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:14:30.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you Katy</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://kathrynnelson.blogspot.com/2009/05/sniff.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Katy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; posted on her blog that her bike was stolen. I thought of you Katy when I saw this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593097416695010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/ShoLobimXOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LVmCKJfo-Nc/s400/bike+thief.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-7728342246456533663?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7728342246456533663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=7728342246456533663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7728342246456533663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7728342246456533663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-ones-for-you-katy.html' title='This one&apos;s for you Katy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/ShoLobimXOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LVmCKJfo-Nc/s72-c/bike+thief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1528907279892684911</id><published>2009-05-11T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:24:34.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face lift</title><content type='html'>So I thought maybe the reason I haven't been posting lately is because I hated going on to my blog because of the pictures of the cold winter. So now that the weather is more beautiful now days I thought it was time for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;face lift&lt;/span&gt;. So what do ya think? I am still looking for a background to use, so for now it will have to be pool water, but who doesn't like clean clear beautiful pool water anyway so maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just leave it. Only about 2 weeks till school is out and the kids will be home and we will be having some fun.&lt;br /&gt;Baseball already started so stay tuned for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1528907279892684911?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1528907279892684911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1528907279892684911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1528907279892684911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1528907279892684911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/face-lift.html' title='Face lift'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1380764736577331956</id><published>2009-04-28T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:40:54.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift Concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(sorry I got a little carried away)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe8UwviXiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/S4tSKrFHPTQ/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329935748883963426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe8UwviXiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/S4tSKrFHPTQ/s400/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe7_Q1AHKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/oMX_MuIEQpQ/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert was Saturday and I am only getting around to posting this because I have been struggling with how to post this to give it the justice it deserves. You see the concert was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aaaamaaazing&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(amazing), and I don't even like concerts. I feel I don't have the ability to express my feelings in words to help you understand how wonderful it really was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided I won't even try to be witty I'll just show pictures and explain what was going on in the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of Constance in the hotel room, she asked me to do her hair like Taylor's, all curls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfexp266sBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Hmi_kzUyE6o/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329924016691654674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfexp266sBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Hmi_kzUyE6o/s200/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the both of us in our seats. And NO that is not a double chin on me it's just a really strange shadow!!! What?! would I lie to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SfexqJwbNzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/7ZawHDxylN4/s1600-h/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329924021747922738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SfexqJwbNzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/7ZawHDxylN4/s200/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly Pickler opened. She is such a cute girl. And she had some pretty awesome shoes, sorry I didn't get a good picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfexqe0EHiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/e6wpZK4aegU/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329924027400330786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfexqe0EHiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/e6wpZK4aegU/s200/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Constance wishing Taylor would come on stage!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SfexqonZHYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5ipWNIUPY00/s1600-h/IMG_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfexq4W45rI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PtfAv4ROLHY/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329924034257282738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfexq4W45rI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PtfAv4ROLHY/s200/IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how she made her grand entrance. (brave, brave girl) the song was "you belong with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe1M5quGLI/AAAAAAAAAco/LFkIR7bfLk0/s1600-h/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927917259331762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe1M5quGLI/AAAAAAAAAco/LFkIR7bfLk0/s200/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showing off her vocal cords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe1NNbvhOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/S3EWp5NUSVE/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927922565219554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe1NNbvhOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/S3EWp5NUSVE/s200/IMG_1064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is her "Love story" dress until.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe1N7XfecI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kHjYtBExeO8/s1600-h/IMG_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927934895421890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe1N7XfecI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kHjYtBExeO8/s200/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets to part in the song where it says, "I talked to your Dad go pick out a white dress" then all of a sudden she's in this dress. Amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe2tVVii1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sm9OPLGgq1I/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329929573954128722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe2tVVii1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sm9OPLGgq1I/s200/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is during the song "Tell Me Why"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe41OjqqwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Y_ZR_Fry-3s/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329931908596542210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe41OjqqwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Y_ZR_Fry-3s/s200/IMG_1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Picture to burn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe7aFYeMYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AYfiPnqT2T4/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329934740812083586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe7aFYeMYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AYfiPnqT2T4/s200/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a great concert, but I have to admit that the best part was watching Constance sing her heart out along with every song and having the time of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Constance, thanks for a great night and even better memories!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1380764736577331956?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1380764736577331956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1380764736577331956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1380764736577331956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1380764736577331956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/taylor-swift-concertsorry-i-got-little.html' title='Taylor Swift Concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(sorry I got a little carried away)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sfe8UwviXiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/S4tSKrFHPTQ/s72-c/IMG_1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-8221975688408094223</id><published>2009-03-26T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:42:40.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my prize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/ScuTIluizbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TatODqG-q7s/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317505560816569778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/ScuTIluizbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TatODqG-q7s/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamie gave me some pretty awsome ear rings she made all by herself. Just for commenting on her blog. I have such great friends.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to be a good friend now and make the gifts for those who wanted a gift from me. I have an idea I am sure they will love. I just need to take the time to get them done so watch the mail friends it will be coming soon!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Jamie I really do love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-8221975688408094223?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8221975688408094223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=8221975688408094223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8221975688408094223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8221975688408094223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-my-prize.html' title='I got my prize'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/ScuTIluizbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TatODqG-q7s/s72-c/IMG_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4565561477174435544</id><published>2009-03-17T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:16:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sb-wdn4GBUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/H2DHT-AqzJQ/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314160108287427906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sb-wdn4GBUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/H2DHT-AqzJQ/s320/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being a Mormon and love the temple I thought you might find this informative. Especially now that it seems we are under a microscope. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x_-TQivCx8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4565561477174435544?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4565561477174435544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4565561477174435544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4565561477174435544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4565561477174435544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/temples.html' title='Temples'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sb-wdn4GBUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/H2DHT-AqzJQ/s72-c/temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-7477600325052125929</id><published>2009-03-13T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:16:47.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me in St. Louie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning, Warning... Lots of pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we took a much needed family get away. We loaded up the kids Friday night and were off. The kids were upset with us that we didn't get to a hotel earlier so that they could swim. They got over it the next morning when we took them here. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citymuseum.org/about.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to learn more about this place.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312656168585885554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpYoz5Zd3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/lEpjZfEQ_9g/s320/city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All I could say while we were there was wow!!! The kids kept saying, "Thank you guys so much this is awesome!!!" Then they would say, "I would even pay $200 to come here again". So let me bore you with some pictures of our amazing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmitt&lt;/span&gt; and Constance ready to start the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpaW_mLG3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6Lk7pgmD1hc/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658061512088434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpaW_mLG3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6Lk7pgmD1hc/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an airplane that is about seven stories in the air that the kids can climb up to. I will show better pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpaXYMeKvI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wmq3P4rSeWc/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658068115172082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpaXYMeKvI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wmq3P4rSeWc/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did when we got in was go to the aquarium. It was great, there were many tanks that you could put your hands in and touch the fish. This picture is of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emmitt&lt;/span&gt; being attacked by the "Dr. Fish". When you put your hand in they attack it and eat all the dead skin. It feels like little suction cups all over your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpaXsLEEcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/KCWK-1RXLsM/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658073477976514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpaXsLEEcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/KCWK-1RXLsM/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the agenda was a zip down the 7 story slide. The only problem was walking up to the top of the seven story slide. But what a ride it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpaX5R9ySI/AAAAAAAAAZw/BvpY63P1M_U/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658076996585762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpaX5R9ySI/AAAAAAAAAZw/BvpY63P1M_U/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our stomachs got back to normal after that slide we went outside to enjoy the beautiful 75 degrees. This is a picture of some of the crazy jungle gym stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sbpfw1Rm12I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZKCA4BtzLfo/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664002976208738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/Sbpfw1Rm12I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZKCA4BtzLfo/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows kids climbing from the Air plane to another part of the the jungle gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpfxHtF9HI/AAAAAAAAAaA/9exCWp5sjtE/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664007923332210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpfxHtF9HI/AAAAAAAAAaA/9exCWp5sjtE/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emmitt&lt;/span&gt; Constance and Jason climbing in the "tube" from the plane. NO I didn't get up there!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpfxUlXVUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iUAlzPs5H0M/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664011380577602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpfxUlXVUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iUAlzPs5H0M/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpfxgiqReI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xzD8ZJyCyCs/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664014590461410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpfxgiqReI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xzD8ZJyCyCs/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbphsCRcnCI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZimRySNJwWU/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312666119589108770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbphsCRcnCI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZimRySNJwWU/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture from a different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbphsrXea4I/AAAAAAAAAao/6APOZqtBCo0/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312666130620246914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbphsrXea4I/AAAAAAAAAao/6APOZqtBCo0/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked most about the museum is all the random pieces of architecture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpoYN0A-oI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lDa75Wr0bi8/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312673475670899330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpoYN0A-oI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lDa75Wr0bi8/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpoY3sUsaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/724ezYqiSqw/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312673486912926114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpoY3sUsaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/724ezYqiSqw/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpoY85BivI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ZvUKX09AuqA/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312673488308374258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpoY85BivI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ZvUKX09AuqA/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpoZP9YccI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RAsgDUuilqc/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312673493426926018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpoZP9YccI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RAsgDUuilqc/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh what a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-7477600325052125929?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7477600325052125929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=7477600325052125929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7477600325052125929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7477600325052125929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-me-in-st-louie.html' title='Meet me in St. Louie'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SbpYoz5Zd3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/lEpjZfEQ_9g/s72-c/city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-9099740624146973610</id><published>2009-02-25T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:11:57.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SaVRrHb-JZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6VJd1ErElIk/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SaVRrHb-JZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6VJd1ErElIk/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this in my yard makes me happy.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-9099740624146973610?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9099740624146973610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=9099740624146973610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/9099740624146973610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/9099740624146973610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SaVRrHb-JZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6VJd1ErElIk/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-8453411084456121188</id><published>2009-02-19T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:14:29.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A five way give away</title><content type='html'>I found this on Jamie's blog and thought it sounded like fun---hope you all agree!&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see who the first 5 lucky ducks will be!&lt;br /&gt;The first 5 to respond to this win something from me! But...you have to do this:&lt;br /&gt;Repost this to your own blog and offer the same thing to your first 5 responders.&lt;br /&gt;The first 5 who repost it to their own blog will get something made by me! My choice. For you!This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make&lt;br /&gt;2.What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;3. It'll be done this year-no guarantees on when this year, but sometime in 2009!&lt;br /&gt;4. You have no clue what it's going to be. the possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.&lt;br /&gt;The first 5 people post this on their blog and leave a me comment telling me they did, win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! Sounds like fun right?!?&lt;br /&gt;So let's PLAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-8453411084456121188?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8453411084456121188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=8453411084456121188' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8453411084456121188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8453411084456121188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-way-give-away.html' title='A five way give away'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-6332590101776937945</id><published>2009-02-04T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:22:17.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It!!!</title><content type='html'>I may be looking for a couch to sleep on after posting this picture but I had to &lt;a href="http://discursivelyhappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; made me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment: Open your fifth photo folder and post your fifth photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299048906794385890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SYoA57jmweI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZyRVIk8XELQ/s320/dude+looks+like+a+lady+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One night when Kim and Barant and Family were over, Jason pretended to be asleep. The little girls had a great time dressing him up. Isn't he such a good sport!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Sorry Jason, I love you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-6332590101776937945?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6332590101776937945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=6332590101776937945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6332590101776937945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6332590101776937945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SYoA57jmweI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZyRVIk8XELQ/s72-c/dude+looks+like+a+lady+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4328273266946722383</id><published>2009-01-29T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:36:40.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>itunes fun</title><content type='html'>I got this from my friend &lt;a href="http://kathrynnelson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy's&lt;/a&gt; Blog it looked like a lot of fun so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says 'are you OK?' you say? Santa Baby&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself? Don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl? Fathers&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today? Everyday&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose? I hope they call me on a mission&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto? Make someone happy&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you? Invincible&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents think of you?For the moments I feel faint&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often? R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;What is 2+2? Wait&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend? track 5&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story? The name of the game&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? opposition&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like? Before I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding? The fairground&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral? May the horse be with you&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest? Symphony No.9&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear? The other side&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret? Bend of the River&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now? The Gift&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends? Cryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep that was fun, but Katy's turned out way better than mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4328273266946722383?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4328273266946722383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4328273266946722383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4328273266946722383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4328273266946722383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/itunes-fun.html' title='itunes fun'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-7148499239857981376</id><published>2009-01-27T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:49:54.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy couldn't be more proud (in a nonprideful way)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SX_G1TuNq4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7QN8TSIzxxU/s1600-h/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296170305940466562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SX_G1TuNq4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7QN8TSIzxxU/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmitt fouled out!!! The first one on his team to do it. The funniest thing was one of the Ref. (who Jason knew) came up to Jason and asked who his boy was. Before Jason answered he said, "let me guess #10 the little foul machine, I wonder who he gets that from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-7148499239857981376?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7148499239857981376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=7148499239857981376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7148499239857981376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7148499239857981376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/daddy-couldnt-be-more-proud-in.html' title='Daddy couldn&apos;t be more proud (in a nonprideful way)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SX_G1TuNq4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7QN8TSIzxxU/s72-c/IMG_0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3963983512099621412</id><published>2009-01-17T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:44:40.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad does it</title><content type='html'>Well what do you do when your Dad retires, and he DOES NOT want anyone to do anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;? You call all his kids that live close by and tell them to be at Pizza Hut at 6:45 and wait....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIeuTIVxMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ozb3Nl5tTgI/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292326292871824578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIeuTIVxMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ozb3Nl5tTgI/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIeuGYWOaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oY162EKIlxg/s1600-h/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292326289449302434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIeuGYWOaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oY162EKIlxg/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he does walk in everyone stands up an claps and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt; him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIet5X50gI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BILIEzzWaSY/s1600-h/IMG_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292326285957779970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIet5X50gI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BILIEzzWaSY/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the grand kids give him hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIetjrcr0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/Qcw0ztcJU4o/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292326280134176578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIetjrcr0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/Qcw0ztcJU4o/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIetiAxNGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/P_WRpqT-Dg4/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292326279686730850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIetiAxNGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/P_WRpqT-Dg4/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when thing get a little boring  and the dinner is done we sit around and talk. Well except for Jared he finds things to amuse himself like dumping pepper flakes in Sarah's purse when she's not looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIalTqAAlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5iLr0T5pHHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321740347671122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIalTqAAlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5iLr0T5pHHQ/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then she dumps it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIalQJc8FI/AAAAAAAAAXI/D87lGlNbO5c/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321739405848658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIalQJc8FI/AAAAAAAAAXI/D87lGlNbO5c/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she looks away again and he does it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIalGjQXII/AAAAAAAAAXA/JhNv7gB0AEM/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321736829721730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIalGjQXII/AAAAAAAAAXA/JhNv7gB0AEM/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and she dumps her purse again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIak_XHXMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/skSPCkJPMes/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321734899752130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIak_XHXMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/skSPCkJPMes/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When all the fun has died down and the pizza hut employee's are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;threatening&lt;/span&gt; to never let us in their establishment again if we don't leave, Mom takes the tired, retiree home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barant&lt;/span&gt; takes off to buy Guitar Hero World Tour. -- (way better than Rock Band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIZ81DcolI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HR_1ZMpDl9c/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321044938138194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIZ81DcolI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HR_1ZMpDl9c/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head back to my house ('cause there is a house full of 11 year old girls at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Barant's&lt;/span&gt; house) and set up the game, and Jam all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIZ8vmcVoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PFHIgql1-Fs/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321043474306690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIZ8vmcVoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PFHIgql1-Fs/s320/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barant&lt;/span&gt; and Torey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rockin&lt;/span&gt;' it up while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Emmitt&lt;/span&gt; kicks back a cold Mt. Dew.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for Torey he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;drumming&lt;/span&gt;' fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIZ71jhLNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XOaSdcErKR8/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321027892784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIZ71jhLNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XOaSdcErKR8/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Emmitt&lt;/span&gt; not only kicks it up a notch on the guitar he has some pretty sweet moves while he plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIZ72ACAvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qT2Wtl5gRGY/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321028012376818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIZ72ACAvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qT2Wtl5gRGY/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enjoy a couple of videos, one of Torey on drums and I'm not sure who is on guitar- you don't want to  look at the guitar side any way not good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2315b611a353fab8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2315b611a353fab8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D619457C613B5F20C5386D91BD0F83C239993D7B4.36A1860C22F72178E528D40E41F2C92B6AB4D00C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2315b611a353fab8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNpOfBMrqZL3rrkDtCObGPkV6ogE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2315b611a353fab8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D619457C613B5F20C5386D91BD0F83C239993D7B4.36A1860C22F72178E528D40E41F2C92B6AB4D00C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2315b611a353fab8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNpOfBMrqZL3rrkDtCObGPkV6ogE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next video is when  at Pizza Hut Sarah goes to the bathroom and leaves her purse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2909acd0fc5f9d77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2909acd0fc5f9d77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B2032A73A681F214993870A3964187FF37B684F.4FC3087FA2A267EF02787F7592BD55B2DA86D8E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2909acd0fc5f9d77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzDarGMk-HpOMKNSkFb2u6o6l2Qs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2909acd0fc5f9d77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B2032A73A681F214993870A3964187FF37B684F.4FC3087FA2A267EF02787F7592BD55B2DA86D8E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2909acd0fc5f9d77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzDarGMk-HpOMKNSkFb2u6o6l2Qs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is what we do when our Dad retires!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3963983512099621412?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3963983512099621412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3963983512099621412' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3963983512099621412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3963983512099621412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/dad-does-it.html' title='Dad does it'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SXIeuTIVxMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ozb3Nl5tTgI/s72-c/IMG_0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-6716369240930777800</id><published>2009-01-13T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:26:39.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SW0tcJzWoFI/AAAAAAAAATg/SsQr_H3MxaI/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290935098921099346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SW0tcJzWoFI/AAAAAAAAATg/SsQr_H3MxaI/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the camera I have been hoping for!!! A canon power shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SX&lt;/span&gt;10 IS, I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;. I have a lot to learn. It does everything. I hope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is not the first picture I took with it but it is the first worth posting. The first was of the dashboard in the car. 'Cause I couldn't wait to get home before I got it out and started playing with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936780926745298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SW0u-Dwv-tI/AAAAAAAAATo/gDEQuYdafNY/s400/Barn_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this barn it is behind out house and down the road a little. I was standing in my back door when I took the picture. I think it turned out really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned to see more of my budding photography skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to go play with my new toy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-6716369240930777800?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6716369240930777800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=6716369240930777800' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6716369240930777800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6716369240930777800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-it.html' title='I got it'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SW0tcJzWoFI/AAAAAAAAATg/SsQr_H3MxaI/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4050551706330153478</id><published>2009-01-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:46:31.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmitt's Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I know I have been a bloggin' loser lately. Sorry about that. But please go check out &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.troop110byemmittskog.blogspot.com"&gt;Emmitt's blog &lt;/a&gt;he made. He is doing it as a reqirement for a scout merit badge. Make sure you leave him some comment love so he'll keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Some have said the link is not working. try this &lt;a href="http://www.troop110byemmittskog.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.troop110byemmittskog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4050551706330153478?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4050551706330153478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4050551706330153478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4050551706330153478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4050551706330153478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmitts-blog.html' title='Emmitt&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-5640095412637472248</id><published>2008-12-20T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:01:23.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Air Head-ed Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SU3IntKKzbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6T5Gpng9tzA/s1600-h/airhead.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282098522438159794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SU3IntKKzbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6T5Gpng9tzA/s400/airhead.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying I have permission to tell this story.&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I were on our way home from Quincy tonight, it was cold out and parts of the road had patches of ice.Here is our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason:  "Remember that one time we were on our way home from Quincy that one winter --(remember winter) --and there was snow all over the road and as soon as we crossed over into Hancock County the roads were totally clear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I do remember that, but I was sure it was summer when that happened"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: "Really, Oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (after a few seconds pass, just to see if he catches on) "No Jason it wasn't Summer it was winter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: " What??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I start laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Looks at me confused (pause for a second) "You big dork"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No Jason, I'm pretty sure you're the big dork" I continue to laugh for a few miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's never a dull moment with my husband. I love him. Isn't he great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-5640095412637472248?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5640095412637472248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=5640095412637472248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/5640095412637472248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/5640095412637472248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-air-head-ed-husband.html' title='My Air Head-ed Husband'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SU3IntKKzbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6T5Gpng9tzA/s72-c/airhead.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-773973583849751952</id><published>2008-12-09T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:35:40.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is to all of us mothers out there. Have your kids listen to this each day before you feed them breakfast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_rBidCkJxo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_rBidCkJxo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-773973583849751952?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/773973583849751952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=773973583849751952' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/773973583849751952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/773973583849751952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-is-to-all-of-us-mothers-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-7426615776326367604</id><published>2008-12-05T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:40:04.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SToCCe8xqfI/AAAAAAAAATA/iazbDGCE07c/s1600-h/believe.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276532155108927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SToCCe8xqfI/AAAAAAAAATA/iazbDGCE07c/s400/believe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Send the kids to the other room, let them play with play doh, let them color on the wall, anything, just don't let them read this post!!!! Oh and if you are a santa hater stop reading as well. or do keep reading to see a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Santa, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in Santa. I know there are some who don't and I am really sad for them. It seems that there are many that think believing in Santa takes away from Christ during Christmas. I see their point of view, but I disagree. At Christmas time what I do see is the magic . The Love for strangers. The random acts of service. People dropping pennies, dollars, even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;diamond rings&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yes it does happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into little red buckets, and people sacrificing warmth to ring a bell while standing next to little red buckets in the bitter cold. I see people buying extra toys, bikes, coats, turkeys, etc. to donate to families less fortunate than themselves. I could go on and on, but I'm guessing you get the point. All of these acts are the pure love of Christ, they go on every Christmas season, often while waring a Santa hat.&lt;br /&gt;This week a question was asked, a tear was shed (by me) a truth was told.&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it played out:&lt;br /&gt;So we are finishing up &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/search-results?vgnextoid=ade8c2826b130110VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;bucket=AllMormonorgContent&amp;amp;query=family+home+evening"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;family home evening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and my daughter asks THE question, (the son asked last year)I look at my husband who is sitting behind her and gives me the look like, have fun with this, glad it's you and not me. I stammer, I stall, I then look to my son for help and he says "Mom come on just tell the poor girl" I look back at her and she's standing with her hands on her hips and asks again. I reply do you want to believe, she says "I WANT to know if the big guy in the red suit living in the north pole is really there. I shake my head look at the floor (this is where the tear comes) and say no.&lt;br /&gt;I look up and she's smiling -- not what I expected. I ask how she feels about that, she says "fine". I then tell her the history (according to me, what I mean by that is I really don't know but this is what I think) of Santa. Here goes&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago there was a man by the name of Nicolas he was a saint he did really good things one of which was give gifts to people but didn't want anyone to give him any of the glory. Just like Jesus gave us a gift, the most precious gift we could have and He doesn't want any of the glory. Because St. Nicolas was such a good example of Jesus we carry on his tradition during Christmas time to help us remember the wonderful gifts Jesus has given to us.&lt;br /&gt;So you see I do believe in Santa, I believe in the spirit of him, I believe we all should be a lot more like him, because if we would we would be a lot more like our Savior, Jesus Christ. So Santa and Christ-mas go hand in hand I will always believe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-7426615776326367604?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7426615776326367604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=7426615776326367604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7426615776326367604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7426615776326367604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SToCCe8xqfI/AAAAAAAAATA/iazbDGCE07c/s72-c/believe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3625714953231491894</id><published>2008-11-14T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:57:35.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?!?!</title><content type='html'>Well where in the world have I been!!! At home. And this is what we have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;First off these are the scenes of Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4xHbmJ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YjEwE5yi-Rw/s1600-h/halloween+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4xHbmJ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YjEwE5yi-Rw/s320/halloween+08+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268702617806690706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4xG7YGwwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ty9p9gOpQrw/s1600-h/halloween+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4xG7YGwwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ty9p9gOpQrw/s320/halloween+08+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268702609157833474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4xGtsEOvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0Oc-fohlrFA/s1600-h/halloween+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4xGtsEOvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0Oc-fohlrFA/s320/halloween+08+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_&lt;br /&gt;5268702605483457266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constance is in 5th grade and thinks she's the ONLY (drama)girl in her WHOLE class that doesn't shave her legs. She is always asking if she can start to shave. I keep putting it off. Well one day I got sick of hearing about it so I sorta gave in. I decided to have a spa day at home with her. And we waxed her legs thinking this would get it out of her system. I thought I would put her through so much pain she'd not ever care if she had hair on legs. At least for a couple of years. Well it backfired on me. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z7LYrm8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/iYQE1h6CwtM/s1600-h/constance%27s+spa+day+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z7LYrm8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/iYQE1h6CwtM/s320/constance%27s+spa+day+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705705831668674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z6-SZuJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nIWG67wOjNU/s1600-h/constance%27s+spa+day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z6-SZuJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nIWG67wOjNU/s320/constance%27s+spa+day+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705702315669650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z6RIdloI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UqKjmWdjUr8/s1600-h/constance%27s+spa+day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z6RIdloI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UqKjmWdjUr8/s320/constance%27s+spa+day+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705690194384514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z6PdyEgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iai8eAgTWpI/s1600-h/constance%27s+spa+day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z6PdyEgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iai8eAgTWpI/s320/constance%27s+spa+day+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705689746936322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z5mJAIvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jtuv7TlfJN8/s1600-h/constance%27s+spa+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4z5mJAIvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jtuv7TlfJN8/s320/constance%27s+spa+day+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705678653924082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I have been working on our first addition to our house. Can you believe we are already making additions when we don't even have the whole house done yet. Well this one is all for Jason. He has so many clothes we didn't have enough room in our closet so he kicked me out (of the closet that is) and built a new one for me. The first picture is for Mandy who wanted some ideas how to organize jewelry so necklaces don't tangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR43Z_zreOI/AAAAAAAAARA/7TWaZLP4S40/s1600-h/closet+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR43Z_zreOI/AAAAAAAAARA/7TWaZLP4S40/s320/closet+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268709533834508514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR43Zg3g0vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Kel35v13FYk/s1600-h/closet+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR43Zg3g0vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Kel35v13FYk/s320/closet+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268709525529088754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR43ZdbYd5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/h9moO1JLekc/s1600-h/closet+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR43ZdbYd5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/h9moO1JLekc/s320/closet+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268709524605794194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR43Y1oP0gI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2aPqO_LTwy0/s1600-h/closet+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR43Y1oP0gI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2aPqO_LTwy0/s320/closet+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268709513922335234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where we've been now that we are "out of the closet" (pardon the pun I couldn't help it) I may be posting more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3625714953231491894?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3625714953231491894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3625714953231491894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3625714953231491894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3625714953231491894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?!?!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SR4xHbmJ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YjEwE5yi-Rw/s72-c/halloween+08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-8632128749173771803</id><published>2008-10-24T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:49:00.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a project going on</title><content type='html'>I am always after Emmitt to clean his room. He does and then a day later it's a mess again. I decided to actually go in and see what the mess actually is. This is what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-FCnTmeEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/h0wSeyrfx3w/s1600-h/HPIM1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-FCnTmeEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/h0wSeyrfx3w/s200/HPIM1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260069169749456962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-FDmxPQEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fTu5arO_f4c/s1600-h/HPIM1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-FDmxPQEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fTu5arO_f4c/s200/HPIM1459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260069186785198146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-FEBty2TI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CDBde6kHUeY/s1600-h/HPIM1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-FEBty2TI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CDBde6kHUeY/s200/HPIM1461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260069194018511154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer inspection and I notice it's not a mess at all!! It's an imagination at work. I love it when I see things through my kids eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-8632128749173771803?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8632128749173771803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=8632128749173771803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8632128749173771803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8632128749173771803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-project-going-on.html' title='Always a project going on'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-FCnTmeEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/h0wSeyrfx3w/s72-c/HPIM1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-6500257884018705254</id><published>2008-10-22T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:45:13.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It can't be all business</title><content type='html'>So some of you know that I got a new &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/calling"&gt;calling&lt;/a&gt; at church. I was called at Stake Conference to be the Stake &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/primary"&gt;Primary&lt;/a&gt; President. So one of my responsibilities is to travel to the other LDS Churches in our &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/stake"&gt;Stake&lt;/a&gt;. The first one was in Kirksville MO last Sunday. Jamie my counselor went with me. We left Saturday night because it takes a little over 2 hours to get there and our first meeting was at 7:30 sunday morning. I am not a morning person so we decided to get a hotel room and stay the night. We had a great time driving there even though we got major lost - Jason is known the world wide as a walking atlas so therefore he refuses to get a GPS. I have said I don't need a TomTom I have a Jason. He loves it!! So without a GPS and way too much talking and not paying attention to the signs we went a good hour out of our way. Oh it was great. As we got into the back roads of Missouri (you have to drive them to appreciate them) we decided to get gas when we found a station so we wouldn't have to get it on Sunday. So we come to a station and these are the pumps we see.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP99pHxPuoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CDFxAQNTW60/s1600-h/HPIM1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP99pHxPuoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CDFxAQNTW60/s200/HPIM1450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260061035205737090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP99pls9TKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/26VsfuctUaU/s1600-h/HPIM1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP99pls9TKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/26VsfuctUaU/s200/HPIM1451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260061043240815778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing Jamie knew how to use them. I told her I'd pay for the gas since she was driving. She started to pump the gas and I gave her my debit card. Well you guessed it there's not slot for the card I'll admit I was a little confused. So I go in the gas station hoping they take debit cards. I walk in and there is no one in the store, all the lights are on but not a person to be found. Not a noise. I yelled "Hello" still no one. I yell again not a sound. My imagination starts get away from me, is some on in the back hurt? All the scary scenario's playing in my mind!! Jamie's walks in and I tell her no one is here. I see an ATM in the corner, should I get the cash and just leave it on the counter with a note? I yell one more time and then a skinny, straggly hair, snaggle toothed lady comes out of the back. I look at her hands to see if they might have blood on them. Nope all clean -what a relief. I give her my debit card she runs it through all is well and I get the heck out of there. Oh safe on the road again. We made it to our hotel safe and sound. Sunday we got up and ready and went to our meetings. Good meetings and good to meet new people. On our way home (we didn't get lost thank you) we see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-BE9oFKvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ok7EjmIKFkQ/s1600-h/HPIM1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP-BE9oFKvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ok7EjmIKFkQ/s200/HPIM1456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260064812054162162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pasture. It gave us a good laugh we pulled over and took a picture. That camel turned, looked at us and posed I'm not even kidding!&lt;br /&gt;So if this first trip is at all a preview as to how the rest of our trips will be then bring it on. I am so looking forward to it. It was great!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-6500257884018705254?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6500257884018705254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=6500257884018705254' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6500257884018705254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6500257884018705254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-cant-be-all-business.html' title='It can&apos;t be all business'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SP99pHxPuoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CDFxAQNTW60/s72-c/HPIM1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3520272900888005443</id><published>2008-10-18T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:38:53.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep  Me Out!!!</title><content type='html'>Go to my last post and look at the first picture. See the rolling pin. Now look just under the handle of the rolling pin. What do you see? &lt;br /&gt;It creeped me out I screamed out loud. After you see the creepy image click on the picture to see what it really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3520272900888005443?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3520272900888005443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3520272900888005443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3520272900888005443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3520272900888005443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/creep-me-out.html' title='Creep  Me Out!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-5037942713457454656</id><published>2008-10-15T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:07:58.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's how to</title><content type='html'>I am always being asked how I fold my plastic bags. So Here is a video of me doing it slowly. It's not the best quality. I have at least 30 bags in this drawer and plenty of room for more. Now I ask, can you fit 30 plastic bags in your drawer? Try my handy little tip you'll be glad you did. 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-2437562927899367338?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2437562927899367338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=2437562927899367338' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2437562927899367338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2437562927899367338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-love-it.html' title='Gotta Love It'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3509784751299722556</id><published>2008-10-07T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:27:29.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a feature!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOvvxcS5LcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Z3NVhfXddlg/s1600-h/Stealsndeals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254557022945881538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOvvxcS5LcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Z3NVhfXddlg/s200/Stealsndeals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey all!! I just wanted to let you know I was featured on an awesome site called &lt;a href="http://stealsdeals.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Steals and Deals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . You have to go check it out. Not just to see &lt;a href="http://stealsdeals.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesdays-feature-friend-need-idea-for.html"&gt;my feature&lt;/a&gt; (which is a great reason) but to see what a great site it is. There are so many deals posted everyday. You'll want to add this to your blog roll. I'm not even kidding you'll love it. And with Christmas just around the corner you'll be glad you found this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3509784751299722556?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3509784751299722556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3509784751299722556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3509784751299722556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3509784751299722556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-feature.html' title='I am a feature!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOvvxcS5LcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Z3NVhfXddlg/s72-c/Stealsndeals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-7616807127308888694</id><published>2008-10-04T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:03:16.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to play tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOf1qmys4VI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0JRK2cA-BP8/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253437602667487570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOf1qmys4VI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0JRK2cA-BP8/s200/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tagged by Mandy at &lt;a href="http://discursivelyhappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Discursively Happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little bit of info about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If I don't keep up on it I would grow a Una-brow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I along with my husband sheetrocked our whole house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I can flip my upper lip up and make it stay while I flip my lower lip down. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not at all pretty but pretty unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have an obsession with keeping my kitchen sink faucet clean, I hate to see water spots on it. This carries over to when I am at other people's house's I find myself cleaning their faucets if I happen to use their kitchen sink. I am sure this is very annoying to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. I love to mow the lawn. I passed this love on to my son. We have gotten into major arguments over it because we both want to do it. So we try to take turns. Sometimes I mow it when he's at school when it's his turn and he gets so mad at me. I know I'm a mean mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. I cannot stand to watch people brush their hair. Not because Itgrosses me out but because I want to do it. I takes ever bit of control I have to not take the brush from them and take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. I cannot stand it  when any one's bare foot touches my bare foot. It grosses me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's 7 things you could have gone the rest of your life with out knowing about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I tag (sorry it's not 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theamazingsteens.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie Steen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hasekfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim hasek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bonnotfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori Bonnot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresinthelandofhahl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy Hahl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-7616807127308888694?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7616807127308888694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=7616807127308888694' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7616807127308888694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7616807127308888694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-play-tag.html' title='Time to play tag'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOf1qmys4VI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0JRK2cA-BP8/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3116491653039677981</id><published>2008-10-01T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:23:06.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOOVLQ4TytI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uXAQzpJQo0s/s1600-h/Grandma+%26+Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252205611186375378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOOVLQ4TytI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uXAQzpJQo0s/s320/Grandma+%26+Grandpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Elizabeth (Betty) M. Simons&lt;br /&gt;Born: July 09, 1920&lt;br /&gt;Died: September 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Elizabeth (Betty) M. Simons, age 88, left this world on Friday, September 26, 2008 for her Eternal home where she rejoined her husband Kenneth; the day before their 68th Wedding Anniversary. For over 60 years Ken and Betty were members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Grand Rapids area. Betty held several leadership positions in the Women’s Relief Society Organization of LDS Church. She will be remembered for her love of dancing, and once danced at the World’s Fair in Chicago. Betty attended Oakland University School of Fine Arts where she received a Master’s Certificate in China painting and also enjoyed her lapidary work. She will be dearly missed by her children, Connie (John) Hasek, Charley (Cindy) Simons, and Bill (Anita) Simons; 18 grandchildren; 37 great grandchildren; her sisters-in-law Mrs. Geraldine Rodamer and Mrs. Patricia Walcott; and several nieces and nephews. Interment will be at the Plainfield Township Cemetery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3116491653039677981?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3116491653039677981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3116491653039677981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3116491653039677981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3116491653039677981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-grandma.html' title='I love you grandma'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SOOVLQ4TytI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uXAQzpJQo0s/s72-c/Grandma+%26+Grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4391159330912132711</id><published>2008-09-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:33:34.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordle</title><content type='html'>Look at my &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;wordle&lt;/a&gt; from my last post. Way fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/204547/Untitled" title="Wordle: Untitled"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/204547/Untitled" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4391159330912132711?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4391159330912132711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4391159330912132711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4391159330912132711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4391159330912132711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordle.html' title='Wordle'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-2528046209201060373</id><published>2008-09-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:24:28.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SM5pRY4_bRI/AAAAAAAAANw/4RXBSJhbWAM/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SM5pRY4_bRI/AAAAAAAAANw/4RXBSJhbWAM/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246246363393387794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, 13 lucky years. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jason for loving me. I have been so blessed to have you. Thank you for giving me the two most wonderful kids. Thank you for loving our kids and spending time with them. Thank you for always being patient with me especially when I am not patient. Thank you for being such a hard worker and loving to provide for our family. Thank you for being so good looking (even if you're missing a "few" hairs, I'm sure I'm the one who made them fall out)Thank you for kissing me every day. Thank you for building us a house with your own two hands, (some day it will be done and beautiful). Thank you for having a Testimony of our Savior, and being a worthy Priesthood holder. Thank you for doing the laundry when you see that I have been slacking (every day). Thank you for finding a way to give me everything I want even if I am being a brat. Thank you for supporting me in my many time consuming church callings. Thank you for rubbing my feet and thinking my feet are cute. Thank you for telling me I'm pretty even when I haven't brushed my hair or I have baby boogers and spit up all over me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jason. Happy Anniversary!!!&lt;br /&gt;Am I Lucky or what!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-2528046209201060373?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2528046209201060373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=2528046209201060373' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2528046209201060373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2528046209201060373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/lucky-13.html' title='Lucky 13'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SM5pRY4_bRI/AAAAAAAAANw/4RXBSJhbWAM/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3345714984710011165</id><published>2008-09-13T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:12:43.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What sports car are you?</title><content type='html'>I am an Audi TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/tt.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're not the fastest, nor the most nimble, but you're cute and you have style. You're not intensely competitive, but when you pass by, everyone turns to look.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Sports Car Are You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3345714984710011165?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3345714984710011165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3345714984710011165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3345714984710011165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3345714984710011165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-sports-car-are-you.html' title='What sports car are you?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1255293198938139318</id><published>2008-09-10T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:05:42.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So What are you Having for Dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SMhQinimSAI/AAAAAAAAANg/BxZwoY3gdoU/s1600-h/9-10-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244530321732814850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SMhQinimSAI/AAAAAAAAANg/BxZwoY3gdoU/s320/9-10-08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped Constance off at achievment days (Where they are having a movie and pizza party) and came home. I remembered that Emmitt and Jason are gone to scouts and going to DQ after, so I have a house to myself and don't have to make dinner for anyone but me. So look what I had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am so bloated and I just burped so big I'm sad no one heard it, maybe my neighbor did I should ask him. It's a shame to let those good ones go to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was taking my plate to the sink  I looked out the window and what did I see.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SMhRbmJ4c6I/AAAAAAAAANo/KpJJ6ZHf6jc/s1600-h/9-10-08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244531300613256098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SMhRbmJ4c6I/AAAAAAAAANo/KpJJ6ZHf6jc/s200/9-10-08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am not the only one having dinner right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this was a lame-o post, sorry for wasteing your time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1255293198938139318?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1255293198938139318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1255293198938139318' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1255293198938139318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1255293198938139318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-what-are-you-having-for-dinner.html' title='So What are you Having for Dinner?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SMhQinimSAI/AAAAAAAAANg/BxZwoY3gdoU/s72-c/9-10-08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-45157601229790431</id><published>2008-09-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:49:31.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this peachy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SL8wmtRUYyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uopSnc-Wptk/s1600-h/HPIM1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SL8wmtRUYyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uopSnc-Wptk/s400/HPIM1224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do I do with all these peaches? It looks like I have my work cut out for me tomorrow. Don't they look yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-45157601229790431?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/45157601229790431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=45157601229790431' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/45157601229790431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/45157601229790431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/isnt-this-peachy.html' title='Isn&apos;t this peachy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SL8wmtRUYyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uopSnc-Wptk/s72-c/HPIM1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1898197488357380749</id><published>2008-09-02T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:28:32.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A young man prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SL1KD37ml8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ij2cCUjMQ1c/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SL1KD37ml8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ij2cCUjMQ1c/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So Emmitt hit the big 1-2 this past week (the 28th) and on Sunday he was ordained a  Deacon (&lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/deacon"&gt;http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/deacon&lt;/a&gt;) in the Aaronic Preisthood. He is such a fun kid and I love that he has blessed our family with his wit and sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;In our family we have a tradition that on your b-day you get to have what ever you want for dinner. So I asked Emmitt what he wanted a few days before his big day. I always expect them to tell me what they want me to fix, but for some reason they always say where they want to go. (What, am I really that bad of a cook?!?!) So Emmitt says he wants to go to Young's it's a fun Japanese resturant where they cook at your table. It was great. Good Choice Emmitt!!! Also the kids get to pick what kind of cake they want again I expect them to tell me what kind they want me to make and usually that's not what they want. So when I ask Emm what he wants he say's you'll need to get together with Kim 'cause I want a big cookie (for those who don't know Kim is known for her yummy cookies - she's the best) well my heart breaks and I relize that my kids have no faith in my cooking abilities, what kind of mom am I?!?!?! Here is our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Really, Emmitt I don't need Kim I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Emmitt: Well mom, I really think you better get together with Kim.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (my heart breaking and a quiver in my voice) I know I can do it. It will be the best big cookie you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Emmitt: (noticing that my feelings are hurt) Okay mom you can do it. (with a look in his eyes that say, well there goes my b-day "cake")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the pictures above see the cookie. Looks really good huh, so there I can do it. I love ya Kim but I didn't need you. Okay let's be honest now. Let me just say it's a really good thing Emmitt loves cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1898197488357380749?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1898197488357380749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1898197488357380749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1898197488357380749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1898197488357380749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/young-man-prepared.html' title='A young man prepared'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SL1KD37ml8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ij2cCUjMQ1c/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1841976476406236690</id><published>2008-08-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:37:32.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Kim</title><content type='html'>So Kim tagged me and it's a good thing 'cause I was wanting to post today and didn't know what to post about and I was sick of looking at H. E. double hockey sticks every time I got onto my blog. So thank you Kim and here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Random Things I Like About My Husband&lt;br /&gt;1. I like that he rubs my feet.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like that he is such a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;3. I like that he is a goof ball and not afraid to show it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like that he is whipped and not afraid to show it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I Have Had&lt;br /&gt;1. Ticket taker at Missouri Stat Fair&lt;br /&gt;2. In the Kitchen at a retirement home&lt;br /&gt;3. Waitress at Hotel Nauvoo&lt;br /&gt;4. Being a Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I Have Watched More Than Once&lt;br /&gt;1. The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;2. Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;3. Almost Heaven&lt;br /&gt;4. Sweet home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Lived&lt;br /&gt;1. Tomball, TX&lt;br /&gt;2. Smithton, MO twice&lt;br /&gt;3. Moberly, MO&lt;br /&gt;4. Nauvoo, IL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows I Have Watched&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost&lt;br /&gt;2. little embarrassed to admit this but: The Hills&lt;br /&gt;3. Dora the explorer- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved that show I'm sad my kids are grown up now and I don't have and excuse to watch it anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; love in the theme song it say "boots is super cool and so is Laura" what that is what it says! Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ??? I don't watch much TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Been Most Recently&lt;br /&gt;1. Ahhh - Lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicago&lt;br /&gt;3. Iowa City&lt;br /&gt;4. Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People Who E-mail Me Regularly&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom Hasek&lt;br /&gt;2. Sir SPAM&lt;br /&gt;3. Karen&lt;br /&gt;4. Val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything Mexican&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything my mom makes except liver&lt;br /&gt;4. Domino's Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I'd Like To Visit&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris - with Constance&lt;br /&gt;2. Australia.&lt;br /&gt;3. Czech Republic&lt;br /&gt;4. Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Things I Am Looking Forward To This Year&lt;br /&gt;1. More progress on the house&lt;br /&gt;2. Emmitt turning 12 and getting the priesthood (next sunday)&lt;br /&gt;3. being more organized&lt;br /&gt;4. Twilight movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People I Tag&lt;br /&gt;1. who&lt;br /&gt;2. ever&lt;br /&gt;3. wants&lt;br /&gt;4. to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1841976476406236690?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1841976476406236690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1841976476406236690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1841976476406236690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1841976476406236690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-by-kim.html' title='Tagged by Kim'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-2579646177525420183</id><published>2008-08-18T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:45:49.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well he did it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;After many years of many people telling him to, Jason finally did it, he even drug us all with him. I'll let the pictures explain, but first let me say it sure was a bumpy road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRa5O-cgI/AAAAAAAAALY/BzDtt8agqWA/s1600-h/HPIM1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRa5O-cgI/AAAAAAAAALY/BzDtt8agqWA/s400/HPIM1137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRa2lVujI/AAAAAAAAALg/c2IaZCA2idI/s1600-h/HPIM1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRa2lVujI/AAAAAAAAALg/c2IaZCA2idI/s400/HPIM1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRbPCbGhI/AAAAAAAAALw/7eCLB7_4VAI/s1600-h/HPIM1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRbPCbGhI/AAAAAAAAALw/7eCLB7_4VAI/s400/HPIM1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRbKQ43-I/AAAAAAAAALo/ADeQ4tNxe4Q/s1600-h/HPIM1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRbKQ43-I/AAAAAAAAALo/ADeQ4tNxe4Q/s400/HPIM1141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a little side trip Jason wanted to do while we were in Michigan. It really is a town in MI with a post office inside a souvenir shop and an ice cream shop. That is all that is there. It was a really hot day, how appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;Well now that we've got that out of our system you should expect only saintly behavior from us for now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-2579646177525420183?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2579646177525420183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=2579646177525420183' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2579646177525420183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2579646177525420183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-he-did-it.html' title='Well he did it.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKnRa5O-cgI/AAAAAAAAALY/BzDtt8agqWA/s72-c/HPIM1137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4140713074357006810</id><published>2008-08-15T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:37:12.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a tap dancer always a tap dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKXfXcTdfKI/AAAAAAAAALA/mj_mac7e-ew/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKXfXcTdfKI/AAAAAAAAALA/mj_mac7e-ew/s400/grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Michigan with my Sister we were blessed to spend a day with our Grandma, what a fun and lovely lady she is. I love listening to her stories (even the ones that have a little embellishment added). At one point she got talking about her tap dancing days. As she was talking about some of the dances she did I noticed her feet moving in the steps to the dance. I asked her to show us some of her fancy foot work and she was more than happy to oblige. In this video you will see her do some steps (while sitting) to a dance she remembers after all these years. This woman amazes and inspires me!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm sorry I'll try to get this video on it seems I don't know what I'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4140713074357006810?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4140713074357006810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4140713074357006810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4140713074357006810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4140713074357006810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-tap-dancer-always-tap-dancer.html' title='Once a tap dancer always a tap dancer'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SKXfXcTdfKI/AAAAAAAAALA/mj_mac7e-ew/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-2854907091963105230</id><published>2008-08-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:47:20.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaack</title><content type='html'>Well here I am back in the real world, UGH. I had a great two weeks away from responsibility. The first week was awesome, 9 of us sisters including mom spent a week in MI on the lake. We had a great time visiting and catching up on each other's lives. Grandma made it up to the cottage one day and we had a great time with her.&lt;br /&gt;The next week Jason and the kids came up and spent the next week at the cottage, we had a blast going to the beach each day, and a taking a few side trips. Stay tuned I'll have more posts coming with some detailed happenings from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;'Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-2854907091963105230?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2854907091963105230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=2854907091963105230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2854907091963105230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2854907091963105230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaack'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4165102460758244396</id><published>2008-07-25T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:57:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SIpMHGga35I/AAAAAAAAAKo/tRhXFm7FKQA/s1600-h/Smell-You-Later.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227074002406268818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SIpMHGga35I/AAAAAAAAAKo/tRhXFm7FKQA/s320/Smell-You-Later.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FYI, I will be gone for the next 2 weeks. Try to get along with out me. I'll be the postin' fool when I get back. 'Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4165102460758244396?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4165102460758244396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4165102460758244396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4165102460758244396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4165102460758244396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/later.html' title='Later'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SIpMHGga35I/AAAAAAAAAKo/tRhXFm7FKQA/s72-c/Smell-You-Later.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-7839411331770996678</id><published>2008-07-20T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:39:10.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>This seemed like my kind of 'Tag'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-7839411331770996678?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7839411331770996678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=7839411331770996678' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7839411331770996678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7839411331770996678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-5919109939682487022</id><published>2008-07-17T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:37:43.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and a Movie</title><content type='html'>Jason and I went on a real date tonight. Can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; we didn't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Menards&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt;, Home Depot, or even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. I feel so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;, he must really love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-5919109939682487022?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5919109939682487022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=5919109939682487022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/5919109939682487022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/5919109939682487022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/dinner-and-movie.html' title='Dinner and a Movie'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-2978086190221554376</id><published>2008-07-16T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:35:49.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another waste of my time but fun none the less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nycskousens.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever.html"&gt;Have you ever...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what you do: copy &amp;amp; paste the list &amp;amp; bold the things you've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Adopted an accent for fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Loved your job 90% of the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;Ever bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Alphabetized your personal files&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Ever worn a superhero costume&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;Done something you should regret, but don’t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;strong&gt;Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strong&gt;Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;Called or written your Congress person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Won money&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;strong&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;88. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;strong&gt;Changed your name -&lt;/strong&gt;Last name&lt;br /&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong&gt;Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;101. &lt;strong&gt;Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. &lt;strong&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;104. &lt;strong&gt;Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. &lt;strong&gt;Dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all fours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;br /&gt;107. &lt;strong&gt;Brought out the best in people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. &lt;strong&gt;Brought out the worst in people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. &lt;strong&gt;Worn a mood ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. &lt;strong&gt;Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. &lt;strong&gt;Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child&lt;br /&gt;114. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a Broadway (or equivalent to your country) play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;116. &lt;strong&gt;Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Danced at a disco&lt;br /&gt;118. &lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Shot a bird&lt;br /&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;121. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;122. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;124. &lt;strong&gt;Eaten caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. &lt;strong&gt;Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;128. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;129. &lt;strong&gt;Lived in an historic place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. &lt;strong&gt;Acted in a play or performed on a stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Asked for a raise&lt;br /&gt;132. &lt;strong&gt;Made a hole-in-one&lt;/strong&gt; -(if minature golf counts)&lt;br /&gt;133. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;134. &lt;strong&gt;Gone roller skating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;136. Learned to surf&lt;br /&gt;137. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;138. Flown first class&lt;br /&gt;139. &lt;strong&gt;Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;142. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;143. &lt;strong&gt;Gone spelunking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. &lt;strong&gt;Learned how to take a compliment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. Written a love-story&lt;br /&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;147. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;br /&gt;149. &lt;strong&gt;Spent the night in something haunted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151. &lt;strong&gt;Ran away -&lt;/strong&gt;to the end of the drive way&lt;br /&gt;152. &lt;strong&gt;Learned to juggle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. Been a boss&lt;br /&gt;154. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;155. &lt;strong&gt;Lied about your weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. &lt;strong&gt;Gone on a diet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. &lt;strong&gt;Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. &lt;strong&gt;Written a poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. &lt;strong&gt;Carried your lunch in a lunchbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160. &lt;strong&gt;Gotten food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;br /&gt;162. Hiked the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;163. &lt;strong&gt;Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. Gone to the opera&lt;br /&gt;165. &lt;strong&gt;Gotten a letter from someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;166. &lt;strong&gt;Worn knickers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167. Ridden in a limousine&lt;br /&gt;168. Attended the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;169. Can hula or waltz&lt;br /&gt;170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;174. &lt;strong&gt;Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint&lt;br /&gt;178. &lt;strong&gt;Laughed till your side hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;180. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;182. &lt;strong&gt;Sent a message in a bottle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;183. Spent the night in a hostel -&lt;strong&gt; if that should be a hotel then yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;184. &lt;strong&gt;Been a cashier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185. &lt;strong&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;186. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;187. &lt;strong&gt;Donated blood or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. &lt;strong&gt;Built a campfire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. &lt;strong&gt;Kept a blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190. Had hives&lt;br /&gt;191. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;192. Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;br /&gt;193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;br /&gt;196. &lt;strong&gt;Know CPR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden in or owned a convertible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198. Found a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;199. Helped solve a crime&lt;br /&gt;200. Responded to a NJP newsletter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-2978086190221554376?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2978086190221554376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=2978086190221554376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2978086190221554376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2978086190221554376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-waste-of-my-time-but-fun-none.html' title='Another waste of my time but fun none the less'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3312566528578852993</id><published>2008-07-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:36:32.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Tues, July 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="5918208802448995329"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the directions-&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book, turn to page 123&lt;br /&gt;2. Find the 5th paragraph&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the 5th sentence in that paragraph&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the 5th sentence&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is mine:&lt;br /&gt; I can't do anything right. My page 123 doesn't have 5 paragraphs, so I'll post the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He isn't a baby any more, he is a boy; and both mother and father get the signals from his growing brain and body that he's a fine little fellow in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: "So You Want to Raise A Boy" by Cleon Skousen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Skousen - (good book huh)&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Steen&lt;br /&gt;Kim Hasek&lt;br /&gt;Katy Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Tacy Nelson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3312566528578852993?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3312566528578852993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3312566528578852993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3312566528578852993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3312566528578852993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag_15.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-6109244321163291514</id><published>2008-07-14T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:17:03.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q and A</title><content type='html'>So I stole this question and answer from Katy, I like doing these 'cause I get to know myself a little better so read if you'd like. Warning it's long feel free to stop at any time.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;How many people do you know with your name? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Growing up I only knew one other Laura, but now I know of at least 5,  3 of which have liven here in this small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What are all of your plans for today and tonight? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well my day is more than half way over this should be easy. Make Jason some dinner, yes it 8:00 and we haven't eaten yet, clean the kitchen, read scriptures with the kids get the kids to bed, watch a move with Jason, go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Which would you rather watch football or baseball? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baseball ... only if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmitt&lt;/span&gt; is playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What's something you really want right now? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone to come decorate my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you plan out your day before it begins? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not usually, only if there is a lot of things going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What was your first thought when you woke up this morning? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really need to get to bed earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you wet the toothbrush before the toothpaste? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes, it's gross if I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Did someone make you mad today? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What are you doing tomorrow? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopefully playing with the kids in the pool it's going to be a hot one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ever kissed someone who smokes? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope, but I have kissed some one who chewed, but not when he had been chewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you wear glasses? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ...take a guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;When is your birthday? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dec. 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this morning? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just getting to the Temple to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I was in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last place you took a plane to? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mexico (??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;How do you feel about the person who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; you last? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emmitt&lt;/span&gt; and I LOVE him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever been around someone who was high? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not that I am aware of, but I'm pretty naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt; you a jealous person? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;About some things, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you tired right now? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you chew on your straws? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm with Katy on this one...only if I have an empty cup with a straw in front of me for an extended period of time I really like juice box straws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What's your favorite room in your house? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kitchen, not because I like to cook 'cause I don't I like my Kitchen 'case it's the most decorated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last inbox message from? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inbox for email...Lori...inbox for cell phone... Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;How many children do you plan on having? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I am giving up on planning on having any more, but we have two great kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Is your hair curly? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No but I do have some annoying little fuzzy "horns" on the sides of my forehead that really get out of control when it's humid, which is all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Who was at your house last? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diane came to pick up her kids that spent the day with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you able to climb a chain link fence? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Again, I am with Katy on this one...If someone was chasing me and taunting me with their bare feet...I probably could...but if it was just like...'hey, lets climb this chain link fence for the fun of it'...then probably no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Who's car were you in last? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last movie you went to see? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kittredge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you ashamed of your past? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not one minute of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Where does your grandma live? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Grand Rapids MI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Will you kiss the last person you kissed again? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If he's lucky.... Just kidding , Heck ya I will I hope to be kissing him for ever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you trust people? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the most part yes, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;probley&lt;/span&gt; should be more cautious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh this makes me so mad, I cry every time I get mad and it totally ruins my argument 'cause I look like a stupid cry baby, I'm about to cry right now because I'm so mad at this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever played a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Actually no, I know I want one though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What woke you up this morning? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jason when he got up, but then I fell back asleep and then the alarm woke me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, and then it's that really good deep sleep and then I don't want to wake back up when the alarm goes off again, I should just get up when it goes off the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Where are your siblings right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Good question... here goes, Lafayette IN, Cumming GA, Lindon UT, Bristol VA, 2 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; IL, Ft. Madison IA, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DesMoines&lt;/span&gt; IA, Cypress CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you have any tattoos? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last place you ordered food from? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mazzio's&lt;/span&gt; Pizza on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SaturdayYUMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What high school did/do you attend? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Moberly&lt;/span&gt; High &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Smithton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What are you excited for? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vacation 12 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What did you do last night? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Went to in-laws for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last song you sang? "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teach Me to Walk in the Light"- closing song in R.S. Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;If you could change your eye color what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What color are your eyes? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Poopy&lt;/span&gt; hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Whats the longest you have talked on the phone to someone? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sure it was 4 hours talking to Jason when I still lived at the farm when we were dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;How many 20 dollar bills do you have on you right now? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you have any friends that you've known for 10 years or more? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...yes, lots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you know how to drive a stick shift? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No I have been taught, but I would not risk my life, or any ones life who may be in the car with me or on the road or the side walks or even in buildings along the road that I would be driving on, therefore I will walk if I really needed something and only a stick shift was available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Anything hurt on your body right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;When was the last time you laughed? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saturday, we were out shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Menards&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Emmitt&lt;/span&gt; did what he calls his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Skoggles&lt;/span&gt;, He pushes the lenses of his glasses close to his eyes then squints his eyes so his eyebrows  and his cheeks wrap around his glasses, his face is so funny I can't help but crack up, so he's walking around the store looking at people to see what they will do. Funny kid!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever been stalked? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I seriously think I have been, When we live in Keokuk right after we got married there was a guy that I saw everywhere I went. He'd be outside our apartment, outside the school I was going to, at every store I went to, he often would make eye contact with me but never said a word, I was so freaked out. I gave my mom, and Jason a detailed description if anything ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to me, After i told them I never saw him again, I'm sure my man took care of him. HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What was the last thing you cried about? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What are you drinking? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nothing but I do want a water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Is your shirt new? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;about 2 yrs. old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you read often? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The last person you fought with? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Probley&lt;/span&gt; Jason, he's the only one I could say I fight with, I let everyone else walk all over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Name something that's on your mind right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is anyone still reading this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Who do you really want to see right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mark and Beth's new baby, Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you pregnant? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I already discussed that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you swear a lot? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Who was the last person you shared a bed with? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jason Duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What are you currently listening to? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The refrigerator humming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Have the cops ever came to your house? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yep, once cause the leaves we were burning were still smoking at midnight. Funny story, I'll have to tell you about it sometime. Now the cops come once a month to deliver the minutes for Jason's City Council meetings they stay and talk for a while it's always fun to see the cars drive by looking to see what could be going on at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Skog's&lt;/span&gt; house. We joke that sometime we should really play it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Who's your last missed call? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A telemarketer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Where do you want to go? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you always wear your seat belt? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Who did you last shoot a dirty look at? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Probably Jason at his parents house last night, but I really don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What kind of dog do you have? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maltese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you drink beer? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never even tried it, I can't understand how anyone can get past the smell of the stuff, I've never met anyone who actually like it the first time they tried it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing now? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Dillards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What is something you need to go shopping for? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;House stuff, siding, trim, baseboards, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you have any tan lines? ...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes, big ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mrs. Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;When you're at the grocery store do you use the self checkout? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Only if I have a few items and nothing needs to be weighed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Has anyone ever given you roses? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I like to think I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you done something bad today? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Laid out in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What was the last thing you ate? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cheese stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;When was the last time you really cried your heart out? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The other night watching "Bridge to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Terabithia&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;When was the last time you hugged someone and who was it? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tonight, Jason for working on the siding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you normally a happy person?.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;How many months are there until your birthday? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you own any kind of yellow clothing? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What's your favorite season of the year? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Summer Bring on the heat and the humidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you like cheese?...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What is your current mood?...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are your best friends still your best friends? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, otherwise they wouldn't be best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that was a whole hour of my life hope you enjoyed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-6109244321163291514?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6109244321163291514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=6109244321163291514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6109244321163291514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/6109244321163291514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/q-and.html' title='Q and A'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-8403925276633247666</id><published>2008-07-10T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:56:46.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kit Kittredge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHYjLdZg8RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3YdDi5Uqfsw/s1600-h/kit-kittridge-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHYjLdZg8RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3YdDi5Uqfsw/s400/kit-kittridge-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHYjLXbspMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XJsUUmMyvEQ/s1600-h/HPIM1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHYjLXbspMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XJsUUmMyvEQ/s400/HPIM1068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Constance sure was a happy girl yesterday. And she should have been. We took her to see the Kit movie. Cute Movie, she loved it!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-8403925276633247666?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8403925276633247666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=8403925276633247666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8403925276633247666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8403925276633247666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/kit-kittredge.html' title='Kit Kittredge'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHYjLdZg8RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3YdDi5Uqfsw/s72-c/kit-kittridge-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4801530000754604032</id><published>2008-07-09T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:21:33.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo II base ball team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHT_5rB5tqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5LA7wNe_HQU/s1600-h/baseball+news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221079234297575074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHT_5rB5tqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5LA7wNe_HQU/s400/baseball+news.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article says it all. Except Jason is the Coach on the far right not in the middle!!&lt;br /&gt;We finished our regular season with a record of 10-4 not too bad if I may say so. We are now in all stars tournaments. We got second place in our first Tournament hosted by Keokuk. Now wer are playing in a Warsaw tournament. We  won our first game and the second game is on Friday. We'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHT_omZcexI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h1P5in8wQ2c/s1600-h/baseball+news.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4801530000754604032?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4801530000754604032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4801530000754604032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4801530000754604032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4801530000754604032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/nauvoo-ii-base-ball-team.html' title='Nauvoo II base ball team'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHT_5rB5tqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5LA7wNe_HQU/s72-c/baseball+news.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-7262398060708674112</id><published>2008-07-06T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:44:15.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I forgot to send Emmitt and Jason to camp with the camera, so when they got home this is what they looked like. Emmitt cute as ever and Jason pretty darn cute even though he didn't shave all week.&lt;br /&gt;They had a great time. Emmitt worked hard and earned 5 merit badges He got 3rd place in the belly flop contest and has the bruises to prove it (see photo of his belly) What a man!! He was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;Jason was in his element loving every minute of camp. I'm glad they are home. And I am really glad Jason got all the laundry done already. I hate the smell of camp fire on all their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHGChkyE_iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lteCyC7Ae7Q/s1600-h/HPIM0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHGChkyE_iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lteCyC7Ae7Q/s320/HPIM0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHGChYciJGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0MM-uOT9nE0/s1600-h/HPIM0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHGChYciJGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0MM-uOT9nE0/s320/HPIM0977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHGChmlhrKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N-94-CE84mQ/s1600-h/HPIM1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHGChmlhrKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N-94-CE84mQ/s320/HPIM1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-7262398060708674112?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7262398060708674112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=7262398060708674112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7262398060708674112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7262398060708674112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-forgot-to-send-emmitt-and-jason-to.html' title='Scout Camp'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SHGChkyE_iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lteCyC7Ae7Q/s72-c/HPIM0979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-3873186067396441579</id><published>2008-07-04T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:29:34.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of my independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SG7wHsPXETI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0ybfObx-b5c/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219373033094320434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SG7wHsPXETI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0ybfObx-b5c/s320/fireworks.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this independence day was the best ever. It was the end of my week long independence. As many of you know this week I was home all alone. Jason and Emmitt were at scout camp and Constance went to a camp with her cousin all week. I was looking forward to having this week all to myself. I had plans to go to the spa, clean the house, read, take long hot bubble baths. Wow how a week can fly by. My week started off great. My dear friends Alison and Jenny came all the way from Moberly, Mo to visit me for the day. We had a great time visiting and catching up, I was so sad to see them go. As soon as they left it sunk in that I was all alone. The rest of my week flew by way too fast. I had something going on every minute, some good things like going over to mom and dad's for dinner, and going out with Kim and Val one night. Then some not so great things like dentist appt. and the never ending responsibilities of being a Relief Society Pres., and having apartments and horrible tenants. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two nights this week I was woke up by the phone ringing at 2:00 a.m. (you know when the phone rings at that hour it's never good news so your heart starts pounding) well it was one of our tenants complaining that another tenant was being too loud, I told him that Jason was at scout camp and there was nothing I could do about it, and he needed to call the police because they were disturbing the peace. He seriously told me he didn't want to bother them at this time of night. What?!? Did he really think I was up and he wouldn't be bothering me? So after telling him 3 times I was really sorry that I couldn't do anything he starts chatting with me about stupid stuff. I had to remind him that was 2:00 a.m. and I was sleeping. He said Oh sorry about that, then I just hung up the phone. He called again two nights later. Needless to say I didn't even answer the phone. The nerve of some people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I didn't make it to the spa, I didn't even open a book, the house didn't get that deep cleaning I was hoping to do, and the closest thing I got to a bubble bath was when I was showering I noticed the water wasn't draining, because the drain was plugged. So my feet got a nice little bubble bath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank goodness Constance came home today, and this week alone is now over!!! Maybe now I will get some peace, rest and relaxation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-3873186067396441579?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3873186067396441579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=3873186067396441579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3873186067396441579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/3873186067396441579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-of-my-independence.html' title='the end of my independence'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SG7wHsPXETI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0ybfObx-b5c/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-4275177347371550422</id><published>2008-07-02T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:30:43.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>So, Tacy tagged me, this was kinda fun. Thanks Tacy, actually I'm so happy that it was me who you thought of to tag. Unless of course you have another friend named Laura that I am unaware of and in that case I am just plain embarrassed that I actually thought it was me you tagged. Oh well on with my answers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home town: Nauvoo, IL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxOaw_GmrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YnjZPrrHGDA/s1600-h/hometown2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218632289948703410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxOaw_GmrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YnjZPrrHGDA/s320/hometown2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder who's white van and red car that is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Vacation Destination&lt;/strong&gt;: Lake Michigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxO-b4TCeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lsjvA15XMXg/s1600-h/lake+mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218632902758304226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxO-b4TCeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lsjvA15XMXg/s320/lake+mi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite color:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxPOu-_MLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bi4OyEtB79s/s1600-h/green2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218633182764544178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxPOu-_MLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bi4OyEtB79s/s320/green2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay I saw this pic and I loved it, there is a little green in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream Career:&lt;/strong&gt; Something to do with shoe fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxP4Iwg5aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vZ7bQVA9vL0/s1600-h/fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218633894057797026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxP4Iwg5aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vZ7bQVA9vL0/s320/fashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty Pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;: I hate to admit this!!! Here goes, ready..... um..... okay.... I... am.... a..... "Hills" Junkie okay I said it now laugh all you want. I can actually feel all of everyone's respect for me fading away, I really am a good person really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxQjtYG1zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Mhtatlq8Zyc/s1600-h/the+hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218634642621912882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxQjtYG1zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Mhtatlq8Zyc/s320/the+hills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow I feel so much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Hobby&lt;/strong&gt;: Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxRHVdfbGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sLCiToSAuac/s1600-h/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218635254677335138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxRHVdfbGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sLCiToSAuac/s320/reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt; : Cheesecake factory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxRdInf-nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MqX1mRIBeok/s1600-h/cheesecake+factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218635629186775666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxRdInf-nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MqX1mRIBeok/s320/cheesecake+factory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a good thing there isn't one near by!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Actor/ Actress&lt;/strong&gt;: Tom Hanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxRtozr8LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OosWnyMIY8I/s1600-h/tom+hanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218635912705732786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxRtozr8LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OosWnyMIY8I/s320/tom+hanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Vehicle&lt;/strong&gt;: Mercedes Benz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxR1HIo-SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aBYwsoV5bR8/s1600-h/merceds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218636041105766690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxR1HIo-SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aBYwsoV5bR8/s320/merceds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite place to shop for myself&lt;/strong&gt;: Dillard's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxR7slGDgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wJ1jq0nuIKE/s1600-h/dillards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218636154236440066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxR7slGDgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wJ1jq0nuIKE/s320/dillards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Flower&lt;/strong&gt;: Tulip, is there anything more sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxSFhBBFgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YjSXJ2pzL5I/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218636322931021314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxSFhBBFgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YjSXJ2pzL5I/s320/tulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I tag Kim, Jamie, &amp;amp; Mandy. Here's what you do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 1. Go to &lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 2. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 3. Use your favorite image of the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 4. Copy the html and paste for the answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun I can't wait to see your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-4275177347371550422?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4275177347371550422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=4275177347371550422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4275177347371550422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/4275177347371550422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGxOaw_GmrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YnjZPrrHGDA/s72-c/hometown2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-955700391372808544</id><published>2008-06-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:58:23.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Can you belive it Constance is 10!!!! WOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Her are some Pics of her on her big day. Isn't she adorable. I have had so many fun times with her. She is a great girl and we are so blessed to have her in our family!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Happy Birthday Chick-a, Ladybug!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGkc_1dsBdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Y-50QB6gVaQ/s1600-h/HPIM0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGkc_1dsBdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Y-50QB6gVaQ/s320/HPIM0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGkc_Uwc9AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WNvVBOGOR1Y/s1600-h/HPIM0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGkc_Uwc9AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WNvVBOGOR1Y/s320/HPIM0964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGkc_ZDKWfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pPUouo_Qo1I/s1600-h/HPIM0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGkc_ZDKWfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pPUouo_Qo1I/s320/HPIM0963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-955700391372808544?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/955700391372808544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=955700391372808544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/955700391372808544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/955700391372808544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-hands.html' title='Two hands'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGkc_1dsBdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Y-50QB6gVaQ/s72-c/HPIM0965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1712600712757111897</id><published>2008-06-25T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:05:29.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is July 27th?</title><content type='html'>It seems there are some who are somewhat curious as to what is happening on July 27th. If you don't know, shame on you, because you must not talk to me very often. So really you only have yourself to blame for not being in the loop. Because I am a kind, thoughtful person I will let you in on our destination, Lake Michigan! All the Hasek girls 18 and older are going for a week and staying in the cottage on the lake that my grandpa built!! As kids we would go there every summer. We are so excited.&lt;br /&gt;I have received a couple of threats that some may just show up. About that let me say this. Any uninvited guest will be welcome as long as they can answer a number of questions, such as quotes from Monty Python, can you sing &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the songs from "May turn on earth" and "Saturday's Worriers", can you name all the Hasek children in order, in less than 2 seconds, What is our family tradition on Christmas Eve. And a few more questions but I can't tell you now. If these questions are not answered correctly you will ... well lets just say you will be asked to leave. (In-laws do not have to answer these questions, they have earned there way by marrying our stinky brothers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1712600712757111897?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1712600712757111897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1712600712757111897' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1712600712757111897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1712600712757111897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-july-27th.html' title='What is July 27th?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-914673439212905024</id><published>2008-06-24T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:24:59.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait 'till July 27th!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGE7-31EEjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lhuvHaVpGXE/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGE7-31EEjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lhuvHaVpGXE/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-914673439212905024?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/914673439212905024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=914673439212905024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/914673439212905024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/914673439212905024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-wait-till-july-27th.html' title='Can&apos;t wait &apos;till July 27th!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SGE7-31EEjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lhuvHaVpGXE/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1474258814620964687</id><published>2008-06-23T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:35:00.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame seeds and spare buttons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SF-YRB9f1pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jBQ_C7gKI4Q/s1600-h/growing+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215054311869896338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SF-YRB9f1pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jBQ_C7gKI4Q/s320/growing+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I have been thinking about this, however I have and I thought I'd share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up in a family where you have 5 older siblings you look at things a little differently. For example most kids want to be older, because they will be allowed more freedoms. That is not the case us with many older siblings (or maybe it's just me and my crazy way of thinking about things). I couldn't wait to be older for a number of reasons, let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I couldn't wait to go to McDonalds (which was almost never, were my parents smart or what) and get a hamburger that had sesame seeds on it. Us younger ones only got a hamburger w/o cheese. Oh how I enjoy my sesame seeds now. I have been know to splurge and even buy the buns at the store with sesame seeds just because I can!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I couldn't wait to get a new shirt that came with an extra button in a little pouch or attached to the shirt. Sometimes when I am shopping and I try on a shirt and I see that little extra button, a smile spreads across my face and I seem to say to myself I have arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I couldn't wait to stay up late. Oh the torture my parents and older siblings put us younger ones through. Did you really think we were all asleep and such sound sleepers that we couldn't hear your spoons clanking on your bowls as you at ice cream. Or worse we'd hear the door bell ring and then the house would fill up with the tempting smell of fresh, hot, delivered pizza.We may have been young but we were not stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I couldn't wait to have my own room. No disrespect to Mary, Sarah, and sometimes Mark. I love you guys so much you were great room mates, but I really looked forward to having my own room. I love my husband so much, but I can't help sometimes feeling jipped that I have to share a room again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are a few of the things I have been thinking about. I loved my childhood I love my siblings. I wouldn't have traded any of it for the world. ( well maybe at the time I would have).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1474258814620964687?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1474258814620964687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1474258814620964687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1474258814620964687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1474258814620964687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/sesame-seeds-and-spare-buttons.html' title='Sesame seeds and spare buttons'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SF-YRB9f1pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jBQ_C7gKI4Q/s72-c/growing+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-8694533095387585766</id><published>2008-06-15T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:56:28.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Constance had her Dance recital today. She did awesome!!! She is quite the dancer. I could watch her dance all day. Enjoy these pictures. She is the one on the far right in all 3 pics. I hope I can get the video to load on here, it is just one minute of one of her dances. Short I know, but so beautiful!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWoHEMHDzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/944a6K-PGcU/s1600-h/HPIM0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256983088303922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWoHEMHDzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/944a6K-PGcU/s320/HPIM0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWoHUnhRXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iS7CmSd-Ht4/s1600-h/HPIM0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256987498235250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWoHUnhRXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iS7CmSd-Ht4/s320/HPIM0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWoG6reB1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/DRYeHYyQdUE/s1600-h/HPIM0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256980535478098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWoG6reB1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/DRYeHYyQdUE/s320/HPIM0947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-adbd7c9c0353a748" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadbd7c9c0353a748%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034752%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D300469019A7FE674CFD39C8427B91DD59714EAC8.35C3A6B5F0778D2104059FB196D9FD3ECDA5D422%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadbd7c9c0353a748%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWesQzPoasKHqxQ7h_YV26nilUqY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadbd7c9c0353a748%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034752%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D300469019A7FE674CFD39C8427B91DD59714EAC8.35C3A6B5F0778D2104059FB196D9FD3ECDA5D422%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadbd7c9c0353a748%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWesQzPoasKHqxQ7h_YV26nilUqY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-8694533095387585766?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=adbd7c9c0353a748&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8694533095387585766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=8694533095387585766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8694533095387585766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8694533095387585766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWoHEMHDzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/944a6K-PGcU/s72-c/HPIM0948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-5568385204743452676</id><published>2008-06-15T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:35:25.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Down by the River"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As many of you know the Mississippi River is flooding. Here are some pictures I took to give you an idea of how it is here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212255479794064082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWmvj-1WtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RdsjTBFKaBY/s320/HPIM0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212255487114007986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWmv_QC1bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hw0I649q12Q/s320/HPIM0932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212255490258393634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWmwK9uWiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LIkFXqjWWgo/s320/HPIM0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212255488634579250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWmwE6k6TI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Gpqf6fZhlaw/s320/HPIM0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212255494029636338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWmwZA28vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q7XrGiwooMA/s320/HPIM0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-5568385204743452676?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5568385204743452676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=5568385204743452676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/5568385204743452676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/5568385204743452676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/down-by-river.html' title='&quot;Down by the River&quot;'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SFWmvj-1WtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RdsjTBFKaBY/s72-c/HPIM0931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-949110997466999270</id><published>2008-06-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:39:49.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Mac Attack</title><content type='html'>Well to my very saddened heart the day did come. Emmitt had his first (and I hope last) Big Mac.&lt;br /&gt;After a baseball game we took Emmitt and one of his friends to McDonald's for dinner. Well you know boys, they have it in their minds that there is a direct correlation as to how much you eat and how manly you are. The more you eat the more man you are. Well Emmitt's friend ordered a Big Mac so of course he couldn't be out done so he must order one as well. My heart broke as I watched my boy devour the sloppy mess of a burger. The only bit of happiness I had was watching as he tried to stuff in the last two bites knowing he really didn't want to, regretting his choice as he looked at those last two bites looking back at him daring him not to finish (of course he did it, his friend was watching). Sorry I didn't have my camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210012812491549378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SE2vDJPK6sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZpkxfHg_ljs/s320/bigmac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-949110997466999270?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/949110997466999270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=949110997466999270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/949110997466999270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/949110997466999270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-mac-attack.html' title='Big Mac Attack'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SE2vDJPK6sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZpkxfHg_ljs/s72-c/bigmac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1789405528460978092</id><published>2008-05-30T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:14:58.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toad convention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBfoLsI6yI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N-eZKZH5vNg/s1600-h/random+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206266313177623330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBfoLsI6yI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N-eZKZH5vNg/s320/random+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBfobsI6zI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yRvzvi4U24c/s1600-h/random+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206266317472590642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBfobsI6zI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yRvzvi4U24c/s320/random+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBfobsI60I/AAAAAAAAAEE/NI4-XMfkLtU/s1600-h/random+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206266317472590658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBfobsI60I/AAAAAAAAAEE/NI4-XMfkLtU/s320/random+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was putting rocks in the bottom of the window wells. I dumped one bag. Before I dumped the second bag I looked down in the window well and saw 5 Toads. I called Emmitt and his friend over and they jumped down there and got them all out they ended up finding 7. I guess we won't have a bug problem. ( at least around the basement windows.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1789405528460978092?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1789405528460978092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1789405528460978092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1789405528460978092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1789405528460978092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/toad-convention.html' title='Toad convention'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBfoLsI6yI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N-eZKZH5vNg/s72-c/random+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-82818015709785525</id><published>2008-05-30T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:02:14.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whack-a-mole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBcPbsI6wI/AAAAAAAAADk/pZiIDNWU8fo/s1600-h/random+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206262589440977666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBcPbsI6wI/AAAAAAAAADk/pZiIDNWU8fo/s320/random+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBcPbsI6xI/AAAAAAAAADs/infLzMrEzIk/s1600-h/random+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206262589440977682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBcPbsI6xI/AAAAAAAAADs/infLzMrEzIk/s320/random+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first beautiful day we had this summer the kids had their friends over to play. We have a field of alfalfa in our back yard. The kids were playing hide and seek in the tall grass. It was so funny to see them pop up and down it really did look like the game whack-a-mole. I wish I had taken a video of it. Yes we did check for ticks after, and only found one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-82818015709785525?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/82818015709785525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=82818015709785525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/82818015709785525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/82818015709785525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/whack-mole.html' title='Whack-a-mole'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SEBcPbsI6wI/AAAAAAAAADk/pZiIDNWU8fo/s72-c/random+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1602444405688378071</id><published>2008-05-15T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:42:33.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SCz0Qzh5dGI/AAAAAAAAADc/xUR5r9wR17E/s1600-h/4+gen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200800239253550178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SCz0Qzh5dGI/AAAAAAAAADc/xUR5r9wR17E/s320/4+gen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I'm a little late posting this. What a wonderful mother's day I had. I left Nauvoo Friday afternoon with my mom and my daughter, Constance, to visit my grandma in Michigan. We had a blast. My Grandma is so funny. Satruday all four of us went shopping. We met up with my uncle and his wife saturday night and took grandma out to dinner. On Sunday we went to church and drove home. It was so much fun having four generations together for a weekend. It was a quick trip but such a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home Jason and Emmitt were at Jason's mom's house for dinner, but they left me a gift. A gift certificate for an hour massage. I can't wait to use it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1602444405688378071?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1602444405688378071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1602444405688378071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1602444405688378071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1602444405688378071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SCz0Qzh5dGI/AAAAAAAAADc/xUR5r9wR17E/s72-c/4+gen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-8979841354026993022</id><published>2008-05-14T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:12:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theamazingsteens.blogspot.com/2008/05/scattergories-tag.html"&gt;Scattergories Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it works:Erase my answers, enter yours, tag 10 people, post it on your blog, then notify them, including the person who tagged you."Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following.(They have to be real places, names, things.....nothing made up!)Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same first initial.You cannot use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name: Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webfetti.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZKzeb170_ZCxdm809MOUS&amp;amp;utm_campaign=wf_11&amp;amp;utm_source=1170381&amp;amp;utm_medium=wf_blogger"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four letter word: Loop&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: Lexus&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Lost&lt;br /&gt;City: London&lt;br /&gt;Boy's Name: Leroy&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Name: Lenore&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Lumber Jack&lt;br /&gt;Something You Wear: Leggings&lt;br /&gt;Food: Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;Something Found in a Bathroom: Lip stick&lt;br /&gt;Reason for Being Late: Lazy&lt;br /&gt;Something You Shout: liar!&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Mandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-8979841354026993022?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8979841354026993022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=8979841354026993022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8979841354026993022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8979841354026993022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-7567351463514283723</id><published>2008-05-03T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T12:57:59.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBzDsRXRpdI/AAAAAAAAADU/iqJgKwgLZT0/s1600-h/baseballequipment.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196243235421398482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBzDsRXRpdI/AAAAAAAAADU/iqJgKwgLZT0/s320/baseballequipment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning Emmitt had another game, Wow was it cold and windy. They Won this one 11-0 against Hamilton. Our boys played so well. Emmitt got walked on all 3 at bats. On his last at bat he actually got a home run on a walk. I know that's not possible, but it did happen. On the last pitch the ball got past the catcher so Emmitt took off for first and the boy on third came in to still home. When the catcher got the ball it was too late to get the boy out at home so he threw it to first to get Emmitt out. The first baseman didn't get the ball and Emmitt took off for Second then Third. They over threw the ball at third so Emmitt takes off to steal home and made it. Way to steal Emmitt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-7567351463514283723?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7567351463514283723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=7567351463514283723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7567351463514283723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/7567351463514283723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/game-2.html' title='Game 2'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBzDsRXRpdI/AAAAAAAAADU/iqJgKwgLZT0/s72-c/baseballequipment.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-5271261810639049189</id><published>2008-05-02T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:21:22.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ball game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBvoLRXRpcI/AAAAAAAAADM/h4TU8ydGA-w/s1600-h/baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBvoLRXRpcI/AAAAAAAAADM/h4TU8ydGA-w/s320/baseball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196001875439232450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight was Emmitt's and Jason's first game of the season. We won, what a great way to start. Emmitt was so excited he woke up this morning and got dressed, ate breakfast, brushed his teeth, and even took the trash out, all before I even got up. You know when that happens it's going to be a good day. He got his uniform on and was ready for the game by 4:00 and the game didn't even start 'till 7:00. Yes he was excited. It was a good game the whole team played well. Emmitt got one single and walked twice, and struck out a couple of times also. (but we won't dwell on that)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jason is a good coach and enjoys working with the boys. We'll keep you up to date as the season progresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-5271261810639049189?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5271261810639049189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=5271261810639049189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/5271261810639049189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/5271261810639049189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take me out to the ball game'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBvoLRXRpcI/AAAAAAAAADM/h4TU8ydGA-w/s72-c/baseball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-1157118071723597327</id><published>2008-04-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:24:46.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constance gives dad a hair cut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfYDRXRpYI/AAAAAAAAACs/3kc-Nfspnk8/s1600-h/famiy+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194858245907391874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfYDRXRpYI/AAAAAAAAACs/3kc-Nfspnk8/s320/famiy+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfYDhXRpZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2PYOWRLzoWw/s1600-h/famiy+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194858250202359186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfYDhXRpZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2PYOWRLzoWw/s320/famiy+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfYDxXRpaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eGy_rA-5XwQ/s1600-h/famiy+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194858254497326498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfYDxXRpaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eGy_rA-5XwQ/s320/famiy+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-1157118071723597327?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1157118071723597327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=1157118071723597327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1157118071723597327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/1157118071723597327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/constance-gives-dad-hair-cut.html' title='Constance gives dad a hair cut.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfYDRXRpYI/AAAAAAAAACs/3kc-Nfspnk8/s72-c/famiy+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-8933857789591715982</id><published>2008-04-29T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:20:47.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWZhXRpTI/AAAAAAAAACE/SU3k5FTiFxY/s1600-h/random+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194856429136225586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWZhXRpTI/AAAAAAAAACE/SU3k5FTiFxY/s320/random+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              A fun dinner. Spaghetti on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWZxXRpUI/AAAAAAAAACM/dGwEFhF6TTc/s1600-h/random+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194856433431192898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWZxXRpUI/AAAAAAAAACM/dGwEFhF6TTc/s320/random+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Jason coming to the finish line at the grape stomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWaBXRpVI/AAAAAAAAACU/ohJUZvDQyjY/s1600-h/random+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194856437726160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWaBXRpVI/AAAAAAAAACU/ohJUZvDQyjY/s320/random+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         He finished !!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWaRXRpWI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ok-llZdJtcQ/s1600-h/random+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194856442021127522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWaRXRpWI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ok-llZdJtcQ/s320/random+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  And even got 2nd place in his age division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWahXRpXI/AAAAAAAAACk/XcnselbmNW8/s1600-h/random+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194856446316094834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWahXRpXI/AAAAAAAAACk/XcnselbmNW8/s320/random+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Two cute kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-8933857789591715982?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8933857789591715982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=8933857789591715982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8933857789591715982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/8933857789591715982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-pics.html' title='random pics'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBfWZhXRpTI/AAAAAAAAACE/SU3k5FTiFxY/s72-c/random+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093898269318110811.post-2267755021699036375</id><published>2008-04-29T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:01:11.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBdhihXRpHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/egRP1momYeQ/s1600-h/i+love+jason+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194727940894598258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBdhihXRpHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/egRP1momYeQ/s320/i+love+jason+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of our favorite places to go during the summer is Lake Michigan. I love writing in the sand. So of course I have to write I Love Jason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093898269318110811-2267755021699036375?l=skogzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2267755021699036375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093898269318110811&amp;postID=2267755021699036375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2267755021699036375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093898269318110811/posts/default/2267755021699036375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skogzblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-of-our-favorite-places-to-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126213873261680770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SPa_whsyA0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jC5vJg-neuQ/S220/stuff+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uQv0syXzsHE/SBdhihXRpHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/egRP1momYeQ/s72-c/i+love+jason+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
