<?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-96434949158673105</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:42:32.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't hear myself think</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-836437212811474242</id><published>2010-09-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:05:49.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TKTtirgZGJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BgDfPTVcwBY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522800223112992914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TKTtirgZGJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BgDfPTVcwBY/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avascular Necrosis...... My new diagnosis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the bone that has been giving me so much pain, since the night in July that I fell down the stairs, has died. I have never heard of such a thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a bit mind boggling to me that something in my body has died. The podiatrist has sentenced me to 6-12 weeks in a boot. "Why?" you ask. Well I don't know. Doesn't look like I have any hope that it will come back to life. For this reason I am seeing a Orthopedic tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach is coming with me. He fell (actually, was pushed) and might have broken his arm. "Might?" you ask. Well, the good ol' Tooele ER Dr, says that he can't tell. He says that the pain that Zach is experiencing is on a growth plate, and that growth plates look fractured anyway..... hmmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to see a "city" Dr and have few answers for both of our ailments. &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/96434949158673105-836437212811474242?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/836437212811474242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=836437212811474242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/836437212811474242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/836437212811474242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2010/09/wha.html' title='Wha??????'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TKTtirgZGJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BgDfPTVcwBY/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-2126350155804204331</id><published>2010-09-28T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:53:36.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TKJ_8qaiUEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gII6kYIjsPI/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522116773264117826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TKJ_8qaiUEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gII6kYIjsPI/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben gets to pick out prizes when he does well at school. He brings these cheap little trinkets home daily. No big deal, and not even worth mentioning. Except..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after school, he sat his little sister, Eliza on the couch. He announced "I got sumpin' for you, Zsa-Zsa!". He proceeded to open his back pack and pull out his jacket, extra pants, papers, candy, a toy and then, he yells, "Der it is!". He reached in and pulled out a plastic pink bracelet. He handed it to her with a proud smile. She returned with a big smile and exclaimed "BEN!!! It's beautiful! Now, this my most favorite bracelet, EVER!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, I am so proud of him! Brought a tear to my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-2126350155804204331?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/2126350155804204331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=2126350155804204331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2126350155804204331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2126350155804204331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sweet-ben.html' title='My sweet Ben'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TKJ_8qaiUEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gII6kYIjsPI/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-8226299133021413214</id><published>2010-09-28T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:25:52.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;..... it's been almost a week, and Still haven't heard anything about my MRI.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; morning that my Dr would have the results that afternoon. So I called My Dr late that Afternoon. The receptionist said that the results would be in the next day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;-I call. "OH, the results aren't in, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;radiologist&lt;/span&gt; should have them in by tomorrow"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;- "Well, the Dr is in surgery on Fridays. Can I take your number and have him call you later?"........(HE never called)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;- "We have the results. But the Dr is only in on Tuesdays. He'll call tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;(today)- I called. She said " The Dr is pulling up the results as we speak. I will have him call you back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are a few hours later....4:21...... Do I call AGAIN? Seriously..... If I need surgery, do I let these cookies operate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-8226299133021413214?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/8226299133021413214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=8226299133021413214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8226299133021413214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8226299133021413214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-2446992849632319005</id><published>2010-09-25T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:25:11.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hitting again...... Writer's block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJ6ubPmIm3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/QZqFOxmzPRU/s1600/ho+ho+ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521041976268987250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJ6ubPmIm3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/QZqFOxmzPRU/s320/ho+ho+ike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, as I sit here listening to The Wiggles, and Ben and Eliza pretending to be dog's, I just can't seem to think of anything to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded today of an incident I had when Ike was 5. I was a young single Mom, and I must admit, probably a little uptight. Anyway, after a church service one Sunday, he proudly gave me a little craft he had made in primary class. It was a folded cut out of people holding hands. Let me emphasize that he was super proud of this craft. That said, I happily took the little gift and slowly unfolded the cute piece of work. As I unfolded I noticed that each little person was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anatomically&lt;/span&gt; correct. Thoughts of a concerned primary teacher and worse poured through my mind. I quickly grabbed my now confused little boy and dragged him to the bishops office. The bishop kindly took time to listen to my worries, and sent me on my way. I am sure he chuckled a bit after I left..... in my defense; I was truly worried..... now that I have a few more kids, I realize that kids do things like this, and I can sit and laugh about it. I wonder what I will laugh at in the next 10 years :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... the picture is of Ike when he was 5.......&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatta&lt;/span&gt; little cutie. Boy, these kids grow way too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-2446992849632319005?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/2446992849632319005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=2446992849632319005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2446992849632319005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2446992849632319005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-hitting-again-writers-block.html' title='It&apos;s hitting again...... Writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJ6ubPmIm3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/QZqFOxmzPRU/s72-c/ho+ho+ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-929950280341634782</id><published>2010-09-22T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:33:05.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as a lame cow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJq7xTF-HPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/uFmDD8P5Vcc/s1600/babycow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519930748909264114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJq7xTF-HPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/uFmDD8P5Vcc/s320/babycow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup..... that's me... A lactating Bessy. In fact, I am nursing my baby at this very moment. Seems like I have been doing this forever. But, this baby is more demanding then the past 5. She threatens me with hickey's and ear piercing screams if I don't immediately pull up my shirt at her demand. Oh, the joys of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my very first MRI today. Pretty unexciting. I let my imagination go a little wack-o last night. I imagined being put into a capsule, and then forgotten about.... NOT... it wasn't bad at all, only a half hour, and no capsule. I got to listen to the radio while it was happening. The tech let me choose the station. I told him that I wanted to listen 102.7, he looked at me funny and said "you do realise that is talk?". Um "Yah". Am I turning into an old lady when it seems more comforting to listen to Good 'Ol Doug discuss a high schools tardy policy, than to music? Anyway, I should find out tomorrow if I am headed for surgery (hoping, and praying that am not). In the mean time, I am stuck wearing an ugly 8 pound boot that reaches to my knee...grrrrrrr.....do not like. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note.... I LOVE AUTUMN!!!!!! I love to cook, so this is a fun season for me. I love the changing leaves, the cooler nights(and days), the smells....AND PUMPKINS!!!!! I love everything with pumpkin! Pumpkin soup, pie, cookies, ice cream, etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-929950280341634782?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/929950280341634782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=929950280341634782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/929950280341634782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/929950280341634782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-as-lame-cow.html' title='My life as a lame cow.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJq7xTF-HPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/uFmDD8P5Vcc/s72-c/babycow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-7516265161535436503</id><published>2010-09-22T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:46:39.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again....</title><content type='html'>Okay.... So yah...it's been a very long time since I have posted anything to this blog. I am thinking that maybe I try too hard to think of something clever to write.... Sometimes I do have something clever..... But, most of the time, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am assuming that no one ever really checks here anymore, So I think that I am going to change this blog into more of journal. This will make it easier for me to keep up, and I don't feel so much pressure to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome anyone who would like to read or respond to my posts......but, I am totally fine with being the only person on earth who reads this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to keeping up on my blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-7516265161535436503?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/7516265161535436503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=7516265161535436503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/7516265161535436503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/7516265161535436503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-3966080994208700810</id><published>2010-01-25T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:28:01.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I say? I am a very lucky girl. Besides the fact that I have a wonderful extended family and truly the best kids on Earth, I have been blessed with an amazing husband husband. I don't where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a single Mom of 3 boys when he met me, and I lived more than 2 hours away from him. I have no idea why he continued to see me, but he did. I am glad that he did. He would make the long 2 hour drive to spend evening with my boys and I (I don't think that we have ever been on a date that hasn't included at least one child.). He was so funny and helpful, and most important, my boys and I adored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that the thought of marrying us must have terrified him. But, I am glad that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay, I want you to know how grateful I am to have you. That I love you more than I can ever express. I want to thank you for letting me be SAHM and for supporting me through all of my endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of you,  and though I don't always laugh, I think you are hilarious. I love you more than the sun, moon and stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-3966080994208700810?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/3966080994208700810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=3966080994208700810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3966080994208700810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3966080994208700810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-can-i-say-i-am-very-lucky-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-8383187175722065937</id><published>2009-12-10T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:18:14.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with my camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPgXLc17I/AAAAAAAAAUo/fDiCcbjsPQk/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766013216675762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPgXLc17I/AAAAAAAAAUo/fDiCcbjsPQk/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPf0ImxFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KeZ4jEQtOA8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766003809502290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPf0ImxFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KeZ4jEQtOA8/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPfLrEgwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ECkAvVa4PA0/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413765992948204290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPfLrEgwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ECkAvVa4PA0/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPeQBoLEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pzGhzxq6gLo/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413765976936688706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPeQBoLEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pzGhzxq6gLo/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my camera.....&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/96434949158673105-8383187175722065937?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/8383187175722065937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=8383187175722065937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8383187175722065937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8383187175722065937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2009/12/fun-with-my-camera.html' title='Fun with my camera'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SyGPgXLc17I/AAAAAAAAAUo/fDiCcbjsPQk/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-3697948730889737075</id><published>2008-05-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:03:25.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>MY little guy knows a ton of "signs". He signs random words all day long. But, it appears that he uses them for nothing more than "stimming". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed and PROUD yesterday when we sat down with a book about colors, and he pointed to and signed every color correctly to me...... I am SOOOOOOOO surprised!!!!! He is one amazing kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6J95X0NsVrc"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6J95X0NsVrc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/96434949158673105-3697948730889737075?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/3697948730889737075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=3697948730889737075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3697948730889737075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3697948730889737075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-1694259093368807261</id><published>2008-04-21T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:06:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0ct_ZV2SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N11i15A-sNo/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191837521865464098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0ct_ZV2SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N11i15A-sNo/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0cuPZV2TI/AAAAAAAAANE/U5fYtEy3TSU/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191837526160431410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0cuPZV2TI/AAAAAAAAANE/U5fYtEy3TSU/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0cufZV2UI/AAAAAAAAANM/8c7DVgwDXDo/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191837530455398722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0cufZV2UI/AAAAAAAAANM/8c7DVgwDXDo/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that I am Bragging.......But isn't my little model just adorable??????&lt;br /&gt;She is soooooo fun (when she cooperates)....... but, she is starting to hate having her picture taken. When I bring out the camera, she runs....... that little stinker......... she deserves to be smothered in lots of big kisses!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-1694259093368807261?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/1694259093368807261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=1694259093368807261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/1694259093368807261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/1694259093368807261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-favorites.html' title='More favorites'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0ct_ZV2SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N11i15A-sNo/s72-c/IMG_0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-1867150039890356219</id><published>2008-04-21T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:55:43.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bWfZV2NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bXF5t-qWAto/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bWfZV2NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bXF5t-qWAto/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191836018626910418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bW_ZV2OI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gAIbBCy-xio/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bW_ZV2OI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gAIbBCy-xio/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191836027216845026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bXfZV2PI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bsyZy7JzKt0/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bXfZV2PI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bsyZy7JzKt0/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191836035806779634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bXvZV2QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/itx5UdMEV-U/s1600-h/Eliza+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bXvZV2QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/itx5UdMEV-U/s320/Eliza+smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191836040101746946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bX_ZV2RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iVwhLrWCtrs/s1600-h/IMG_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bX_ZV2RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iVwhLrWCtrs/s320/IMG_0326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191836044396714258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-1867150039890356219?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/1867150039890356219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=1867150039890356219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/1867150039890356219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/1867150039890356219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorites.html' title='My Favorites'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SA0bWfZV2NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bXF5t-qWAto/s72-c/IMG_0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-3777853879457488070</id><published>2008-04-16T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:08:47.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weird pictures!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SAY-f6AjDoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J6Y8mej0qtk/s1600-h/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SAY-f6AjDoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J6Y8mej0qtk/s400/IMG_1073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189904338459496066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SAY-gaAjDpI/AAAAAAAAAME/NJDFHSfpr8Q/s1600-h/IMG_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SAY-gaAjDpI/AAAAAAAAAME/NJDFHSfpr8Q/s400/IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189904347049430674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SAY-gqAjDqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RJZEasf7K8c/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SAY-gqAjDqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RJZEasf7K8c/s400/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189904351344397986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to take pictures. I have not posted my favorite pics (yet! stay tuned I will post soon). But here are some of the strange ones that I have taken lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 was taken while my toddlers were playing bubbles, one floated right in front of my daughters face as I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 My daughter mad because I took out her pretty hairbows before bed. I have never seen it this wild. gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I have no idea. I don't remember taking this. Maybe my boys did. Very odd picture though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-3777853879457488070?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/3777853879457488070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=3777853879457488070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3777853879457488070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3777853879457488070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-weird-pictures.html' title='My Weird pictures!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/SAY-f6AjDoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J6Y8mej0qtk/s72-c/IMG_1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-1327710007556615928</id><published>2008-04-05T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:25:06.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past couple of weeks I had decided to ignore the allergy test that I had done on my son. I told every one( including myself) that it was because I wanted a 2nd opinion, and that it is too expensive to maintain such a strict diet. I convinced myself that maybe the test was wrong and my little one is just fine. I was wrong. As hard as it is to remove all of the wonderful foods that he does so love from his diet, it has proven to be necessary.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since I have let him go back to eating the foods that he is allergic too, he has regressed back to autistic like behaviors, less talking and more crying. crying at school and everywhere. he is constantly reenacting the movie 'Nacho Libre', which I will admit is very cute and funny. But sometimes it seems that he has just lost himself in it. For example this morning, he just wanted to live a certain scene from that movie over and over again. He would throw chips on the floor, run out from behind a corner and squat to eat them. He would do this over and over again. Any attempts on my part to interrupt or move him on to something else lead to huge tantrums. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last night was the worst. We decided to take the kids to a burrito type fast food restaurant for dinner. My son went into the restaurant very happy excited. I decided to take the 2 younger kids(which included him) to a table to wait while my DH and the other boys placed our orders. My son was content at the table for a while. he then lied back on my lap.  I started to rub his belly. He liked it. He gazed up into to the bright lights that hung over us and suddenly started to yell 'NO! NO!', and began screaming for Daddy and one of his brothers. DH quickly sent his brother over, but it was too late. My son had pretty much lost his mind. All eyes in the restaurant were on us, and none of them looked sympathetic. I ran him outside where his melt down continued. People outside were worse than ones inside. Some teenagers were making comments, and an old man found us quite entertaining and stood and laughed at us. I soon realized that I was locked out of my car, and there was no escape. I knew that I had to runback inside and disturb the happily eating people to get my keys. Once again all eyes on us...... I quickly grabbed my keys, and ran, my son in arms, to my car. I sat in the car and cried while he screamed his head off. My DH was very kind and packed all of the food and kids up. we ended up eating at home while my dear son screamed in the living room. Finally, Daddy offered him a drink and called him 'Nacho'. MY son laughed and all was well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-1327710007556615928?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/1327710007556615928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=1327710007556615928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/1327710007556615928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/1327710007556615928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-past-couple-of-weeks-i-had-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-2836921778867232190</id><published>2008-04-04T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:18:23.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IYxwKkTqQ60' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IYxwKkTqQ60'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that it seems that I fell off of the Blogger planet...... I did. I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got so hectic. I gave up home schooling and sent all of my kids to school. I thought that it might be a little easier. but, now I drive all day long.... grrrrr. the truth is, it is a little easier, and I get some extra time with my wee little ones. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 year old, who I suspected had Autism, has been diagnosed with PDD-NOS. MY 7 year old shares this same diagnosis. I am sad that some things are such a struggle for them, but I am so grateful that they have each other. I am also extremely grateful that I have them, They are such wonderful children. The lord has truly blessed me with exceptional spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY 3 year old, loves Nacho Libre. He likes to act out scenes from the movie. the scene in this movie is his most favorite. I hope that you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-2836921778867232190?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/2836921778867232190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=2836921778867232190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2836921778867232190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2836921778867232190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-alive.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Alive!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-5949471666124379712</id><published>2007-10-31T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:16:26.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_chac5kAiOA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_chac5kAiOA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/96434949158673105-5949471666124379712?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/5949471666124379712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=5949471666124379712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/5949471666124379712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/5949471666124379712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-1899985634164647972</id><published>2007-10-25T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:15:50.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Cuz!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RyE-jQdRK_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/kMUYn4g9rfM/s1600-h/DSC03954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125446626358406130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RyE-jQdRK_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/kMUYn4g9rfM/s320/DSC03954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to say a quick "Thank You" to my cousin &lt;a href="http://carroninsdosanddonts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carronin&lt;/a&gt;! I opened my mailbox to find "Good Mail". It has been a while since I have received (or sent for that matter) any good mail...... I was soooooo happy! It couldn't have come on a better day! I was having such a bad today.........MY Mailbox made me smile from ear to ear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, she "Boo'd" Me.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya Cuz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not pictured; two travel bottles of lotion that I quickly popped into my purse...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-1899985634164647972?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/1899985634164647972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=1899985634164647972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/1899985634164647972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/1899985634164647972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-cuz.html' title='Thanks Cuz!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RyE-jQdRK_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/kMUYn4g9rfM/s72-c/DSC03954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-3357454263286569678</id><published>2007-10-19T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:47:38.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo it's Fall!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RxkzuviLarI/AAAAAAAAALs/cKY4Ho3w5x4/s1600-h/DSC03915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123182929237469874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RxkzuviLarI/AAAAAAAAALs/cKY4Ho3w5x4/s320/DSC03915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE FALL! I must admit that fall is my most favorite season. I love the smells, the food and the cool air. I love the leaves changing color and falling to the ground. I love little Halloween gatherings and parties...... it is so fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I hate "Trick-or-treating"......... I know, I know I am a "humbug". Every year I try to buy my little ghouls off with a huge bag of candy of their very own choosing. They have never taken me up on the offer. I probably wouldn't either ( if I were them). But I figure that it is worth a yearly shot. This year it looks like I will be out "trick or treating" again. Boo Hoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I still love fall, and I love seeing my little pumpkins all dressed up.&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-3357454263286569678?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/3357454263286569678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=3357454263286569678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3357454263286569678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3357454263286569678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/10/woohoo-its-fall.html' title='Woohoo it&apos;s Fall!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RxkzuviLarI/AAAAAAAAALs/cKY4Ho3w5x4/s72-c/DSC03915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-4031575820648127340</id><published>2007-10-10T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:04:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been "Boo'd"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RxZqsviLaqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ieugt-RYUDs/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122398943087127202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RxZqsviLaqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ieugt-RYUDs/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids and I started a neighborhood "BOO" game. Where we pick 3 families, drop some candy, a phantom picture (to hang in the window so that everyone knows that you been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boo'd&lt;/span&gt;), and a poem with instructions to do the same thing with 3 families that have not been "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boo'd&lt;/span&gt;" yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun!!!!!!!!! We were laughing so hard! There is nothing like making good fun memories with your kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I actually wrote this a week ago, But I forgot to post it. It has been so fun to watch my ghost drawing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appear&lt;/span&gt; in neighbors windows....... We left the ghost out of our window because my kids really want to be "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boo'd&lt;/span&gt;" also. But alas, no one has "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boo'd&lt;/span&gt;" us....... would it be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; if my hubby or I "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boo'd&lt;/span&gt;" ourselves just to make our kids happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;.....just wondering you all would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-4031575820648127340?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/4031575820648127340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=4031575820648127340&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/4031575820648127340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/4031575820648127340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/10/youve-been-bood.html' title='You&apos;ve been &quot;Boo&apos;d&quot;!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RxZqsviLaqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ieugt-RYUDs/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-6278731198347765673</id><published>2007-10-05T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:01:27.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rwe9bfiLapI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XDGONkrZP8s/s1600-h/DSC03866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118267781548829330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rwe9bfiLapI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XDGONkrZP8s/s320/DSC03866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone! I know that it has been too long since I have written! I am sorry. I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; busy! Home school has been quite the endeavor, on top of having 2 very busy and curious toddlers now. My princess is walking and boy has she been keeping me busy. You would think that having 5 children would make me a well seasoned toddler parent. But alas, I have never had 2 toddlers at the same time. Boy is it hard chasing them in 2 different directions every day. Though, I should be grateful, because if they are not going in 2 separate directions then they are "duking" it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rwe9a_iLaoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yzssTqyb8DQ/s1600-h/DSC03862_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118267772958894722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rwe9a_iLaoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yzssTqyb8DQ/s320/DSC03862_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but I do love them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very much........they are so cute and lovable. I am so grateful to be there "Mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit that I have been suffering from writers block. I can not think of anything to write anymore...... HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH yeah....Princesses birthday party was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-6278731198347765673?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/6278731198347765673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=6278731198347765673&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/6278731198347765673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/6278731198347765673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rwe9bfiLapI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XDGONkrZP8s/s72-c/DSC03866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-932098377661999981</id><published>2007-08-23T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:38:22.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h7Z_HovI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bHReBDQte0g/s1600-h/DSC03664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101982363584799474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h7Z_HovI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bHReBDQte0g/s320/DSC03664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h75_HowI/AAAAAAAAAKU/d7KIaMKW2Rw/s1600-h/DSC03751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101982372174734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h75_HowI/AAAAAAAAAKU/d7KIaMKW2Rw/s320/DSC03751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h8p_HoxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xCT0rh0vCnc/s1600-h/DSC03046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101982385059635986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h8p_HoxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xCT0rh0vCnc/s320/DSC03046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h9Z_HoyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EddmqBSzoZE/s1600-h/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101982397944537890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h9Z_HoyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EddmqBSzoZE/s320/DSC03109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3dwp_HorI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ut1OBrdT5x4/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101977780854694578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3dwp_HorI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ut1OBrdT5x4/s320/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3dxp_HouI/AAAAAAAAAKE/L8VoCWOQi5s/s1600-h/DSC03688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101977798034563810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3dxp_HouI/AAAAAAAAAKE/L8VoCWOQi5s/s320/DSC03688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it! It seems like she was just born yesterday! This last year has been such a delight! It is so special to have a little princess among many princes! Happy Birthday Princess!&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/96434949158673105-932098377661999981?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/932098377661999981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=932098377661999981&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/932098377661999981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/932098377661999981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-baby-is-1.html' title='My baby is 1!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rs3h7Z_HovI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bHReBDQte0g/s72-c/DSC03664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-9149715633849265506</id><published>2007-08-03T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:30:05.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow! I have been soooo busy! I have started "cyber school" with my kids this week. It is very time consuming right now. I don't have as much free time...and alas, blogging is one of the last things on my list of daily activities. I want you all to know, that all though I probably will not be writing as much any more, I am thinking about all of you, and wishing that I could write. This is not a "good-bye" as I am still planning to post, just not as often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Melissa for the "good mail" that I received this week! I absolutely love it! It made my day! Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RrPi4beXmFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vwbek31kO9A/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094665062561847378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RrPi4beXmFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vwbek31kO9A/s320/DSC03699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have so much zucchini! Do any of you have any yummy and/or creative recipes for zucchini? If you do, please don't be shy. Share, share, share!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-9149715633849265506?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/9149715633849265506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=9149715633849265506&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/9149715633849265506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/9149715633849265506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/08/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RrPi4beXmFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vwbek31kO9A/s72-c/DSC03699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-4412267139391453659</id><published>2007-07-28T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:19:58.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son gets good mail too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RquytbeXmEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rtnUTbwlWtE/s1600-h/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092360297211467842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RquytbeXmEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rtnUTbwlWtE/s320/DSC03678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son has a neighborhood friend that he likes to draw pictures for. He likes to deliver the "letters" to his friends door, or put them in the mailbox. His friend will usually return the favor. Well, today his cute little friend delivered an envelope. I handed it to my son who was in the kitchen and went to the living room. I suddenly heard him yell "WOW" and laughing with joy. We ran to see what was so exciting, there he sat with his "good mail"...a tooth brush and a broken crayon. he was soooo happy! It was so cute. We love good mail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-4412267139391453659?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/4412267139391453659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=4412267139391453659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/4412267139391453659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/4412267139391453659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-son-gets-good-mail-too.html' title='My son gets good mail too!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RquytbeXmEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rtnUTbwlWtE/s72-c/DSC03678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-6974389650244059566</id><published>2007-07-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:31:22.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RqthCreXmDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VYGLX3vIdKA/s1600-h/DSC03674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092270502330210354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RqthCreXmDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VYGLX3vIdKA/s320/DSC03674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received Good mail while I was away! I want to thank those of you who sent it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a wonderful package from Sodak Angel. I loved the origami, I made the whale right away! My kitty and kids went straight for the feathers.... I was able to save a few. Love the address labels (its nice to have some with my name instead of DH). the notebook was great ( I love having a little notebook all of the time). I could go on and on...it was a great package..... a very good way to get to know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chellie sent a very cute M&amp;M card with a package of M&amp;amp;M's! How did you know that I LOVE chocolate. Too good to share with anyone.....sorry kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Smiling Infidel sent an adorable card with a magnet....... She inducted me into the very exclusive and elite magnet society. I feel so lucky! My fridge does too. I absolutely love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-6974389650244059566?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/6974389650244059566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=6974389650244059566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/6974389650244059566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/6974389650244059566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-mail.html' title='Good Mail!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RqthCreXmDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VYGLX3vIdKA/s72-c/DSC03674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-3683155035829672695</id><published>2007-07-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:48:06.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rqp2DbeXmAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Xv3Ht7UkR50/s1600-h/DSC03591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092012129982584834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rqp2DbeXmAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Xv3Ht7UkR50/s320/DSC03591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rqp2D7eXmBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/y8IvT3LwlI8/s1600-h/DSC03598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092012138572519442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rqp2D7eXmBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/y8IvT3LwlI8/s320/DSC03598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rqp2FreXmCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Dm3vyZE_vwA/s1600-h/DSC03658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092012168637290530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rqp2FreXmCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Dm3vyZE_vwA/s320/DSC03658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow it is so hard to come back....... We had so much fun on vacation! We had the chance to visit great family members and great places! We went to museums, fun parks, restaurant's, malls and parties! Great fun! I just need to get back into "the swing of things". Boy, is that hard to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-3683155035829672695?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/3683155035829672695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=3683155035829672695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3683155035829672695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3683155035829672695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rqp2DbeXmAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Xv3Ht7UkR50/s72-c/DSC03591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-8249231570913916474</id><published>2007-07-12T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:39:50.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION 2007!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rpbj1SAi4lI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H5AS0MGgioU/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086503333668250194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rpbj1SAi4lI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H5AS0MGgioU/s320/Copy+of+DSC01518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we are heading out to Colorado in a couple of days. We are so excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots to do! I won't be blogging for a couple of weeks! I will be out having fun, and taking lots of pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya all soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-8249231570913916474?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/8249231570913916474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=8249231570913916474&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8249231570913916474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8249231570913916474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacation-2007.html' title='VACATION 2007!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rpbj1SAi4lI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H5AS0MGgioU/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC01518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-8485981196782184617</id><published>2007-07-09T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:34:28.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma's been busy!</title><content type='html'>Wow what a day!&lt;br /&gt;First, I woke VERY early to drop my son off with his Scout leaders, so that they could head up to a week long camp. Boy was he ever excited. I could barely keep him contained. HE was excited, and I was so nervous. Its hard to be away from you child for that long. I hope that he has a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I made gluten free chocolate chip cookies. There was no reason for me to make them, I was just curious as to how they might taste.... they weren't bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK0jvYlrcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RCOV1lHXuns/s1600-h/DSC03570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085325455362731458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK0jvYlrcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RCOV1lHXuns/s320/DSC03570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that I took my very first zucchini of the season and turned in to 2 loaves of Zucchini bread. Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmm. I must admit I believe that was the MOST beautiful Zucchini I had ever laid my eyes. I hope that it tastes as good as it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK0jPYlrbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7lEBg8354t4/s1600-h/DSC03569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085325446772796850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK0jPYlrbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7lEBg8354t4/s320/DSC03569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK6y_YlreI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KAYaiEfqJMc/s1600-h/DSC03574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085332314425503202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK6y_YlreI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KAYaiEfqJMc/s320/DSC03574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, I received a happy post card from Sodak Angel today (thanks! I am glad that you like the Kool Aid), and I want to thank Jean Knee again for the yummy M&amp;M's last week! You Both Rock! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK6yfYlrdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M-qMM-3zDoA/s1600-h/DSC03573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085332305835568594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK6yfYlrdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M-qMM-3zDoA/s320/DSC03573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/96434949158673105-8485981196782184617?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/8485981196782184617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=8485981196782184617&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8485981196782184617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8485981196782184617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/mammas-been-busy.html' title='Mamma&apos;s been busy!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RpK0jvYlrcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RCOV1lHXuns/s72-c/DSC03570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-4065861591505732316</id><published>2007-07-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:03:19.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK this maybe an odd request from someone with 5 kids. You would think that I might be well seasoned and experienced in child rearing. But alas, I am stumped. I have a 2 year old boy with sensory processing disorder. He is a sensory seeker, and he loves to have things done a certain (same) way all of the time. Sameness make him feel safe and secure. He likes to play with his toys in a certain same way too. His brothers are much older than him and pretty much stay out of his way and let him go on with all of his "oddities". However, now my 10 month old baby girl is getting to the point of wanting to interact and play with him. She is very curious about him and wants to be doing everything that he is doing. He does not interact very well with other kids, and does not like to be disturbed when he is in the middle of something. Now that "Princess" wants to play with him, he is extremely bothered. So there is constant fighting, crying and screaming. :( I knew that they would fight, but I never imagined it at these young ages. Neither of them seem to understand and they both cry, cry, cry. I try to tell my 2 year old to touch soft and and share and take turns....... but he really doesn't seem to understand me, nor does my baby......... Any advice would be sooooo appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-4065861591505732316?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/4065861591505732316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=4065861591505732316&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/4065861591505732316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/4065861591505732316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/help.html' title='Help!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-3775450238238305216</id><published>2007-07-05T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:21:23.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Picture Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18KfYlrVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z-rHIQuNPxc/s1600-h/DSC03548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083856074036325714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18KfYlrVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z-rHIQuNPxc/s320/DSC03548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18LPYlrWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nCyGrfrIiaI/s1600-h/DSC03549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083856086921227618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18LPYlrWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nCyGrfrIiaI/s320/DSC03549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18MPYlrYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7tR2E_R6AlE/s1600-h/DSC03550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083856104101096834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18MPYlrYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7tR2E_R6AlE/s320/DSC03550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18MvYlrZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ng3Ik2Dvlmk/s1600-h/DSC03551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083856112691031442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18MvYlrZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ng3Ik2Dvlmk/s320/DSC03551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that day of the week! Look at how much my garden has grown! We have had a few tomatoes and a few sugar peas! We are waiting on a tiny zucchini to get a little bigger. We sure do love our little garden!&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/96434949158673105-3775450238238305216?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/3775450238238305216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=3775450238238305216&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3775450238238305216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3775450238238305216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/garden-picture-day.html' title='Garden Picture Day!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Ro18KfYlrVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z-rHIQuNPxc/s72-c/DSC03548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-2446704036993170074</id><published>2007-07-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:13:29.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RowNVPYlrUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z8_mHdPMDVA/s1600-h/DSC03544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083452737952525634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RowNVPYlrUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z8_mHdPMDVA/s320/DSC03544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you get to see lots of fireworks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep! Thats my hubby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-2446704036993170074?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/2446704036993170074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=2446704036993170074&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2446704036993170074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2446704036993170074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RowNVPYlrUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z8_mHdPMDVA/s72-c/DSC03544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-2276581144892559773</id><published>2007-07-03T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:04:31.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Roqri_YlrSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3zh2jQTyKR0/s1600-h/DSC02503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083063747059494178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Roqri_YlrSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3zh2jQTyKR0/s320/DSC02503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoqrjfYlrTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t1wmb1U0lP0/s1600-h/DSC02495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083063755649428786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoqrjfYlrTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t1wmb1U0lP0/s320/DSC02495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in about a week and a half, my family will be going on vacation! We are traveling by car and it should take us about 10 hours. We are so excited! We will be staying at the "Princess Palace" With "Queen K". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, my boys don't mind going to the princess palace, In fact they love it there! As do I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am trying to prepare for this trip....Finding someone to take care of our house and pets, getting snacks for the ride, etc..... I have 5 kids ranging in ages between 10 months and 12 years. The trip is always fun at the beginning, but once boredom sets in the trip usually turns into a big fight (kids against Parents). Any suggestions on how to entertain the wee ones during or trip would be sooooo appreciated.&lt;/div&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 am very proud to announce that I was able to put a little itty bitty pony tail in my baby girls hair, for the first time today. Hurray!!!!! Party Party!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&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 would also like to take a moment to thank Jean Knee for the delicious Good Mail yesterday. I LOVE CHOCOLATE!&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/96434949158673105-2276581144892559773?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/2276581144892559773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=2276581144892559773&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2276581144892559773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/2276581144892559773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/mom-are-we-there-yet.html' title='Mom, are we there yet?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Roqri_YlrSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3zh2jQTyKR0/s72-c/DSC02503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-5933592791673349227</id><published>2007-07-02T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:17:25.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rok8pvYlrRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tiOUbmgCDng/s1600-h/grease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082660342256217362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rok8pvYlrRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tiOUbmgCDng/s320/grease.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Grease was playing on T.V. and though I have seen that movie a million times, I was quite captivated and watched the movie again. I have to admit that I am am a sucker for cheesy romantic moments in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to admit that I love the end of the movie when Sandy goes "bad" and they are dancing around at the fair! Woohoo!Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the part in "Say Anything" when John Cusack is holding the boom box over his head and playing "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, in "Never Been Kissed" when Poor Drew Barrymore is standing in the baseball field and she thinks that her love (Michael Vartan) isn't coming to kiss her..... she frowns and drops the microphone, and then out of nowhere her love comes running down the bleachers to her arms and they kiss For EVER!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.....enough of my favorites!What some of your favorite cheesy moments? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-5933592791673349227?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/5933592791673349227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=5933592791673349227&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/5933592791673349227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/5933592791673349227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/07/cheesy.html' title='Cheesy!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/Rok8pvYlrRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tiOUbmgCDng/s72-c/grease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-5037634973632108936</id><published>2007-06-29T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:01:09.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't that the truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEFE3B0Rje0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEFE3B0Rje0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this video!     P.S. Pause the music player when you play the video :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-5037634973632108936?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/5037634973632108936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=5037634973632108936&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/5037634973632108936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/5037634973632108936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/aint-that-truth.html' title='Ain&apos;t that the truth?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-7358960211915231480</id><published>2007-06-28T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:29:06.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys are AWSOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoQnzfYlrPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/peJBLGiBIWc/s1600-h/DSC03536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081230045132205298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoQnzfYlrPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/peJBLGiBIWc/s320/DSC03536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoQnzvYlrQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kv8yStEGctc/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081230049427172610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoQnzvYlrQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kv8yStEGctc/s320/DSC03537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I am feeling much Better! Hurray! WE will be going to our BBQ tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exciting news! My boys all graduated from their swim lesson levels! YES!!!!!!! I am so proud! Its on to the next levels. These are my "internet friendly" pictures of them and their certificates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-7358960211915231480?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/7358960211915231480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=7358960211915231480&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/7358960211915231480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/7358960211915231480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-boys-are-awsome.html' title='My boys are AWSOME!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoQnzfYlrPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/peJBLGiBIWc/s72-c/DSC03536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-520813798427061781</id><published>2007-06-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:02:23.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uuuuuggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh.... I am sick today! I caught some icky summer stomach thing. I just want to rest.....but not today. My kids graduate from swim lessons today, my house needs to be cleaned and I am supposed to go to a BBQ tonight (I may not go to the bbq now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms don't have time to be sick, especially in the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-520813798427061781?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/520813798427061781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=520813798427061781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/520813798427061781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/520813798427061781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/uuuuuggggggghhhhhh.html' title='Uuuuuggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-3649710341078156949</id><published>2007-06-27T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:28:44.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are growing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoMq2fYlrMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8y7Qo9xhRHQ/s1600-h/DSC03533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080951920229985474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoMq2fYlrMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8y7Qo9xhRHQ/s320/DSC03533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Look at my garden now! It's growing and I am so very proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-3649710341078156949?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/3649710341078156949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=3649710341078156949&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3649710341078156949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3649710341078156949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-are-growing.html' title='We are growing!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoMq2fYlrMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8y7Qo9xhRHQ/s72-c/DSC03533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-8828653491085186560</id><published>2007-06-25T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:12:47.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoHVk_YlrLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2biLiR9dOFg/s1600-h/ike+pizza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080576686117203122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoHVk_YlrLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2biLiR9dOFg/s320/ike+pizza.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this recipe! My son wrote when he was in the 1st grade. We have had a couple years of good laughs over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-8828653491085186560?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/8828653491085186560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=8828653491085186560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8828653491085186560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8828653491085186560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/pizza-anyone.html' title='Pizza Anyone?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RoHVk_YlrLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2biLiR9dOFg/s72-c/ike+pizza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-5618042789457195331</id><published>2007-06-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:20:58.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmm......</title><content type='html'>I want to post........ I really do, but my mind has hit a wall. I can not figure out what to write about. Sometimes I wonder if I am getting old to early. I ache, I am tired, I forget everything, and alas, I am getting grey hair (Waaaahhhh)........ and now my mind has drawn a blank, and I can not think of anything to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No special thoughts, no funny story, I can not think of anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, actually I do have a funny story. Its from my past. I hope you enjoy! .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............My Cousin and I were regulars at the good old church dances. Since it was always a possibility that we might meet our future husbands, it was very important to make a good first impression. On the down side to this, my father drove the biggest, UGLIEST, most dreadfully large, bright yellow, ford station wagon, aka “the yellow submarine”.  Oh, scary were the nights when it was his turn to drive. On one particular occasion, my cousin and I requested that he drop us off a block away from the church, and we would be more than happy to walk the rest of the way. Well, my father and his sadistic mind would not have such a thing. In fact, he enjoyed that we had asked this of him. And the rest of the trip left his mind scheming. We knew that we were in for “it” as his dreamy yellow ship docked right at the front door. He rolled down the window, stuck his head out and yelled, as loud as he could, “HEY BOYS, THE GIRLS ARE HERE”. In only the purest embarrassment, we covered our heads and ran straight for the Woman’s bathroom. After 15 minutes of hiding, we came out for an enjoyable night at the youth dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-5618042789457195331?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/5618042789457195331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=5618042789457195331&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/5618042789457195331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/5618042789457195331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmm......'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-8080100319138635227</id><published>2007-06-20T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:30:17.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Fruit of the season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnnwwaOPAXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0-YMbDbI-hY/s1600-h/DSC03503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078354769300357490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnnwwaOPAXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0-YMbDbI-hY/s320/DSC03503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We picked our first Tomato a few days ago! We were all so excited! Everybody wanted it....so, we cut it up into 6 pieces.....that way, we could all have a piece &lt;strong&gt;Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;It was the BEST! There is nothing like a tomato picked right out of the Garden! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-8080100319138635227?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/8080100319138635227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=8080100319138635227&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8080100319138635227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/8080100319138635227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-fruit-of-season.html' title='First Fruit of the season!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnnwwaOPAXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0-YMbDbI-hY/s72-c/DSC03503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-7686778905800186315</id><published>2007-06-16T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:00:57.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnQVNqOPAUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TegHcBickc8/s1600-h/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076706004369867074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnQVNqOPAUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TegHcBickc8/s320/DSC01706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank you for raising me to be the women that I am today. Maybe I grew up a little different than everyone else. I am grateful for that! Those things made me who I am today. You gave me the ability to cherish people and their differences. You taught me to prefer a little controversy, and not to do things just because "everyone else does". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved our Sunday hikes in the mountains when we were kids, those gave me a wonderful appreciating for nature and the beauty that God gave us to enjoy. You were the strongest man I knew..... always willing to scare the monsters, ghosts, and "Peeping Tom's" (Yes, we had real "Peeping Toms") away from my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe at one time, I disliked the things that you would do to embarrass me when I was a teenager. Now, those make the best stories to tell my friends..... I love and cherish those memories(I hope that my kids can cherish that too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to know that I had a wonderful child hood, full of diversity, great memories and stories. I wouldn't have it any other way. I am grateful to our Heavenly Father for giving me such a smart, strong and loving Dad. &lt;strong&gt;I love you Dad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my father in law&lt;/strong&gt;: I am grateful to you for raising my thoughtful and caring husband. He loves you so much. He looks up to you in every way, and strives to be as good of a father to these kids, as you were, and are to him. You have helped us in so many ways, I am so grateful to you for everything that you do for your family. You are very thoughtful, and understanding. I feel so lucky to have married into such a close and special family. I am eternally grateful to you for my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my husband&lt;/strong&gt;: Words can not explain it. What an amazing person. I was a single mother of 3 children when I met and married him. He jumped right into fatherhood. He loves those 3 boys so much, and considers them his own. He has blessed me with me with 2 more beautiful children. I want to thank him for being open minded and willing to look at things from my point of view. He works so hard for our family, and though he complains about work, he &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;complains that he has to work. He loves providing for our family. I am thankful that it is him whose hand I will be holding tight for eternity. I want to thank him for his patience and love. I want him to know that I love him very much, and am grateful for the kind and loving man that he is. &lt;strong&gt;I Love you, Jay&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/96434949158673105-7686778905800186315?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/7686778905800186315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=7686778905800186315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/7686778905800186315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/7686778905800186315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day_16.html' title='Happy Fathers day!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnQVNqOPAUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TegHcBickc8/s72-c/DSC01706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-6840715303143277761</id><published>2007-06-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:54:51.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I getting old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnNNcqOPAPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WrpZ2qwqB90/s1600-h/leave+it+to+beaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076486359742349554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnNNcqOPAPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WrpZ2qwqB90/s320/leave+it+to+beaver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my kids shopping in the city today. On the way home, I was flipping through the radio stations, just looking for a good song. When finally my craving was met. "Men at work"--"Down Under".....Woohoo! I was getting down!!!!! Then enter the next song..... "The Doors"---"Light my fire". A good song too, but not the type of song that I was expecting. "That's odd" I thought to myself. Then I noticed......... I was listening to the "oldies" station! Am I getting old? Why is music from my generation playing on that station? I mean, The beetles, The Doors, The Beach Boys, they belong there. But not my 80's music. Geez!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a child my mother would listen to oldies, and I would think to myself "WOW, she is OLD!" . In fact, when my parents would tell me stories about their childhood I would imagine it in Black and white. After all, I only saw black and white photos of them. Everyone looked and dressed just like they came out of "Leave it to Beaver", and that show was in black and white. When I was a teenager "the wonder years" came out, it was then that it finally hit me that my parents might have lived in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I wonder, how do my kids imagine my childhood? My 6 year old doesn't mind telling me how old (or fat) he thinks I am. Heck, he pretty much thinks that MY Dad is Dinosaur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Here I am in my 30's, my parents in their 50's. They seem just over the horizon to me. The people who once seemed sooooooo ancient to me, don't seem very old at all, and before I know it, I will be in my 50's too. Yikes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here's to age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-6840715303143277761?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/6840715303143277761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=6840715303143277761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/6840715303143277761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/6840715303143277761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/am-i-getting-old.html' title='Am I getting old?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnNNcqOPAPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WrpZ2qwqB90/s72-c/leave+it+to+beaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-4616552918335426670</id><published>2007-06-15T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:46:55.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you feeling like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnLdnqOPANI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MF5l8Sr2_rk/s1600-h/DSCN1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076363403418599634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnLdnqOPANI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MF5l8Sr2_rk/s320/DSCN1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have been invited to my "family" blog and cannot get in... please let me know via email, or by leaving a comment here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do all that I can to help you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/96434949158673105-4616552918335426670?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/4616552918335426670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=4616552918335426670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/4616552918335426670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/4616552918335426670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-feeling-like-this.html' title='Are you feeling like this?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnLdnqOPANI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MF5l8Sr2_rk/s72-c/DSCN1549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96434949158673105.post-3033966798705848116</id><published>2007-06-14T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:49:18.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnH4aKOPALI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nh8xh50KHjs/s1600-h/DSC03489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076111383327604914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnH4aKOPALI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nh8xh50KHjs/s320/DSC03489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnH4aaOPAMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4YoLv9nDt_Q/s1600-h/DSC03487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076111387622572226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnH4aaOPAMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4YoLv9nDt_Q/s320/DSC03487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my garden! I am so excited to have one this year! I have 12 tomato plants, 2 pumpkin, 4 zucchini, 2 yellow squash, 6 bell pepper, 1 hot pepper, and 5 mild peppers. 2 eggplant, lots of corn, green beans, and snap peas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;........ I can't wait to eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I need to weed...... it's endless I wish that they would stay out of my garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. any advice on keeping pesky ants and weeds out of my garden would be wonderful! :)&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/96434949158673105-3033966798705848116?l=trying-2-think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/feeds/3033966798705848116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=96434949158673105&amp;postID=3033966798705848116&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3033966798705848116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/96434949158673105/posts/default/3033966798705848116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trying-2-think.blogspot.com/2007/06/garden-time.html' title='Garden time!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813687989231859531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/TJqyZdAKX-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/5EQittCv6PQ/S220/023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JztoQIPM4Wk/RnH4aKOPALI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nh8xh50KHjs/s72-c/DSC03489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
