<?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-22616688</id><updated>2012-01-25T21:41:37.272-06:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='cloth diapers'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Kori'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='homemaking'/><category term='babies'/><category term='curriculum'/><category term='little house'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='books'/><category term='lists'/><category term='boys'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='winter'/><category term='hair'/><category term='midwives'/><category term='grow'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Elena'/><category term='Lilla Rose'/><category term='garage saling'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='family'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='class reunion'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='giveaways'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><category term='american idol'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='politics'/><category term='silliness'/><category term='random'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='101'/><category term='artists'/><category term='fall'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='cakes'/><category term='333'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='church'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='home improvements'/><category term='henna'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='fun'/><category term='love'/><category term='top 10s'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Resa's Pieces</title><subtitle type='html'>Little bits of my life...sweet &amp;amp; kinda crunchy, just like the candy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-778445008472375905</id><published>2012-01-25T15:36:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:19:53.300-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curriculum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Adventures with Homeschool Curriculum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discovering Charlotte in an All-In-One Format   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is our family’s fifth year of homeschooling.  Like every good homeschooler, I have used the same exact company and materials for each year.  NOT!  Ha.  Discovering your homeschool’s philosophy, style and methodology is something that takes time and patience…with a lot of experimenting thrown in for good measure.  I think this is part of what makes homeschooling such a ripe arena for learning about our children and our selves.  My husband and I both have a 100% public school background, so the biggest hurdle we crossed in figuring out our approach was “de-schooling” ourselves.  During this time of discovery, we heavily relied on advice from seasoned homeschoolers…asking, asking and asking…until finally a &lt;a href="http://teagirlworld.blogspot.com"&gt;dear friend&lt;/a&gt; led us to Charlotte Mason and all things fell into place and peace (well, at least for the most part—we do have a two year old little blessing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief outline of our journey through curriculum thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preschool:&lt;/span&gt;  Little Hands to Heaven by Heart of Dakota Publishing (CM based &amp;amp; didn’t know it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kindergarten: &lt;/span&gt; Sonlight and A Beka Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Grade:&lt;/span&gt;  A Beka Book and my own unit studies/lapbooks~(discovered Charlotte Mason &amp;amp; started making changes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Grade &amp;amp; Kindergarten:&lt;/span&gt;  Ancient Greece by Simply Charlotte Mason &amp;amp; my own hodge-podge of CM style subjects gathered from online sources, Horizon Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third &amp;amp; First Grade:&lt;/span&gt; Adventures in My Father’s World, Teaching Textbooks Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in a happy place using &lt;a href="http://www.mfwbooks.com/"&gt;My Father’s World&lt;/a&gt; (MFW) curriculum.  They have done a fabulous job of combining three different homeschooling methods—Charlotte Mason, Unit Studies and Classical—in a multi-age format that is easy for mom and fun for the whole family.  The following is a quote from the MFW catalog about the Charlotte Mason Influence on their products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The following key principles and ideas are integrated into our curriculum:&lt;br /&gt;• Structured mornings that feature short, effective lessons with unstructured afternoons left for other activities&lt;br /&gt;• Study other countries and cultures early to avoid an "arrogant" habit of mind (Year One of the family cycle—Exploring Countries and Cultures)&lt;br /&gt;• Study history in chronological order and compare across countries in any given time period&lt;br /&gt;• Read great literature aloud at grade level and above with featured living books and more&lt;br /&gt;• "Century Books"—create timelines and history notebooks&lt;br /&gt;• Weekly nature walks, including notebooking&lt;br /&gt;• Children are given direct contact with the Bible at an early age”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekly lesson plans are set up with a four-day schedule, leaving an extra weekday for the co-ops and enrichment in which many families participate.  Otherwise, that day is open for a lovely nature walk or field trip—perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also chosen to use MFW’s suggestions for Language Arts and Spelling for their CM focus.  We do a different math than suggested, but it does not interfere with the schedule.  On a daily basis we complete several subjects in about 2-3 hours, sometimes less:  Bible, Spelling, piano practice, History, English, Book Basket, Math, Copywork, Read Aloud, Science (2x wk), and Music (2x week).  The guide also includes Art and Foreign Language if you so choose. We attend an enrichment program on Tuesdays and we are planning on joining &lt;a href="http://www.principlebasedlearning.com/"&gt;Principle Based Learning&lt;/a&gt;’s Spring 2012 Session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, My Father’s World has been an answer to prayer.  I do not have to do much to prepare for our week—a couple items to pick up at the grocery store and a weekly trip to the library—and the children are learning and loving it!  So for now, my search and scramble in the world of homeschool curriculum is, well, no longer a search and scramble.  With MFW’s plans in place, I have room in my brain to play around with ideas found online or gleaned from other families and to me, that is peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think My Father’s World might work for your family, please explore their website and request a catalog at &lt;a href="http://www.mfwbooks.com/"&gt;www.mfwbooks.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-778445008472375905?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/778445008472375905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=778445008472375905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/778445008472375905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/778445008472375905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/adventures-with-homeschool-curriculum.html' title='Adventures with Homeschool Curriculum'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8271006531979052474</id><published>2012-01-14T19:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:38:24.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilla Rose'/><title type='text'>French Twist with Side Braid</title><content type='html'>Ooooh, aren't you lucky!  I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a techie blogger that you get to see today's hairstyle via not-quite-in-focus pictures from my phone.  Wheee! (Can you imagine how jealous I am of the gals who really know how to do this the right way?  Thanks for putting up with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of messy buns lately with the bangs Frenched on one side, and since I prefer a twist to a bun, I thought I'd give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Y3ggAkcU5Q4/TxIjFBL-vdI/AAAAAAAACQM/zf-goql4LtI/s144/2012-01-14%25252007.09.40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 239px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Y3ggAkcU5Q4/TxIjFBL-vdI/AAAAAAAACQM/zf-goql4LtI/s144/2012-01-14%25252007.09.40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, part your front on the side and begin to French braid at an angle to the back, but only pick up hair with the bottom strand.  (Typically you pick up hair with each crossover...for this you just cross the strand closest to the top of your head without picking up additional hair.)  Stop braiding when you get about above your ear or so.  Secure with a clear elastic.  Loosen the braid by tugging on the strands from the top to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8tCowmPjIK8/TxIi2xcAEaI/AAAAAAAACQI/bd2QqBMHIxI/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.07.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 267px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8tCowmPjIK8/TxIi2xcAEaI/AAAAAAAACQI/bd2QqBMHIxI/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.07.39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now gather all your hair (including the tail of your braid) into a low pony and begin to twist upwards close along your head. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW, those waves in my straight hair are left over from &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/twisty-bun-tutorial.html"&gt;yesterday's Twisty Bun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8IWQPIEq3es/TxIiqAJJvUI/AAAAAAAACQE/74lGq27lLRI/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.08.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 237px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8IWQPIEq3es/TxIiqAJJvUI/AAAAAAAACQE/74lGq27lLRI/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.08.10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that tail and fold it in half then roll it into the "pocket" you have formed by twisting the pony up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-klVmIMwqxKI/TxIiddjIOeI/AAAAAAAACQA/XODMA4M1r5Y/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.09.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 226px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-klVmIMwqxKI/TxIiddjIOeI/AAAAAAAACQA/XODMA4M1r5Y/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.09.02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a flexi clip (you have one, right?  If not, you need one...go to my &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;Lilla Rose website&lt;/a&gt; over there---&amp;gt;in the sidebar) insert the pin along the scalp at the top of the twist and hold the hair like so (see my pointer finger grasping the twist?).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; use bobbies to hold this twist, but depending on the texture of your hair, it could take 2 or 20 (for me, about 10 and they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; fall out!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3izsk_3MQns/TxIiUxOFk4I/AAAAAAAACP8/ot5z_8zyz1g/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.10.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3izsk_3MQns/TxIiUxOFk4I/AAAAAAAACP8/ot5z_8zyz1g/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.10.54.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bend the beaded loop of the flexi over the twist and secure the pin through the other side, locking it in place: click, click, click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IZdakZjXwN0/TxIiJ_qUDsI/AAAAAAAACP4/XRuMUiJnXxY/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.12.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 230px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IZdakZjXwN0/TxIiJ_qUDsI/AAAAAAAACP4/XRuMUiJnXxY/s144/2012-01-14%25252017.12.00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!  Watch this video to see this in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FxuGpnAXX6c" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the side view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Foo0DnpUvc4/TxIjR0is5oI/AAAAAAAACQQ/3DZ0CBnCMWc/s144/2012-01-14%25252007.10.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 243px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Foo0DnpUvc4/TxIjR0is5oI/AAAAAAAACQQ/3DZ0CBnCMWc/s144/2012-01-14%25252007.10.09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand the not-quite-enough-sleep-but-I'm-up-doing-my-hair front view, hmmmmm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ciR1Y78stg4/TxIjfyJ6YFI/AAAAAAAACQU/ZqorMNrauA0/s144/2012-01-14%25252007.27.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 232px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ciR1Y78stg4/TxIjfyJ6YFI/AAAAAAAACQU/ZqorMNrauA0/s144/2012-01-14%25252007.27.11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking this out!  I hope you can have as much fun as I do playing with some new do's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8271006531979052474?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8271006531979052474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8271006531979052474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8271006531979052474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8271006531979052474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/french-twist-with-side-braid.html' title='French Twist with Side Braid'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Y3ggAkcU5Q4/TxIjFBL-vdI/AAAAAAAACQM/zf-goql4LtI/s72-c/2012-01-14%25252007.09.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4623331607050891391</id><published>2012-01-13T08:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:46:33.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilla Rose'/><title type='text'>Twisty Bun Tutorial</title><content type='html'>This is one of my very favoritest ways to wear my long hair, but it works for any length long enough to have a 2-3" long tail out of a ponytail. I call this Twisty Bun "The Anne with an 'e' " (for all you kindred spirits out there) because the friend who showed me how to do it was shown by a gal named Anne.  I'm sure it has a specific name somewhere?  It's a kind of twisty, messy bun and is super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dsxT_uYF8VI/TxBMB0zuTOI/AAAAAAAACOs/AHWLlvOKIgc/s1600/A%2Bangle%2Bview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dsxT_uYF8VI/TxBMB0zuTOI/AAAAAAAACOs/AHWLlvOKIgc/s400/A%2Bangle%2Bview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697137122862845154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with your hair half dry...leave the length partially damp and add some gel. (Those are my daughter's arms...I'm not really a contortionist with tiny hands.)  One of the reasons I love this style is because it takes sooo long to completely dry my hair.  This way only takes five minutes with the dryer (still ugh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcHTM71jomw/TxBMBo6mtXI/AAAAAAAACOk/E4LJKSH6JYk/s1600/A%2Bhalf%2Bdry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcHTM71jomw/TxBMBo6mtXI/AAAAAAAACOk/E4LJKSH6JYk/s400/A%2Bhalf%2Bdry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697137119670482290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, gather your hair into a pony and secure it tightly, but not too tight.  You need to be able to lift one band of the elastic to secure the twists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section your ponytail, starting at the top right.  I always think of it as a clock and you are going to alternate making twists both clockwise and counterclockwise around the pony.  Twist that section of hair (you may have to fold it in half first if your hair is long like mine) then bring the end up to the elastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift up one band of the elastic and wrap the twisted section around the outside of it, tucking either the end (shorter hair) or the loop (longer hair) through half way, then let go.  The elastic should be holding that twist securely.  Repeat on the left side, then continue alternating and sectioning around the pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw9MgndTUgc/TxBMBQUBAYI/AAAAAAAACOU/xJe8K3Sq4mE/s1600/A%2Btwisting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw9MgndTUgc/TxBMBQUBAYI/AAAAAAAACOU/xJe8K3Sq4mE/s400/A%2Btwisting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697137113066176898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is with about 6 twists done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzIgF5GIwNM/TxBLxvJ66vI/AAAAAAAACOI/HixH-meNM0g/s1600/A%2Bsix%2Bsections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzIgF5GIwNM/TxBLxvJ66vI/AAAAAAAACOI/HixH-meNM0g/s400/A%2Bsix%2Bsections.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697136846467427058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wah-lah!  Your finished Anne twisty bun.  You can pull out some of the ends to make it more messy if you like.  But wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6YDjraq0IM/TxBLxRLlqtI/AAAAAAAACN8/R709XQ8Zduk/s1600/A%2Bdone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6YDjraq0IM/TxBLxRLlqtI/AAAAAAAACN8/R709XQ8Zduk/s400/A%2Bdone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697136838421359314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so much prettier with an ornament!  I've tried different hair toys, but my Princess Tiara Freestyle &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;flexi clip&lt;/a&gt; always wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Br-lpXt9Ktw/TxBLxK-5NII/AAAAAAAACNw/_NqZGfX-bkY/s1600/A%2Bflexi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Br-lpXt9Ktw/TxBLxK-5NII/AAAAAAAACNw/_NqZGfX-bkY/s400/A%2Bflexi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697136836757501058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide the pin of your flexi through the pony elastic to secure it well and to give the illusion that the clip is holding the bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MttrqG14zS4/TxBLwyCFYvI/AAAAAAAACNo/B6goZa83HXo/s1600/A%2Bside%2Bview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MttrqG14zS4/TxBLwyCFYvI/AAAAAAAACNo/B6goZa83HXo/s400/A%2Bside%2Bview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697136830059995890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done and ready to face my day!  Now I need a cup of tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMt4eMWvdiU/TxBLwhUuUsI/AAAAAAAACNY/xnU0LmDnPlA/s1600/A%2Bfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMt4eMWvdiU/TxBLwhUuUsI/AAAAAAAACNY/xnU0LmDnPlA/s400/A%2Bfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697136825574773442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and the bonus...the twists will curl your hair as they dry so tonight I'll have some awesome waves if I want to take it down and fix it differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4623331607050891391?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4623331607050891391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4623331607050891391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4623331607050891391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4623331607050891391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/twisty-bun-tutorial.html' title='Twisty Bun Tutorial'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dsxT_uYF8VI/TxBMB0zuTOI/AAAAAAAACOs/AHWLlvOKIgc/s72-c/A%2Bangle%2Bview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2214379732911506761</id><published>2012-01-12T14:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:01:55.824-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilla Rose'/><title type='text'>More Fun Hair-Dos</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not a "junkie" yet, but &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; has piqued my interest in more fun hair styles! I've tried several and posted them on my Lilla Rose facebook page, but thought I would put a few up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's do, and actually not even from Pinterest!  I've done this before but it's holding the best ever today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxP-JCXzyhA/Tw9GwSN2AXI/AAAAAAAACNM/dwFzzrb15e0/s1600/Gibson%2BTuck%2Bw%253Atwist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxP-JCXzyhA/Tw9GwSN2AXI/AAAAAAAACNM/dwFzzrb15e0/s400/Gibson%2BTuck%2Bw%253Atwist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696849848984535410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called the Gibson Tuck.  You start with a low topsy-tail, then if you have shorter hair you tuck the tail up into the pocket formed when you flipped the pony.  Mine is too long to do that...the tail falls/pokes out through the rolled sides.  So I twisty braided the tail and rolled it into a kind of bun and secured it with a &lt;a href="http://lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;flexi clip&lt;/a&gt; (you do own one of these now, don't you?).  Fabulous.  Didn't even need a single bobby pin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this one on The Small Things Blog.  It's her &lt;a href="http://www.latest-hairstyles.com/blog/knotty-and-nice-holiday-hairstyle-how-tos.html"&gt;Notty or Nice Holiday Hairstyle&lt;/a&gt;.  I really like it and will wear it again soon...this was just a late-night trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EOLaW3wt4/Tw9GqIOUM5I/AAAAAAAACMw/_1H4R5As-so/s1600/Knotted%2BCascade%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EOLaW3wt4/Tw9GqIOUM5I/AAAAAAAACMw/_1H4R5As-so/s200/Knotted%2BCascade%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696849743222944658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fquMOhYkxU/Tw9GqIcvVJI/AAAAAAAACMo/wrWa6qkOxlA/s1600/Knotted%2BCascade%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fquMOhYkxU/Tw9GqIcvVJI/AAAAAAAACMo/wrWa6qkOxlA/s200/Knotted%2BCascade%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696849743283442834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6cra5e7sX_M/Tw9GqdOla3I/AAAAAAAACM8/PSHavHP_8Ls/s1600/Knotted%2BCascade%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6cra5e7sX_M/Tw9GqdOla3I/AAAAAAAACM8/PSHavHP_8Ls/s200/Knotted%2BCascade%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696849748861217650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;a href="http://thebeautydepartment.com/2011/12/prim-proper/#more-4969"&gt;the braided bun&lt;/a&gt; from The Beauty Department:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yb5EduaOxts/Tw9GYmmxpcI/AAAAAAAACMQ/rzpjxjPRvcs/s1600/Braided%2BBun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yb5EduaOxts/Tw9GYmmxpcI/AAAAAAAACMQ/rzpjxjPRvcs/s320/Braided%2BBun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696849442140956098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-guuQV_WPX_o/Tw9GYzj209I/AAAAAAAACMY/atC7IUAyeI0/s1600/Braided%2BBun%2Bw%253AFlexi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-guuQV_WPX_o/Tw9GYzj209I/AAAAAAAACMY/atC7IUAyeI0/s320/Braided%2BBun%2Bw%253AFlexi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696849445618373586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric really likes this.  I wore it for one of our family Christmas get-togethers and found it to be surprisingly comfy.  I counted at least 24 bobby pins to hold up the five braids all day, but it held nice &amp;amp; solid and flat to my head so I could lean back in the car on the drive down.  I thought the flexi added some bling but didn't end up leaving it in...maybe a little TOO much in the fancy department LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2214379732911506761?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2214379732911506761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2214379732911506761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2214379732911506761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2214379732911506761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-fun-hair-dos.html' title='More Fun Hair-Dos'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxP-JCXzyhA/Tw9GwSN2AXI/AAAAAAAACNM/dwFzzrb15e0/s72-c/Gibson%2BTuck%2Bw%253Atwist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8917884419548427875</id><published>2012-01-03T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:33:16.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naught so Resolute Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiP4t2Jt6-Q/TwPIZEg3g0I/AAAAAAAACME/m6sqcblXDYs/s1600/happy%2Bnew%2Byear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiP4t2Jt6-Q/TwPIZEg3g0I/AAAAAAAACME/m6sqcblXDYs/s320/happy%2Bnew%2Byear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693614686960321346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year starts with the similar run down, right?  Eat better, work out, read this, don't do that...etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give life a little twist this time around and take things on the lighter side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2012 List of Stuff I Might Decide To Do More Often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Watch more TV.  Esp. BBC.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Indulge in more chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;3.  And cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Don't worry about the dirty kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Let the kids fight it out.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Enforce naptimes.  For myself.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Give away more money.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Start school whenever we've all ate breakfast.  Even if that's 10.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Keep my nails painted.  Nicely.  But don't pay for a manicure.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Love freely.  Love deeply.  Love much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wondrous 2012 friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8917884419548427875?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8917884419548427875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8917884419548427875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8917884419548427875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8917884419548427875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/naught-so-resolute-resolutions.html' title='Naught so Resolute Resolutions'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiP4t2Jt6-Q/TwPIZEg3g0I/AAAAAAAACME/m6sqcblXDYs/s72-c/happy%2Bnew%2Byear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-199888687675222775</id><published>2011-12-30T13:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:54:09.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Gettin Crafty after Christmas!</title><content type='html'>We stopped by Eric's cousin Kari Dru's  AWESOME store in Emporia,  Kansas, on our way home from Christmas celebrations with my fam.  Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEGBJvwHMc0/Tv4TtAWYj4I/AAAAAAAACLs/kALj0tSb62M/s1600/Studio11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEGBJvwHMc0/Tv4TtAWYj4I/AAAAAAAACLs/kALj0tSb62M/s400/Studio11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692008642951810946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studio11boutique.com/"&gt;Studio 11&lt;/a&gt; is the name, and it's like Etsy in person!  It was like being surrounded by goodies and num-nums that all were calling my name.  Kari and her business partner are both artists in their own right, then also consign other handmade items by local artisans, creating quite the funky boutique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane boy fell in love with the monster dolls...giving me great inspiration to use up some of my fabric stash!  So wah-lah!  Here's the result...one very funky monster for a very happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-j8P5kxOl0/Tv4UWwEdCPI/AAAAAAAACL4/-t3SIB0tkyc/s1600/IMG_0992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-j8P5kxOl0/Tv4UWwEdCPI/AAAAAAAACL4/-t3SIB0tkyc/s400/IMG_0992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692009360136145138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNwZ0S1jFZo/Tv4Ts_eDaDI/AAAAAAAACLQ/7ykoLpDm1RE/s1600/IMG_0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNwZ0S1jFZo/Tv4Ts_eDaDI/AAAAAAAACLQ/7ykoLpDm1RE/s400/IMG_0994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692008642715543602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes the cape the best cuz his monster can "fly like this...ssshhhhooooo!"  Kai also jumped on the bandwagon and is almost finished...just needs to finish stuffing and add the antennae eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsYVCvvcqE0/Tv4Ts6--arI/AAAAAAAACLc/AbzV6qo65iw/s1600/IMG_0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsYVCvvcqE0/Tv4Ts6--arI/AAAAAAAACLc/AbzV6qo65iw/s400/IMG_0997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692008641511451314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food-wise, I didn't get crazy with the &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/gingerbread-excitement.html"&gt;gingerbread&lt;/a&gt; this year.  I only got wild enough to make little Christmas mice candies at Jodi's (from Sandra Lee's Semi-Homemade magazine--no recipe on her site though).  They were, frankly, a pain in the neck.  But they did get easier as I went along...and looked better :)  Plus, they all tasted yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbjH7QKWo_4/Tv4TssA7DfI/AAAAAAAACK8/ei8NU0mc1eE/s1600/IMG_0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbjH7QKWo_4/Tv4TssA7DfI/AAAAAAAACK8/ei8NU0mc1eE/s400/IMG_0983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692008637493087730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-199888687675222775?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/199888687675222775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=199888687675222775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/199888687675222775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/199888687675222775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/gettin-crafty-after-christmas.html' title='Gettin Crafty after Christmas!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEGBJvwHMc0/Tv4TtAWYj4I/AAAAAAAACLs/kALj0tSb62M/s72-c/Studio11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4821114677341310611</id><published>2011-12-17T23:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:27:37.318-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Peacock blue, I love you!</title><content type='html'>As we come up for air after our months of remodeling our kitchen, I find it's good to have a sister who surfs around and finds fun hair things to try!!!  Today was the first Saturday in a looong time with no mile-long checklist to complete.  Well, of course there is still more to do...but nothing pressing like a plywood window and snow in the forecast or anything.  Soon, there will be a whole before/after post...but moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!  Jo posts some totally fab pix of her latest dos along with links to the tutorials on You Tube this morning.  Lucky me, we had a party to attend tonight so seemed like the perfect opp to try one out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt;  Curl that hair, girl.  You need ringlets from tip to tail.  Hot rollers may not be the best mode, but they're quick and what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puSFjXPA64Q/Tu11cI98zVI/AAAAAAAACJE/cOASztP0t24/s1600/2011-12-17%2B18.43.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puSFjXPA64Q/Tu11cI98zVI/AAAAAAAACJE/cOASztP0t24/s400/2011-12-17%2B18.43.12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687331030742912338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; (please note Pitt State shirt...Woot!  Nat'l Champions as of today!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step 2: &lt;/span&gt; Feel like a retro movie star with your drop-dead ringlets.  Or feel like a almost hot momma...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; should have worn a bra today&lt;/span&gt;.  Swoop those bad boys over into a low side pony, leaving just a small section out on the far side.  Twist and twirl sections of the pony up and pin to make a giant swirly bun.  Whaat?!!  That doesn't make sense??  Come on...  Okay, I posted the link to the very excellently done You Tube video below so you can see it happen step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EpaD6YK3YQ/Tu11cT-aEMI/AAAAAAAACJM/1_II65yEPKA/s1600/2011-12-17%2B19.38.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EpaD6YK3YQ/Tu11cT-aEMI/AAAAAAAACJM/1_II65yEPKA/s400/2011-12-17%2B19.38.56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687331033697620162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step 4:  &lt;/span&gt;Adorn with some kind of fabulous hair ornament...for me I chose my Grandma's peacock feathers...from her own real peacocks!  Who knows how old the feathers are...50 yrs???  Regardless, they are fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXRpCUKNlP4/Tu11cyR4pWI/AAAAAAAACJk/Hsg3pmh5CK0/s1600/2011-12-17%2B22.36.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXRpCUKNlP4/Tu11cyR4pWI/AAAAAAAACJk/Hsg3pmh5CK0/s400/2011-12-17%2B22.36.38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687331041832379746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step 6:  &lt;/span&gt;Go to a party with your friends and talk about hair, among other things.  Because it's what girls do.  (Carrie...I cropped most of your, eh, interesting look, out for ya!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7l5JFTPIz1o/Tu11cS3_4cI/AAAAAAAACJc/GhKLiIWtLAE/s1600/2011-12-17%2B20.50.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7l5JFTPIz1o/Tu11cS3_4cI/AAAAAAAACJc/GhKLiIWtLAE/s400/2011-12-17%2B20.50.10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687331033402302914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step 7:&lt;/span&gt;  Come home and try to take pictures of your very cool hairdo by yourself.  Struggle, really, because who can aim, shoot and smile backwards in the mirror??  At least on the first try?  Not I said the fly.  And note the husband just standing idly by.  So helpful.  All he said was "I hope your hair was worth it."  (Being late to the party, that is).  Well, of course, silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPZPsP5-Gso/Tu11c0f8eDI/AAAAAAAACJ0/nwgSxYjd4Q0/s1600/2011-12-17%2B22.41.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPZPsP5-Gso/Tu11c0f8eDI/AAAAAAAACJ0/nwgSxYjd4Q0/s400/2011-12-17%2B22.41.36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687331042428221490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FbDPZNUpus&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;the link&lt;/a&gt; to Lilith Moon's instructional video.  So wonderful and she's cute as can be!  Thanks hair girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4821114677341310611?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4821114677341310611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4821114677341310611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4821114677341310611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4821114677341310611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/peacock-blue-i-love-you.html' title='Peacock blue, I love you!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puSFjXPA64Q/Tu11cI98zVI/AAAAAAAACJE/cOASztP0t24/s72-c/2011-12-17%2B18.43.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3127752930214101938</id><published>2011-09-29T06:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T07:28:51.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><title type='text'>Shiny New Toys</title><content type='html'>Our kitchen facelift is slowly moving along amongst all the rest of life.   When the heating element went out in the oven about 8 weeks ago, we decided to go ahead with appliances before finishing the cabinets/countertops/backsplash.  Yay.  So now I need to decide if I'm going to tell you my embarrassing story about appliance shopping.  Hmmm...well, of course I am...then it makes it less embarrassing and more just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm really excited to change from a nasty old coil stove to a gas range!  I've never cooked on gas before, but that's okay, it's going to be great.  From all the pulling out and cleaning behind over the years, I remembered that although our current stove is electric, we have a gas line there ready to be hooked up.  Enter hours on Garden Web parusing their appliance forum.  Then enter reality and realize I'm not willing to spend $4000 on the stoves they recommend.  So the weekend before soccer gets going I dedicate to shopping the boxes:  Lowes, Home Depot, and Sears.  Sears has the best deals and after much hemming and hawing (and calling all my close friends for their opinions) I make the purchase, have them load it up in the mini and off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric slides out the old range and then I hear the holler:  "RESA!!!  So where's this gas line, Miss "I clean behind the stove so often"?"  Uummm...I stare at the single electric cord and massive amount of crumbs...oohhhhh, yeahhhh....shoot!!!  That gas line?  It was behind the electric DRYER that I had to constantly fish things out from behind in the old laundry room!  Sorry hun.  Then I got to call Sears:  "Um, I'm the lady that's been in three times today and just bought the gas range, um, uh, I need to bring it back because I don't really have a gas line, and, um, uh, will you all please laugh at me now BEFORE I show up?"  Sigh.  So no gas range for Resa.  There could be worse things in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cfDMTulcTM/ToRe6NZVDJI/AAAAAAAACHU/k4O6sz9DVNw/s1600/IMG_0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cfDMTulcTM/ToRe6NZVDJI/AAAAAAAACHU/k4O6sz9DVNw/s400/IMG_0593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657751386005507218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward another month and wah-lah!  I have gone to the mega-box store, Nebraska Furniture Mart, spent 1.5 hours (by myself) and picked out three deliciously new, completely average, midrange appliances.  All by GE, all stainless or stainless look.  They delivered, my honey has installed all but the microwave, and we're back in business! (See cupcakes baking?) --by the way, PAY someone to install your dishwasher...it was a pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-0e68QFS4A/ToRe5v5RAJI/AAAAAAAACHM/moeJuch2NhM/s1600/IMG_0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-0e68QFS4A/ToRe5v5RAJI/AAAAAAAACHM/moeJuch2NhM/s400/IMG_0595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657751378086396050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countertop guy has been here to measure, the cabinet dude is working on designing a couple new storage areas, I've picked out the backsplash/sink/faucet/cabinet hardware and we're to call the window guy next week.  So here's to some nice fall weather while we rip out the sliding glass door and rebuild the wall...and I get to work painting the cabinets!  Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3127752930214101938?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3127752930214101938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3127752930214101938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3127752930214101938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3127752930214101938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/09/shiny-new-toys.html' title='Shiny New Toys'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cfDMTulcTM/ToRe6NZVDJI/AAAAAAAACHU/k4O6sz9DVNw/s72-c/IMG_0593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-9179444427683705175</id><published>2011-09-14T08:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:11:16.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RF4h80v71Xg/TnCn3YonLDI/AAAAAAAACHE/MteoKPtj4LI/s1600/google%2Beyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RF4h80v71Xg/TnCn3YonLDI/AAAAAAAACHE/MteoKPtj4LI/s400/google%2Beyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652202102297406514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-9179444427683705175?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9179444427683705175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=9179444427683705175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/9179444427683705175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/9179444427683705175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RF4h80v71Xg/TnCn3YonLDI/AAAAAAAACHE/MteoKPtj4LI/s72-c/google%2Beyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5566514296103472066</id><published>2011-09-11T20:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:59:08.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Postcards from Italy</title><content type='html'>Even snapshot takers like myself could become postcard photographers in coastal Italy. Here's the synopsis of our vacation in pictures...I whittled down 350 photos to just 19 (plus the few I already posted and the FOOD pictures I'll put up later!) to save you from beauty overload! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHo0hZMKGJI/Tm1jN-8wsoI/AAAAAAAACGU/PM5lZc4hLC0/s1600/IMG_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHo0hZMKGJI/Tm1jN-8wsoI/AAAAAAAACGU/PM5lZc4hLC0/s400/IMG_0417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282199307137666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hilltop view of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sestri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Levante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNyoZcicfEQ/Tm1jaj7iI3I/AAAAAAAACG0/hfQ-pkHv2AQ/s1600/IMG_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNyoZcicfEQ/Tm1jaj7iI3I/AAAAAAAACG0/hfQ-pkHv2AQ/s400/IMG_0507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282415392531314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Market in Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwddzyWRTEE/Tm1jaPQ3a6I/AAAAAAAACGs/agG6KVB21Io/s1600/IMG_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwddzyWRTEE/Tm1jaPQ3a6I/AAAAAAAACGs/agG6KVB21Io/s400/IMG_0485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282409844861858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dan &amp;amp; Eric helping out the Leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zMUUznRxmQ/Tm1jZmkYr0I/AAAAAAAACGk/qFetPgugg3U/s1600/IMG_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zMUUznRxmQ/Tm1jZmkYr0I/AAAAAAAACGk/qFetPgugg3U/s400/IMG_0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282398920879938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunset over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Favole&lt;/span&gt; (Bay of Fairy Tales)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6K19Lw7GL1U/Tm1jZVp3RSI/AAAAAAAACGc/Rb9-IDQuDBY/s1600/IMG_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6K19Lw7GL1U/Tm1jZVp3RSI/AAAAAAAACGc/Rb9-IDQuDBY/s400/IMG_0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282394380453154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbULRSd7yZ0/Tm1jbGnrxmI/AAAAAAAACG8/RkNiYxM_FOI/s1600/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbULRSd7yZ0/Tm1jbGnrxmI/AAAAAAAACG8/RkNiYxM_FOI/s400/IMG_0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282424704517730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night view from our hotel, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vis&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vis&lt;/span&gt; (View of a View, or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ri5hLw8i6ko/Tm1jNphoZ7I/AAAAAAAACGM/kNyyVGeQ51k/s1600/IMG_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ri5hLw8i6ko/Tm1jNphoZ7I/AAAAAAAACGM/kNyyVGeQ51k/s400/IMG_0411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282193556203442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a hike above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sestri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btoPEwh4HDE/Tm1jNBB1ajI/AAAAAAAACGE/o6iUSCeXVe4/s1600/IMG_0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btoPEwh4HDE/Tm1jNBB1ajI/AAAAAAAACGE/o6iUSCeXVe4/s400/IMG_0400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282182685420082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunset dinner at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vis&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-naNPFpSd37U/Tm1jM3bt4eI/AAAAAAAACF8/DVjVcCjQeP4/s1600/IMG_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-naNPFpSd37U/Tm1jM3bt4eI/AAAAAAAACF8/DVjVcCjQeP4/s400/IMG_0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282180109623778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cemetery in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Monterosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GB5atu1aExE/Tm1jCjeQFVI/AAAAAAAACFk/LMbewTFsR00/s1600/IMG_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GB5atu1aExE/Tm1jCjeQFVI/AAAAAAAACFk/LMbewTFsR00/s400/IMG_0328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282002952852818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; spot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Monterosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gMHxTPXj6Q/Tm1jCdUxtqI/AAAAAAAACFc/krhJXAoyLrE/s1600/IMG_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gMHxTPXj6Q/Tm1jCdUxtqI/AAAAAAAACFc/krhJXAoyLrE/s400/IMG_0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282001302501026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of our daily excursions to Angel's Ice Cream for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gelato&lt;/span&gt; w/the KC gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKmt9hlIvJA/Tm1jCG_H1FI/AAAAAAAACFU/FTBrwxYq9sk/s1600/IMG_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKmt9hlIvJA/Tm1jCG_H1FI/AAAAAAAACFU/FTBrwxYq9sk/s400/IMG_0302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281995306095698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Restaurants along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Corso&lt;/span&gt; Colombo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GqMZnKhHEk/Tm1jBwMgqsI/AAAAAAAACFM/D3WNDDv0Ymg/s1600/IMG_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GqMZnKhHEk/Tm1jBwMgqsI/AAAAAAAACFM/D3WNDDv0Ymg/s400/IMG_0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281989188233922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waves crashing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sestri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Levante&lt;/span&gt; -or- "Happy Toes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBLbVSPglRY/Tm1jC0PMQqI/AAAAAAAACFs/VfO3FRR7t98/s1600/IMG_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBLbVSPglRY/Tm1jC0PMQqI/AAAAAAAACFs/VfO3FRR7t98/s400/IMG_0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282007453090466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Monterosso&lt;/span&gt; with terraced fields &amp;amp; vineyards behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rWcJ0ObV1Yw/Tm1ipbuGvaI/AAAAAAAACE8/hnT9ZdDEU8E/s1600/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rWcJ0ObV1Yw/Tm1ipbuGvaI/AAAAAAAACE8/hnT9ZdDEU8E/s400/IMG_0246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281571375136162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picturesque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Manarola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSMojPTerQw/Tm1ipJeGNpI/AAAAAAAACE0/XGlMsXckVyo/s1600/IMG_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSMojPTerQw/Tm1ipJeGNpI/AAAAAAAACE0/XGlMsXckVyo/s400/IMG_0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281566476154514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dell'Amore&lt;/span&gt; between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Riomaggiore&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Manarola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers clasp locks on the railings as a symbol of their attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19k1RJWhwlQ/Tm1iotSQV6I/AAAAAAAACEs/OSWCOvcrDAA/s1600/IMG_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19k1RJWhwlQ/Tm1iotSQV6I/AAAAAAAACEs/OSWCOvcrDAA/s400/IMG_0222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281558910293922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The restaurant that sheltered us from a downpour along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cinque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Terre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5K6TWsAqSkw/Tm1ioaroLSI/AAAAAAAACEk/HU6XfMZy2as/s1600/IMG_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5K6TWsAqSkw/Tm1ioaroLSI/AAAAAAAACEk/HU6XfMZy2as/s400/IMG_0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281553916439842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi!  I'm Dan!  I'm from America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuRDfUP5ze8/Tm1ipm4Td1I/AAAAAAAACFE/VVD5gCyX9W4/s1600/IMG_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuRDfUP5ze8/Tm1ipm4Td1I/AAAAAAAACFE/VVD5gCyX9W4/s400/IMG_0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281574370703186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plaza in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sestri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Levante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5566514296103472066?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5566514296103472066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5566514296103472066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5566514296103472066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5566514296103472066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/09/postcards-from-italy.html' title='Postcards from Italy'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHo0hZMKGJI/Tm1jN-8wsoI/AAAAAAAACGU/PM5lZc4hLC0/s72-c/IMG_0417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2184009849697305815</id><published>2011-09-05T10:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:07:51.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Living on a Postcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;landed&lt;/span&gt; on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;postcard&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sight&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; taste &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intercontinental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hooked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hiked&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;train&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;traveled&lt;/span&gt; the Cinque Terra, visiting 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;towns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rainstorms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lucious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;views&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;along&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ligurian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coastline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbCMLh_gkGw/TmTxsXtO24I/AAAAAAAACEY/XtubpXRGp3Y/s1600/IMG_0253_1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648905577209715586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbCMLh_gkGw/TmTxsXtO24I/AAAAAAAACEY/XtubpXRGp3Y/s400/IMG_0253_1_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, I've &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;indulged&lt;/span&gt; in a full body &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;massage&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaack&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Modest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;), time by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crashing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waves&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gals&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; gelato &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;'s dessert. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; I'm on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;patio&lt;/span&gt; feeling the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;breezes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bells&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tolling&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFpvCLagFF0/TmTxsF2F19I/AAAAAAAACEQ/fxMQyFvz15o/s1600/IMG_0188_2_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648905572415035346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFpvCLagFF0/TmTxsF2F19I/AAAAAAAACEQ/fxMQyFvz15o/s400/IMG_0188_2_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt; in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4k-FVLRgDFk/TmTxrxGXBDI/AAAAAAAACEI/nedyD0X_f1s/s1600/IMG_0189_1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648905566846125106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4k-FVLRgDFk/TmTxrxGXBDI/AAAAAAAACEI/nedyD0X_f1s/s400/IMG_0189_1_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;travels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TecS18RxWFI/TmTxrn6Ah-I/AAAAAAAACEA/DXyrtCiLEO0/s1600/IMG_0199_3_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648905564378400738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TecS18RxWFI/TmTxrn6Ah-I/AAAAAAAACEA/DXyrtCiLEO0/s400/IMG_0199_3_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rocky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_89" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_91" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gathered&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_92" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_93" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gems&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_94" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_95" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_96" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6a1fBRmpr4/TmTxrn9jrJI/AAAAAAAACD4/gOArQhdRBeM/s1600/IMG_0275_2_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648905564393286802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6a1fBRmpr4/TmTxrn9jrJI/AAAAAAAACD4/gOArQhdRBeM/s400/IMG_0275_2_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_97" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, I've &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_98" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_99" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_100" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; 100 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_101" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_102" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_103" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_104" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a taste...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_105" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_106" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_107" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_108" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_109" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; blog :) so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_110" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_111" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_112" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_113" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_114" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_115" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_116" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ours&lt;/span&gt;!! (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_117" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_118" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_119" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_120" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_121" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_122" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_123" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_124" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_125" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_126" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;'s! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_127" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_128" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_129" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_130" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_131" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adventures&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_132" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_133" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_134" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_135" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keeping&lt;/span&gt; me up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_136" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_137" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; blog, &lt;a href="http://www.jodien.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_138" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_139" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_140" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Matter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_141" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_142" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_143" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_144" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_145" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_146" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_147" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuties&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2184009849697305815?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2184009849697305815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2184009849697305815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2184009849697305815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2184009849697305815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-on-postcard.html' title='Living on a Postcard'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbCMLh_gkGw/TmTxsXtO24I/AAAAAAAACEY/XtubpXRGp3Y/s72-c/IMG_0253_1_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-661444530785778211</id><published>2011-08-31T08:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:07:36.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>My Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkesLs75xpc/Tl5OMH2DIrI/AAAAAAAACDs/1ADduwyUlzY/s1600/Zane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkesLs75xpc/Tl5OMH2DIrI/AAAAAAAACDs/1ADduwyUlzY/s400/Zane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647036952940323506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case any of you have forgotten what it's like to have a two-year-old in the house...here are some samplings of this morning's conversations.  Mind you, this is a very opinionated and slightly bossy two-year-old who speaks quite fluently and with much emphasis on getting his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!  I not a Doggy, I Zane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sing dat, just put my shorts on now! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evidently he doesn't like my singing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go on airplane Mommy?  I go on airplane too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want cereal, not cheerios.  Dose cheerios have milk?  Oh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONE!  Take my tray off!  Take my bib off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Do you want shoes on?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zane:&lt;/span&gt; No, I fine.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, just stay on the porch (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shutting door&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zane:&lt;/span&gt; NOOOOO! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stomping feet &amp;amp; getting upset&lt;/span&gt;) I need shoes on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run way now.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was sitting down to get shoes on...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I funny. He he he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Mommy?  Oh!  I find you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-661444530785778211?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/661444530785778211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=661444530785778211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/661444530785778211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/661444530785778211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-entertainment.html' title='My Entertainment'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkesLs75xpc/Tl5OMH2DIrI/AAAAAAAACDs/1ADduwyUlzY/s72-c/Zane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-264184993683738938</id><published>2011-08-26T15:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:20:37.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNWdFjwzxxU/Tlf-wfYSWRI/AAAAAAAACDk/Jeu3H9ITwiw/s1600/visavis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNWdFjwzxxU/Tlf-wfYSWRI/AAAAAAAACDk/Jeu3H9ITwiw/s400/visavis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645260766942746898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm counting down the days until our trip to Sestri Levante, Italy, and it truly still seems unreal!  Almost too busy with the other "stuff" of life, I needed to give myself a visual of the lovely resort area we will be staying so I clicked on over to the hotel website....ahhhhhh.  Yes, friends, I have high hopes for a lovely week on the Italian Riviera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...it's back to the checklist, though I did get the "purchase skimpy bikini" done.  Besides the whole "actually using my passport" that is probably the most unusual part of getting ready to go!  Arrivederci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-264184993683738938?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/264184993683738938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=264184993683738938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/264184993683738938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/264184993683738938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/08/countdown-to-bliss.html' title='Countdown to Bliss'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNWdFjwzxxU/Tlf-wfYSWRI/AAAAAAAACDk/Jeu3H9ITwiw/s72-c/visavis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2706990171920073425</id><published>2011-08-24T23:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:42:20.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Bathtime @ Our House</title><content type='html'>I think I'll leave this one as a Wordless Wednesday post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4RBkGOwBEo/TlXSXn8UDYI/AAAAAAAACDU/-Lb0rFNW3wY/s1600/IMG_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4RBkGOwBEo/TlXSXn8UDYI/AAAAAAAACDU/-Lb0rFNW3wY/s400/IMG_0148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644649011279564162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTg4hONlGQg/TlXSXThn3mI/AAAAAAAACDM/aF0DE4fw3ss/s1600/IMG_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTg4hONlGQg/TlXSXThn3mI/AAAAAAAACDM/aF0DE4fw3ss/s400/IMG_0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644649005798907490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sR3Q_exTlkI/TlXSWzNfocI/AAAAAAAACDE/Z29bFVmEpZk/s1600/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sR3Q_exTlkI/TlXSWzNfocI/AAAAAAAACDE/Z29bFVmEpZk/s400/IMG_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644648997124547010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2706990171920073425?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2706990171920073425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2706990171920073425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2706990171920073425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2706990171920073425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/08/bathtime-our-house.html' title='Bathtime @ Our House'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4RBkGOwBEo/TlXSXn8UDYI/AAAAAAAACDU/-Lb0rFNW3wY/s72-c/IMG_0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2003580736407166321</id><published>2011-08-22T12:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:20:04.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>My Home-Clean-Home Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro3PCDPnwB4/TlKdFObt88I/AAAAAAAACC8/FB9mss5qFMM/s1600/CleanHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro3PCDPnwB4/TlKdFObt88I/AAAAAAAACC8/FB9mss5qFMM/s320/CleanHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643745996147913666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is it!  What I should be doing (bare minimum) each week to keep this home going.  I'm guessing that those of you who were born organized never have to think this hard about keeping up the house, but for us scatterbrains...well, it's like trying to cram a square through a round hole.  (And there's gotta be a better metaphor but it's all I've got right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning Chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Everyone gets dressed, makes their bed, brushes teeth &amp;amp; puts away their pj's BEFORE coming downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;-Breakfast together (7:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Unload the Dishwasher (possibly the most important daily chore...the whole kitchen falls apart if it doesn't happen!)&lt;br /&gt;-Put away breakfast dishes&lt;br /&gt;-8:00 School starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry Day:  Wash, dry and put away all clothes&lt;br /&gt;Cooking:  Prepare snacks for the week (boil eggs, make granola bars etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Kids: Vacuum their rooms, Fold &amp;amp; put away their laundry, bathroom wipe-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errand Day:  Groceries, appointments etc.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking:  Crock Pot dinner&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning:  Wash Towels &amp;amp; Put away any leftover laundry&lt;br /&gt;Kids:  Fold Towels, Take out Trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen Day:  Baking, clean out fridge, mop, wipe down appliances &amp;amp; backsplash&lt;br /&gt;Kids:  Clean Glass Doors &amp;amp; Mirrors, Strip &amp;amp; make beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Day:  Dust, vacuum, bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;Laundry:  Wash Sheets&lt;br /&gt;Kids:  Dust rooms, Tidy Playroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning Day:  Shopping lists, menus, weekend prep, next week's activities&lt;br /&gt;Kids:  Tidy Entry, Tidy Schoolroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find several hours to embroider all that onto daily tea-towels!  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chores assigned to the kids help out more than I imagined.  They are not hard by any means, and purposely do not take a long time to do...giving them a sense of accomplishment and hopefully teaching them to keep up on work at home to avoid a huge, un-tameable mess!  They get a little bit of a reward for helping...I think I need to come up with something to reward myself if I check everything off my list too!  Hmmmm...well, gotta go switch the laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2003580736407166321?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2003580736407166321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2003580736407166321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2003580736407166321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2003580736407166321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-home-clean-home-plan.html' title='My Home-Clean-Home Plan'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro3PCDPnwB4/TlKdFObt88I/AAAAAAAACC8/FB9mss5qFMM/s72-c/CleanHouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6159650890022506380</id><published>2011-08-19T10:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:49:48.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>The Mommy Schedule</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of back-to-school week, today I'm sharing my personal  "back-to-household order" plan for this year.  Eric says I'm always  looking for the next best thing.  Yup, I'm still in search of the magic  wand that makes homemaking happen with out hard work.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Actually,  I KNOW what it is...a maid &amp;amp; cook...but doesn't Eric already work  hard enough without taking on the three extra jobs it might take to  employ them?)&lt;/span&gt;  So I'm sticking with hard work on my part...and going to tweak methods until I finally find one that works for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've shared before some of my favorite homemaking resources...from &lt;a href="http://flylady.net/"&gt;FlyLady&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://inspiredtoaction.com/"&gt;Inspired to Action&lt;/a&gt; to the books &lt;a href="http://largefamilylogistics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Large Family Logistics&lt;/a&gt; and anything by &lt;a href="http://www.museumofclean.com/aslett/index.html"&gt;Don Aslett&lt;/a&gt;.   My favorite resource is, however, my friends!!  And although I may  never achieve the seemingly effortless efficiency of MJ, I have high  hopes that this time I've found something doable and easy to implement  for the whole family.  Jodi (my sis) started me on this plan by making  one for herself...printed out nicely and just a few basic chores for  herself &amp;amp; the girls per day.  Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our family chore chart &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tweaked from &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofahomeschooler.com/blog/2011/01/chore-chart-cards.html"&gt;Erica's @ Confessions of a Homeschooler&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;...the kiddos earn tickets for each chore they do and get a prize when they have 25 tickets.  I have assigned chores for each day for myself and them and wrote them on the daily cards across the top.  Before, I was just picking some things that sounded good and sticking them in their slots...now that there is a plan, the system is much more efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNTkgOuIFnc/Tk6Pli_u-xI/AAAAAAAACCk/AX0ygjLfl6M/s1600/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNTkgOuIFnc/Tk6Pli_u-xI/AAAAAAAACCk/AX0ygjLfl6M/s400/IMG_0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642605258353867538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take Tuesday for instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv2b--Hn1gk/Tk6PlifzAII/AAAAAAAACCs/8_CjD3OHO3Q/s1600/IMG_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv2b--Hn1gk/Tk6PlifzAII/AAAAAAAACCs/8_CjD3OHO3Q/s400/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642605258219913346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my errand day, so I need to put dinner in the crock pot before we leave in the morning, plus start a load of towels.  Once we're back home, I have to finish putting laundry away from Monday (that's the day I wash all the clothing) and the kids take out the trash and fold the now clean towels.  That doesn't sound too bad, does it?  I think we can do this!  And I might even mop my kitchen every week--fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adding in the essentials like a daily schedule, house rules and a reminder about what obedience is and looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBfqoFgCjpQ/Tk6Pl8FwMbI/AAAAAAAACC0/qW-E_ydgBgY/s1600/IMG_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBfqoFgCjpQ/Tk6Pl8FwMbI/AAAAAAAACC0/qW-E_ydgBgY/s400/IMG_0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642605265089999282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have a happy crew in a semi-tidy and clean home! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Please pay no attention to the pile of stuff on the entry bench in the background :) !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdwFEyWDOOc/Tk6PlGkqCZI/AAAAAAAACCU/nAgA7LaF1n8/s1600/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdwFEyWDOOc/Tk6PlGkqCZI/AAAAAAAACCU/nAgA7LaF1n8/s400/IMG_0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642605250724104594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The boys doing school on Tuesday...Zane likes to wear his goggles while playing...go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next time I'll share exactly what makes up my chores each day.  That is, if I'm done doing them and can sit down to blog.  Naaah, I'll probably write before I do them, it's more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6159650890022506380?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6159650890022506380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6159650890022506380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6159650890022506380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6159650890022506380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/08/mommy-schedule.html' title='The Mommy Schedule'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNTkgOuIFnc/Tk6Pli_u-xI/AAAAAAAACCk/AX0ygjLfl6M/s72-c/IMG_0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-1857216535455390798</id><published>2011-08-16T07:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:35:33.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curriculum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Back to Home-School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Eur6svd-M/TkpdS-OrWCI/AAAAAAAACCE/n9NVduoZRgY/s1600/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Eur6svd-M/TkpdS-OrWCI/AAAAAAAACCE/n9NVduoZRgY/s400/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641424063758555170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  Yesterday was our first day of school for the year.  This is  the first time we've started before Labor Day so it feels a little  strange to me, myself, and I but we're thinking it will work out fine  and dandy.  Obviously the children are...well, what are they??  Goofy?  Silly Rabbits?  Funny Bunnies?  Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qlaVv4_zmX0/TkpdSv7ZqMI/AAAAAAAACB8/IReNWMbBRwU/s1600/IMG_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qlaVv4_zmX0/TkpdSv7ZqMI/AAAAAAAACB8/IReNWMbBRwU/s400/IMG_0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641424059919608002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new schedule has them freaked out--especially the room check before lunch and the starting time of 8 a.m.  I suppose they're the only ones who realize it's just a schedule on paper...and real life doesn't always follow the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohh!  I LOVE new school books and supplies!  Elena is in 3rd Grade and Kai is in 1st.  Here's our line up for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qN3Fr6CoYcY/TkpdSUQOBtI/AAAAAAAACB0/CJhT1zlD3qM/s1600/IMG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qN3Fr6CoYcY/TkpdSUQOBtI/AAAAAAAACB0/CJhT1zlD3qM/s400/IMG_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641424052490733266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bible/History/Science/Literature/Reading:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mfwbooks.com/category/M50/40#Adventures"&gt;Adventures In My Father's World &lt;/a&gt;(American History for 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd graders and their younger siblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spelling:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://spellingpower.com/"&gt;Spelling Power&lt;/a&gt; for Elena (This program starts in 3rd grade and can work all the way through 8th.  I have high hopes.)  Kai will start spelling next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;  Elena-&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Primary-Language-Lessons-Emma-Serl/dp/0965273512"&gt;Primary Language Lessons&lt;/a&gt; (2nd half)  Kai-&lt;a href="http://www.queenhomeschool.com/productpages/Language%20Lessons/Language%20Lessons.html"&gt;Language Lessons for Little Ones&lt;/a&gt;, book 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copywork/Drawing: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.drawyourworld.com/"&gt;Draw Write Now&lt;/a&gt; books 2 &amp;amp; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math:&lt;/span&gt;  Elena-&lt;a href="http://teachingtextbooks.com/v/vspfiles/tt/Math3.htm"&gt;Teaching Textbooks 3&lt;/a&gt;  Kai-&lt;a href="http://www.aophomeschooling.com/product/jmc100/"&gt;Horizons 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electives:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://firstbaptistraytown.com/dha/default.htm"&gt;Discovery Homeschool Academy&lt;/a&gt; (YAY for Tuesdays!!)  They cover music, art, PE, keyboarding, Spanish, science, social studies &amp;amp; tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that all seems so nice and tidy.  If I had time to go on and on I could tell you the process of making all those decisions.  It's a lot of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office is still providing a lovely area for school...we rearranged the walls a bit and still have some tweaking to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijh4aGUonyk/TkpdR2RtmbI/AAAAAAAACBs/umT2wr1EtpI/s1600/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijh4aGUonyk/TkpdR2RtmbI/AAAAAAAACBs/umT2wr1EtpI/s400/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641424044443933106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some more B2S poses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz3vkiQMO0o/TkpdTQS9vmI/AAAAAAAACCM/pW_ztv6rWiQ/s1600/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz3vkiQMO0o/TkpdTQS9vmI/AAAAAAAACCM/pW_ztv6rWiQ/s400/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641424068608376418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaCWJTTxHUU/Tkpc_PVMF7I/AAAAAAAACBc/v1Zh7Bbm-Rw/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaCWJTTxHUU/Tkpc_PVMF7I/AAAAAAAACBc/v1Zh7Bbm-Rw/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641423724751886258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our timeline wrapping around the walls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-fk1j7y9Ls/Tkpc-61CE8I/AAAAAAAACBU/6Xzv7AsFoYc/s1600/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-fk1j7y9Ls/Tkpc-61CE8I/AAAAAAAACBU/6Xzv7AsFoYc/s400/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641423719248303042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xnD2dA3CGiY/Tkpc8IqxO9I/AAAAAAAACBE/Wwe6YaAxRe8/s1600/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xnD2dA3CGiY/Tkpc8IqxO9I/AAAAAAAACBE/Wwe6YaAxRe8/s400/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641423671423744978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my favorite framed print...(my new camera has a fish-eye option...kind of strange, but okay!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGEi9xVkJxY/Tkpc-UmeNXI/AAAAAAAACBM/VLFZr0zzvQQ/s1600/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGEi9xVkJxY/Tkpc-UmeNXI/AAAAAAAACBM/VLFZr0zzvQQ/s400/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641423708986684786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Back to School or Home-School week to you all!  Enjoy the Adventures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-1857216535455390798?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1857216535455390798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=1857216535455390798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1857216535455390798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1857216535455390798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-home-school.html' title='Back to Home-School!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Eur6svd-M/TkpdS-OrWCI/AAAAAAAACCE/n9NVduoZRgY/s72-c/IMG_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8230530936635949592</id><published>2011-07-25T15:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:05:05.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage saling'/><title type='text'>I ♥ Mary Margaret's!</title><content type='html'>Since most of you know my obsession with great deals (aka garage sales), it will come as no surprise that consignment shopping is right up there on my list of fun things to do!  Mary Margaret's Consignment Boutique in Lee's Summit has long been my fav place to find fashionable digs and with the Italy trip fast approaching (less than 6 weeks!!!) I have some shopping to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are today's finds...I went in looking for some dressed up tops with collars and a LBD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0rqgieRrmY/Ti3UQK74m6I/AAAAAAAAB_8/YNqLDZZuliE/s1600/IMG_9743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0rqgieRrmY/Ti3UQK74m6I/AAAAAAAAB_8/YNqLDZZuliE/s400/IMG_9743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633392083188882338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From L to R:  Banana Republic button down tailored cotton/spandex blouse; green Maurices button down cap sleeve top with waist tie (super cute burn-out fabric, see below); sleeveless Express print tank with tie; tailored black capris--no boundaries brand from Wal-barf--who knew?; Express LBD, new with tags, fits like a glove and super chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this fabric sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUz715P7d9k/Ti3UQTpaxEI/AAAAAAAACAE/xJBteZiB4TM/s1600/IMG_9745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUz715P7d9k/Ti3UQTpaxEI/AAAAAAAACAE/xJBteZiB4TM/s400/IMG_9745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633392085527348290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part was the $43.63 price tag...for all of it!!  Whoop!  I also got my first peek at Mary Margaret's home store, just down the strip, where I found this little guy circa the '70s I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_YWbfwLOO8/Ti3UQo66UeI/AAAAAAAACAM/9lZV952QCkk/s1600/IMG_9746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_YWbfwLOO8/Ti3UQo66UeI/AAAAAAAACAM/9lZV952QCkk/s400/IMG_9746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633392091237863906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's decking out our hall bathroom counter, much to the children's delight, and goes with our kinda new shower curtain that has trees, squirrels and owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJx-neo6AbU/Ti3UQ6P2Y8I/AAAAAAAACAU/8FTOp2PpGog/s1600/IMG_9748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJx-neo6AbU/Ti3UQ6P2Y8I/AAAAAAAACAU/8FTOp2PpGog/s400/IMG_9748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633392095889089474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you're in the market for some wardrobe spiffing up...head over to MM's!  They have boutiques in Lee's Summit off Oldham Parkway (near the Chipman shopping area) and in Blue Springs.  I consign my clothes there too...funny how often I run across something I brought in and almost grab it to try on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8230530936635949592?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8230530936635949592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8230530936635949592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8230530936635949592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8230530936635949592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-mary-margarets.html' title='I ♥ Mary Margaret&apos;s!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0rqgieRrmY/Ti3UQK74m6I/AAAAAAAAB_8/YNqLDZZuliE/s72-c/IMG_9743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6545823209892163031</id><published>2011-07-20T13:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:25:23.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>The Marigold Meadow</title><content type='html'>I think when you're over 35 that staying up until 2 a.m. counts as an all-nighter.  What an adventure!  Kathy was here serving as my hair slave from 8 til about 1:15 and we thoroughly enjoyed viewing Persuasion in the midst of our chaotic experiments!  Well, except perhaps for the world's longest prelude to a kiss in cinematic history...just kiss the woman Rupert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, where was I?  Hair.  Okay, this picture is the final result, still auburn (bummer) but certainly lighter than where I began, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFmuvCaE7tU/Ticm7F0MSdI/AAAAAAAAB_0/sy7740kBTNg/s1600/IMG_9732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFmuvCaE7tU/Ticm7F0MSdI/AAAAAAAAB_0/sy7740kBTNg/s320/IMG_9732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631512655665318354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started by bleaching all my hair with the soap cap...twice.  The first time there was little change so on advice of my hair guru friend, we went for a repeat.  Second time...wooo-weee...Kathy kept saying "that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; strawberry blond" in kind of a worried voice as I rinsed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it all went down.  My un-hennaed roots lightened with the bleach really well.  The rest of my head probably lifted 3 levels or so...some strands lighter than others (that's my unprofessional opinion).  The cassia-henna-buxus mix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rAwozOkEMfQ/Ticl36u-7wI/AAAAAAAAB_U/1vTW3YrmcKY/s1600/IMAG0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rAwozOkEMfQ/Ticl36u-7wI/AAAAAAAAB_U/1vTW3YrmcKY/s320/IMAG0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631511501639446274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left a lovely marigold color on all the light roots...not enough henna in it to add the strawberry shade I desired.  The rest of my hair got a nice gloss and condition from that mix, but it didn't alter the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to have glaringly blond roots, I opted to go ahead and mix up another concoction, stronger on the henna this time, and applied to just the really yellow spots at my roots.  I wrapped it all up with plastic, put a wool stocking hat on and went to bed (2 a.m.)!  At 4:45 a.m. I woke up screaming (seriously, must have been some dream) and decided I ought to go shower it out.  I showered in complete darkness, wrapped my wet head in a towel and went back to bed until 7:30 this morning.  After a good blow dry this is what I've got.  (I look kind of angry in the photo, really I'm not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug4wB4iNwTo/Ticl4dt_uqI/AAAAAAAAB_s/oekD9FWD7Yw/s1600/IMG_9738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug4wB4iNwTo/Ticl4dt_uqI/AAAAAAAAB_s/oekD9FWD7Yw/s320/IMG_9738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631511511030545058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to wear pigtails, I might be in trouble, but otherwise I don't think it's going to be terribly noticeable---until it starts to grow out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmiZw7ZQU2g/Ticl4KyzOYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/0yrAl0o-YA0/s1600/IMG_9733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmiZw7ZQU2g/Ticl4KyzOYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/0yrAl0o-YA0/s320/IMG_9733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631511505950423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll tweak my recipe and start doing my roots with a cassia-henna mix to smooth out the transition.  In the meantime...well, it was worth a shot, it did make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; difference, and it was a fun girls' night.   Life really is like a box of chocolates, isn't it Forrest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6545823209892163031?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6545823209892163031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6545823209892163031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6545823209892163031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6545823209892163031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/marigold-meadow.html' title='The Marigold Meadow'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFmuvCaE7tU/Ticm7F0MSdI/AAAAAAAAB_0/sy7740kBTNg/s72-c/IMG_9732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-544929063889387462</id><published>2011-07-19T14:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:10:58.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Riddle for the Day...</title><content type='html'>What kind of fun can you have with extra virgin coconut oil, cheap shampoo, chamomile tea and some ground up plant leaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHO09_s-M3k/TiXj8NpxQMI/AAAAAAAAB_E/P7PVLdG_EV4/s1600/coconut%2Boil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHO09_s-M3k/TiXj8NpxQMI/AAAAAAAAB_E/P7PVLdG_EV4/s320/coconut%2Boil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631157532693184706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why...more of the &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/search/label/henna"&gt;Great Henna Experiment&lt;/a&gt; kind, of course!  Yes, your friendly, neighborhood, crazy hair woman is back at it.  This time I've enlisted my dear friend Kathy to assist as I attempt to lighten my auburn locks and turn them into spun gold with just a touch of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's plan is two-fold:  first we're going to attempt to lighten my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;henna'ed&lt;/span&gt; head several shades with a &lt;a href="http://www.typef.com/article/add-developer-shampoo-lighten-hair/"&gt;bleach cap&lt;/a&gt; (thanks to darling Marilyn's advice).  I'm crossing my fingers that this will work as henna is notorious for being stubborn to remove.  Right now my hair is slathered with coconut oil getting some nice, deep conditioning before I destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step will be to apply my new color concoction...following a recipe I gleaned from the forums over at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.hennaforhair.com"&gt;Henna for Hair&lt;/a&gt;:  lots of cassia dye-released with chamomile tea, and equal parts henna paste and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buxus&lt;/span&gt; mixed with warm water (like a tablespoon each max).   Going to let&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMVYVllvOzs/TiXj7jvHZhI/AAAAAAAAB-8/20-OP_WiG18/s1600/persuasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMVYVllvOzs/TiXj7jvHZhI/AAAAAAAAB-8/20-OP_WiG18/s320/persuasion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631157521441318418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this mud simmer while we enjoy watching the latest Persuasion flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;buxus&lt;/span&gt; and henna before, but cassia is new to me.  It is also a plant dye, but one with golden tones that usually don't show up unless your hair is super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; or all white.  It will hopefully be the perfect carrier for the tad bit of brown and red from the other two dyes.  I feel just a tad ridiculous using all the "natural" dyes when I'm bleaching the crap out of it right before I do it...sigh.  There doesn't seem to be another effective alternative though, so I guess it will have to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course with experiments there are no guarantees about the results, so next time you see me I could look like Lucille Ball, Bozo the Clown OR (perhaps worst case scenario) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sinead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;O'Conner&lt;/span&gt;.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-544929063889387462?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/544929063889387462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=544929063889387462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/544929063889387462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/544929063889387462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/riddle-for-day.html' title='Riddle for the Day...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHO09_s-M3k/TiXj8NpxQMI/AAAAAAAAB_E/P7PVLdG_EV4/s72-c/coconut%2Boil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4595591643645267150</id><published>2011-07-13T16:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:47:01.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><title type='text'>And the Wall Comes Down</title><content type='html'>Progress.  It's a good thing!  Already our main living area  feels much roomier...the 20 or so square feet behind the kitchen/living  room wall has always functioned as, well, not much.  Sometimes a kid's  play area but most of the time empty and unused!  It now has a new lease  on life with traffic running smoothly through it each day.  It's good  to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how Eric spent his week of vacation...please note that all the parts where I say "we" in reference to work done, it really means "he".  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, off comes the drywall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9WYRyJTpkM/Th4LZrnBHVI/AAAAAAAAB-c/vvafx3VoP1Y/s1600/IMAG0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9WYRyJTpkM/Th4LZrnBHVI/AAAAAAAAB-c/vvafx3VoP1Y/s400/IMAG0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628949120090709330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down and realizing the building materials used were, ah, crap.  The wiring was spliced and then wrapped with tape dangling inside the header.  Electrical rerouting probably took the most time as he had to get the wires leading to both the kitchen and living room overhead lights to go flush up into the ceiling and over to the column with the switches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFF7cOZLanc/Th4LaFM7WRI/AAAAAAAAB-s/i7Uuhg-m244/s1600/IMG_9655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFF7cOZLanc/Th4LaFM7WRI/AAAAAAAAB-s/i7Uuhg-m244/s400/IMG_9655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628949126960601362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the wall down, next up was to tackle the floor.  We are going to use the space leading up to the unused back door as our new back entryway when the sliding doors are gone, so we needed to continue the kitchen tile to that door.  That meant removing any existing tile that had been trimmed against the old wall.  Yay for Dremel tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUFDrEOWJdI/Th4LZtg-PmI/AAAAAAAAB-k/5Dd_DUTcXn8/s1600/IMG_9662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUFDrEOWJdI/Th4LZtg-PmI/AAAAAAAAB-k/5Dd_DUTcXn8/s400/IMG_9662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628949120602226274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already we could feel the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83xTxn1UmkQ/Th4LP1T3O9I/AAAAAAAAB-U/DDJxevSY_bQ/s1600/IMG_9670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83xTxn1UmkQ/Th4LP1T3O9I/AAAAAAAAB-U/DDJxevSY_bQ/s400/IMG_9670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628948950896032722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We borrowed Jerry's wet saw (thanks!) and he went to work using lots of math for all the angles.  I knew there was a good reason to marry a math minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lxcZw_zJjk/Th4MQKWPrPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/yiUMWBpKU1c/s1600/tilesaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lxcZw_zJjk/Th4MQKWPrPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/yiUMWBpKU1c/s400/tilesaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628950056054795506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24vtxx39XFI/Th4LPdRTvkI/AAAAAAAAB-E/GnV5CtyGX48/s1600/IMG_9672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24vtxx39XFI/Th4LPdRTvkI/AAAAAAAAB-E/GnV5CtyGX48/s400/IMG_9672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628948944442867266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the grout.  I actually am the go-to grout person around here.  Makes me feel like I've done something other than stand around looking pretty while he does the dirty work!  (I wrote about our adventures when we first put this floor in several years back.  Some of it is &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-ready.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)  It's wet in this pic, dries to match the tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf9kD7cC86Q/Th4LO7gZQ6I/AAAAAAAAB98/wq3k4njaTH0/s1600/IMG_9675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf9kD7cC86Q/Th4LO7gZQ6I/AAAAAAAAB98/wq3k4njaTH0/s400/IMG_9675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628948935379338146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture from this afternoon.  I scootched the table over since the grout has cured, though I still need to seal it.  What a major difference!  The tiny wall space between the doors is almost ready to paint or whatever we're doing.  Matching the living room's faux finish might be tricky so I'm hoping to use the golden yellow...hmmm.  I'm also going to continue painting all our trim the nice creamy white we started with in the office redo.  I'm serious about getting rid of all this golden oak people.  To be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsmB33JlV-Y/Th4LOp9juOI/AAAAAAAAB90/osz4Z07ikwo/s1600/IMG_9713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsmB33JlV-Y/Th4LOp9juOI/AAAAAAAAB90/osz4Z07ikwo/s400/IMG_9713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628948930669820130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4595591643645267150?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4595591643645267150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4595591643645267150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4595591643645267150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4595591643645267150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-wall-comes-down.html' title='And the Wall Comes Down'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9WYRyJTpkM/Th4LZrnBHVI/AAAAAAAAB-c/vvafx3VoP1Y/s72-c/IMAG0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3294095804977726527</id><published>2011-07-11T16:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:56:12.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Branson 2011</title><content type='html'>We've actually gone on more than one vacation this summer, so while I'm on a roll...here are some pix from our Branson adventure over Memorial Day weekend.  It's actually not one of my favorite places to go, HOWEVER, we managed to steer way clear of the cheesy strip of putt-putt courses and corny showplaces for an enjoyable long weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dr6UhJQSCYo/Thttv3FwsuI/AAAAAAAAB9k/lVGcghiMSUs/s1600/IMG_5331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dr6UhJQSCYo/Thttv3FwsuI/AAAAAAAAB9k/lVGcghiMSUs/s400/IMG_5331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628212828338959074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and Step-Mom, Charlotte, traded for a week at a Branson timeshare in order to experience a different place than the Rockies and to have us join them for part of their stay.  The resort was very nice...fishing right on Lake Tanycomo out our back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LaGv06CZO0/ThttpDVb-lI/AAAAAAAAB9c/W71i-BeltOA/s1600/IMG_5325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LaGv06CZO0/ThttpDVb-lI/AAAAAAAAB9c/W71i-BeltOA/s400/IMG_5325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628212711366851154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we caught anything during the hot afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmNS2N3gHwo/Thttwct-YCI/AAAAAAAAB9s/xVaRhaOfNv0/s1600/IMG_5326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmNS2N3gHwo/Thttwct-YCI/AAAAAAAAB9s/xVaRhaOfNv0/s400/IMG_5326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628212838439739426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I saw a HUGE school of fish hanging out just over the bank from our balcony.  I thought just maybe I could catch one from up there and impress everyone with my awesome angler skills.  Kai warned that I shouldn't try as I'd probably get tangled in a tree.  Guess who was right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROrf0PX4tvU/ThttolejeNI/AAAAAAAAB9U/c74gySb3YEg/s1600/IMG_5332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROrf0PX4tvU/ThttolejeNI/AAAAAAAAB9U/c74gySb3YEg/s400/IMG_5332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628212703352027346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between several trips to the indoor pool we spent some time at Branson Landing, which is a very nice outdoor shopping area on the lake.  Unfortunately, because of recent flooding, the fountains and light show was under repair, but it still made for a pretty backdrop for our group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awPRX2nxzTg/ThttnvwrYmI/AAAAAAAAB9M/_r19zJMVf4c/s1600/IMG_5334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awPRX2nxzTg/ThttnvwrYmI/AAAAAAAAB9M/_r19zJMVf4c/s400/IMG_5334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628212688932528738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flooding meant disc golf was out too.  The course looked like a swamp.  But balloon animals are always a hit.  Same with candy stores.  Can't go wrong there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJw6EuCKVZU/ThttnGmNsjI/AAAAAAAAB9E/Swm-KLxtTsk/s1600/IMG_5351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJw6EuCKVZU/ThttnGmNsjI/AAAAAAAAB9E/Swm-KLxtTsk/s400/IMG_5351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628212677882786354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opted to pass on the Mardi Gras masks.  They were entertaining though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbN-QZ809gM/ThttmusE_2I/AAAAAAAAB88/wXGYqMS3m5A/s1600/IMG_5356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbN-QZ809gM/ThttmusE_2I/AAAAAAAAB88/wXGYqMS3m5A/s400/IMG_5356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628212671464931170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if you're not a lake person, a show go-er, or putt-putt player, Branson can be a nice little getaway, especially if you have good company!  Just please don't make me go for a week on the strip...just shoot me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad &amp;amp; Char for more great memories!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3294095804977726527?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3294095804977726527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3294095804977726527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3294095804977726527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3294095804977726527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/branson-2011.html' title='Branson 2011'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dr6UhJQSCYo/Thttv3FwsuI/AAAAAAAAB9k/lVGcghiMSUs/s72-c/IMG_5331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-7138452539215865204</id><published>2011-07-10T12:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T13:23:11.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Great Smoky Mountains</title><content type='html'>Amazing how you don't know what you've got til it's gone, huh?  Eric  &amp;amp; I lived in Knoxville for five years...and after our recent  vacation back to this, our second home, I've realized we didn't spend as  much time in the beautiful outdoors surrounding East Tennessee as we  should have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a delightful Sunday with a visit to our old church family at &lt;a href="http://www.cornerstonechurchofknoxville.com/"&gt;Cornerstone&lt;/a&gt; and an afternoon of swimming with our friends the Trumps, we began our week long trip with a mountain excursion.  We chose &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/grsm/planyourvisit/waterfalls.htm#CP_JUMP_60585"&gt;Laurel Falls&lt;/a&gt; as our hike since the trail is paved and we had the stroller.  It was perfect for our fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkieamp7WoE/Thnm7aenjgI/AAAAAAAAB8s/PFKWrrGgHQw/s1600/IMG_5451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkieamp7WoE/Thnm7aenjgI/AAAAAAAAB8s/PFKWrrGgHQw/s400/IMG_5451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627783117770558978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEDZuJU1Hs4/Thnm6-KDF-I/AAAAAAAAB8k/DVP8jyOYKQo/s1600/IMG_5453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEDZuJU1Hs4/Thnm6-KDF-I/AAAAAAAAB8k/DVP8jyOYKQo/s400/IMG_5453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627783110168090594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a few pit stops on the hike up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhsFM9oUQjc/Thnm2aoTJII/AAAAAAAAB8c/lbbSpb8pTFA/s1600/IMG_5455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhsFM9oUQjc/Thnm2aoTJII/AAAAAAAAB8c/lbbSpb8pTFA/s400/IMG_5455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627783031911818370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hb3KGo0v3cc/ThnmpGOSV4I/AAAAAAAAB8M/D08KEtl0sMI/s1600/IMG_5459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hb3KGo0v3cc/ThnmpGOSV4I/AAAAAAAAB8M/D08KEtl0sMI/s400/IMG_5459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627782803095705474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr23DMu5TwY/Thnm2Cy8LVI/AAAAAAAAB8U/9kLZ74Y63n8/s1600/IMG_5458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr23DMu5TwY/Thnm2Cy8LVI/AAAAAAAAB8U/9kLZ74Y63n8/s400/IMG_5458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627783025513999698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane loved the stuffed black bears at the Sugarland Visitor's Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKy95TD8pos/Thnm7qpkxII/AAAAAAAAB80/rS7HfDrtnvg/s1600/IMG_5449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKy95TD8pos/Thnm7qpkxII/AAAAAAAAB80/rS7HfDrtnvg/s400/IMG_5449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627783122111480962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrYDJWlBotU/Thnmoznd5FI/AAAAAAAAB8E/XKFRAY9qu8g/s1600/IMG_5460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrYDJWlBotU/Thnmoznd5FI/AAAAAAAAB8E/XKFRAY9qu8g/s400/IMG_5460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627782798101046354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBslZrCccPw/Thnmov_zBaI/AAAAAAAAB78/3ZUpKj0MzCU/s1600/IMG_5465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBslZrCccPw/Thnmov_zBaI/AAAAAAAAB78/3ZUpKj0MzCU/s400/IMG_5465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627782797129352610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to Knoxville Kai spotted this huge bee hive hanging from a nearby tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKMpsXGWV0/ThnmoANK6ZI/AAAAAAAAB70/6eLpx8gIbU0/s1600/IMG_5466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKMpsXGWV0/ThnmoANK6ZI/AAAAAAAAB70/6eLpx8gIbU0/s400/IMG_5466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627782784300542354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the view we enjoyed from &lt;a href="http://www.smokies.ws/lookrock/"&gt;Look Rock&lt;/a&gt; at the highest point along the Foothills Parkway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJHwH5ZC2YQ/ThnmnsC33DI/AAAAAAAAB7s/oz3BeujypzE/s1600/IMG_5467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJHwH5ZC2YQ/ThnmnsC33DI/AAAAAAAAB7s/oz3BeujypzE/s400/IMG_5467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627782778888641586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually liked it so much that I posed everyone for a timed picture.  As I ran to grab Zane, who was running away to the parking lot and then down into the forest, I thought 2 seconds too late to holler out "Catch the camera!".  I heard it tumble off the guardrail as it shut down to preserve the battery and smashed into the concrete sidewalk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, the last photo from our vacation.  Not a single shot of our lovely friends and their families.  I suppose that's what memories are for though, and we certainly made a lot of new great ones during the trip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to just pick up like we left yesterday with so many people.  It had been 6 years since I'd been able to tag along on one of Eric's work trips with the children.  So hard to pick a favorite moment (as if you are asking...he he) but I'd have to say the surprise 15 minute chat in the Weigel's parking lot with Michelle Lindsay gets that honor!  What a treat!  Love you ALL and thank you for welcoming us with some fabulous Southern hospitality!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-7138452539215865204?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7138452539215865204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=7138452539215865204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7138452539215865204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7138452539215865204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-smoky-mountains.html' title='The Great Smoky Mountains'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkieamp7WoE/Thnm7aenjgI/AAAAAAAAB8s/PFKWrrGgHQw/s72-c/IMG_5451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3007534924195008432</id><published>2011-07-06T11:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:47:23.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><title type='text'>Kitchen Remodel Time!</title><content type='html'>So  it's been a long time coming, but we've finally started on the kitchen!   Whoo-hoo!  Now, you would think I'd be all over taking some nice  before shots...but that would be before I let our "good" camera tumble  off a guard rail trying to take a timed picture of our family visiting  the Smoky Mountains last week.  Sigh.  It not working no more.   Thankfully, I DO have a couple lesser quality cameras lying around...one  w/o a working flash and the other is just plain questionable, but they  work in a pinch so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with a walking tour of the kitchen.  As you come in from the entryway...this wall divides the living room and dining area. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notes in orange are the future plans!&lt;/span&gt;  This wall is coming out!  We'll leave a small column for the electrical but the rest will be open space.  The window you see through the cut out is actually an unused back door that will become our main back entrance.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cBuqz6-k6fM/ThSIiiP1M1I/AAAAAAAAB7k/Wl-t9YWNwlY/s1600/IMAG0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cBuqz6-k6fM/ThSIiiP1M1I/AAAAAAAAB7k/Wl-t9YWNwlY/s400/IMAG0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626271961382728530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peek in from the living room... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[So that perfect spot for my kids' portraits is disappearing.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka_gP9euAY4/ThSIdGQxxwI/AAAAAAAAB7c/VRDoCEUybxo/s1600/IMAG0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka_gP9euAY4/ThSIdGQxxwI/AAAAAAAAB7c/VRDoCEUybxo/s400/IMAG0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626271867971159810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then looking back through the cut out into the living room.  There is a sliding glass door on the right behind (to the right in this shot) the table. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[And that door is coming out to become a couple of nice large windows with a bar and storage cabinets beneath.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nNLxP5ovSM/ThSIaKZyjVI/AAAAAAAAB68/kbnnfWHxIII/s1600/IMAG0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nNLxP5ovSM/ThSIaKZyjVI/AAAAAAAAB68/kbnnfWHxIII/s400/IMAG0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626271817543093586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you see the work area...lovely appliances circa 1991 along with the coveted golden oak cabinets and those pulls we all love...creamy ceramic with brass...nice!  You may notice double microwaves...I think I've shared before how the built in one has functioned as an oversized timer for quite some time now.  It has a little sticky note the says "I don't work" for visitors' convenience.  :)  Funny how you can't see the bottom of the dishwasher dangling with the packing tape that is no longer holding it flush.  I can see it.  Right now.  Ugh! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[Bye, bye golden oak!  Bye, Bye laminate countertop!  Bye, Bye...well, everything.  The appliances will be stainless-look (to avoid fingerprints and water streaks), counters quartz or granite (still working on a color...brownish?), we're painting the cabinets a rich creamy color with a light amount of brown glaze to highlight the raised panels, rubbed bronze pulls, composite sink, and maybe a greenhouse window.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PWnMbC5lLw/ThSIcd5VsLI/AAAAAAAAB7U/aO4jii7BfcY/s1600/IMG_9666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PWnMbC5lLw/ThSIcd5VsLI/AAAAAAAAB7U/aO4jii7BfcY/s400/IMG_9666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626271857135431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spin around to the other wall you'll see my pantry cabinet, our junk counter (which I was going to clear for the picture, but this is reality people), and the once lovely fridge which I did pick out myself 9.5 years ago. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[Same cosmetic redos here.  I'm trying to decide on the backsplash, but need to figure out the counters first.  Was thinking about accent tiles of the mosaic glass mixed with subway tiles, but keep reading designer blogs and their advice is JUST SAY NO to accents.  Hmmm.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzfWyOSudF8/ThSIb8Cq0YI/AAAAAAAAB7M/FV2KFimYUCo/s1600/IMG_9667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzfWyOSudF8/ThSIb8Cq0YI/AAAAAAAAB7M/FV2KFimYUCo/s400/IMG_9667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626271848047759746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on over to the stove wall is the lovely view of the 1/2 bathroom.  Nothing like a huge, wide, open door beckoning you to come use the commode while you're making dinner!  In a perfect world that door would remain shut...BUT there are little munchkins in this house, so that's a no go so far. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[We're shrinking the door frame (it was large to fit in the washer/dryer...but that's a non-issue since &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/02/happily-laundry-after.html"&gt;the new laundry&lt;/a&gt; is upstairs now) to gain about 9 inches.  We'll use it to add length to this counter and build a lower cabinet with vertical storage for baking pans and a pull out trash/recycling center...see ya nasty trash can!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tH55Uask4yc/ThSIaSnRHTI/AAAAAAAAB7E/7cfZv1k3jMQ/s1600/IMG_9669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tH55Uask4yc/ThSIaSnRHTI/AAAAAAAAB7E/7cfZv1k3jMQ/s400/IMG_9669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626271819747106098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it!  Not very big, but it gets the job done.  Our goal is to open up some space and do a little rearranging and updating to make it function much better.  I think I'll go back to the top and insert in captions of what the plans are...yeah, that will be fun!  So up I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be back soon...Eric has been working hard the last couple days so we already have some progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3007534924195008432?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3007534924195008432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3007534924195008432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3007534924195008432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3007534924195008432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/kitchen-remodel-time.html' title='Kitchen Remodel Time!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cBuqz6-k6fM/ThSIiiP1M1I/AAAAAAAAB7k/Wl-t9YWNwlY/s72-c/IMAG0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6768156204983995174</id><published>2011-06-20T12:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:50:58.319-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilla Rose'/><title type='text'>Flexi Clip Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQsslia2v6I/Tf-F4DONsII/AAAAAAAAB60/JrSV_SaPM8o/s1600/dangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQsslia2v6I/Tf-F4DONsII/AAAAAAAAB60/JrSV_SaPM8o/s320/dangle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620358057965760642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Renita is hosting a flexi clip giveaway for me on her blog, &lt;a href="http://crazyhomedaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/flexi-clip-giveaway.html"&gt;Homedaze&lt;/a&gt;.  Click on over to leave a comment to enter and read her Lilla Rose&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; review.  Gotta hurry...the giveaway ends tomorrow, Tuesday, June 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Eric and I have decided to give &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;Lilla Rose&lt;/a&gt; a go as a business venture...rather than just play with the fabulous clips in Elena &amp;amp; I's hair (whee!).  I'm starting to book festivals &amp;amp; fairs plus home parties in the Kansas City and Wichita area, so let me know if you'd like to be a hostess with the mostest and earn some free hair jewelry while you're at it!  You can &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth/host-a-party.html?id=II28Vdxa"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to learn about the hostess rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6768156204983995174?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6768156204983995174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6768156204983995174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6768156204983995174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6768156204983995174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/06/flexi-clip-giveaway.html' title='Flexi Clip Giveaway!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQsslia2v6I/Tf-F4DONsII/AAAAAAAAB60/JrSV_SaPM8o/s72-c/dangle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6584350062422928077</id><published>2011-06-11T07:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:01:02.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Shock &amp; Awe Stories</title><content type='html'>I suppose a little procrastination never hurt anyone...I'm more inclined to think of it as patience lately.  Like "I have great patience in waiting for the kitchen fairy to come do my pots and pans."  She didn't show.  I've actually procrastinated writing this post for over a year...last year I wanted to do it around the same time to coincide with the anniversary of the first "shock &amp;amp; awe story" of my life but missed it!  Today I thought I'd break my blogging procrastination habit and hit the date...whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....get on already and read my little newspaper clipping from 1994....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neJZ-uVFNVs/TfNklf3iM7I/AAAAAAAAB6k/hfqUKfS5xfA/s1600/Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neJZ-uVFNVs/TfNklf3iM7I/AAAAAAAAB6k/hfqUKfS5xfA/s320/Cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616943755633505202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great "get-to-know-you" story!  In fact, if you know me in real life, you probably have heard me tell it..."It was a black cow on a black-top road on a black summer night..." and now it's been 17 years.  Talk about a traumatic experience.  But I can't help but think there were angels protecting Jodi and I that night.  They used the word "collide" in the newspaper story, but we actually slammed into the side of that cow traveling at 55 mph...with no airbags in my 2 week old new-to-me snazzy little red cavalier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front end was smashed all the way to the windshield and the cow had flown over the top of the car and into the opposite ditch.  There was fur caught all along the top of the driver's side door frame and a perfect dent around the lock which somehow prevented me from getting out...I crawled out the window.  Jodi was bruised by the seat belt and I think hurt her elbow a little.  Just amazing.  Even more amazing was the fact that we were driving 55 on Norwich Road!  Usually I flew down that 3 mile strip at 75 mph+ but it was harvest and we kept passing combines so I was going the speed limit.  It took me a long time to drive confidently at night again on those country roads...actually, I still don't like to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends had posted this story (abbreviated due to my memory) from the Joplin tornado relief (of course I can't find it now):  During the storm a father held his little girl tight as the tornado ripped through wherever they were.  He had a wound on his back from debris but otherwise they were okay.  His little girl looked up and said "but Daddy, didn't you see the butterfly people?".   Thank you Jesus!  Isn't that awesome?!  I think they were with us that night so many years ago too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have more stories, but most are not mine to tell, they belong to my friends...I'll give you the gist of them here to make your skin crawl if nothing else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When next-door neighbor Kim absentmindedly reached under her lawnmower to clear some clogged grass--mangled fingers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Molly was making a nice healthy green smoothie...but when pushing down the spinach the blender sucked down her hand---&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uuhh&lt;/span&gt;, mangled fingers again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maya's miraculous survival of a deadly car accident.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In high school when one classmate knocked another into the gym floor and it knocked out her front teeth...or at least they had to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And, of course, &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/quite-rideand-baby-makes-five.html"&gt;Zane's birth story&lt;/a&gt;...that's the second one for the record book of my life, the first for his.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So if you want a great conversation starter, just think through your life and find a good shock and awe story!  It usually starts a chain reaction and it's pretty amazing how many bizarre happening have occurred to the people you know...and even more phenomenal how God's hand guides even the worst of situations to be good in our lives.  Have fun :) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6584350062422928077?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6584350062422928077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6584350062422928077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6584350062422928077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6584350062422928077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/06/shock-awe-stories.html' title='Shock &amp; Awe Stories'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neJZ-uVFNVs/TfNklf3iM7I/AAAAAAAAB6k/hfqUKfS5xfA/s72-c/Cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4647078859233140617</id><published>2011-05-25T22:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:24:55.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>15 Years is a good start!</title><content type='html'>Eric and I celebrated our 15th  wedding anniversary today.  After enjoying a fab dinner at V's Italian  we're doing the normal thing...he's watching LOST (his soap) and I'm,  well, you know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BKCa_2aW2o/Td3E2lM8KzI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rGjLPm4H0yU/s1600/15%2Byrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BKCa_2aW2o/Td3E2lM8KzI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rGjLPm4H0yU/s400/15%2Byrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610857152751872818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya babe!  Our trip to Italy will certainly be icing on the cake.  Or gelato.  That might be better anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kudos to Seth Jones for the awesome collage!  It's perfect!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xObGlNhhVek/Td3GzGD3zaI/AAAAAAAAB5o/qM-2q-_JK3U/s1600/sestri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xObGlNhhVek/Td3GzGD3zaI/AAAAAAAAB5o/qM-2q-_JK3U/s400/sestri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610859291875986850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed travel plans over dinner...quite exciting!  Yesterday I found out that Lisa (my friend &amp;amp; the wife of the other mad scientist that is traveling) and I will potentially have a four hour layover in Paris...woot! woot!  I think I'll be googling "what you can cram in in a 4 hour layover in Paris".  Do you think there are enough "in's" in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must run...perhaps I'll start writing a bit more now as school wraps up.  Perhaps.  Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BKCa_2aW2o/Td3E2lM8KzI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rGjLPm4H0yU/s1600/15%2Byrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4647078859233140617?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4647078859233140617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4647078859233140617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4647078859233140617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4647078859233140617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/05/15-years-is-good-start.html' title='15 Years is a good start!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BKCa_2aW2o/Td3E2lM8KzI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rGjLPm4H0yU/s72-c/15%2Byrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5565792468276881557</id><published>2011-04-28T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:52:44.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='333'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>A new wardrobe!</title><content type='html'>So here it is...my wardrobe for the next 30 days.   The 33 chosen few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gJDJ0V1XQE/TbmWsLqMqII/AAAAAAAAB44/lcpbep7_NkA/s1600/IMG_5028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gJDJ0V1XQE/TbmWsLqMqII/AAAAAAAAB44/lcpbep7_NkA/s320/IMG_5028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600673297400113282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have tweaked &lt;a href="http://www.theproject333.com/getting-started/"&gt;Project 333&lt;/a&gt; to fit me a bit better, as it is not supposed to be a hardship...so I'm not counting jewelry or most accessories in my 33 items.  I'm still waffling on shoes...for now you can see my three pairs on the shelf above the clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from&lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/project-333-why-not.html"&gt; yesterday's starting list&lt;/a&gt;, I have decided not to count the scarf, sunglasses, and earrings.  I replaced them with a tan glitter tee, a purple &amp;amp; black beaded top and a pair of brown capris.  This is a shot of all the empty hangers...and now even most of the shelves are cleared as I put out-of-season items in a large tub.  Ah, the peace that decluttering brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9erZBStFyY/TbmWsYGL-zI/AAAAAAAAB5A/IDQrKPZXSP0/s1600/IMG_5030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9erZBStFyY/TbmWsYGL-zI/AAAAAAAAB5A/IDQrKPZXSP0/s320/IMG_5030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600673300738734898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Elena is in this with me I've given Kai the job of taking our daily outfit pictures.  I was trying to stop Elena's silly face in this one...goofy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnL7TLhZihY/TbmWs49ioyI/AAAAAAAAB5I/GzyFgXxS65w/s1600/IMG_5035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnL7TLhZihY/TbmWs49ioyI/AAAAAAAAB5I/GzyFgXxS65w/s320/IMG_5035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600673309560840994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, there are a lot of outfits I can make from my selections and today I didn't feel limited at all--ha!  I often think about gals like the pioneers who had two, maybe three dresses to wear year round...it makes the excess of my shelves seem overwhelming.  I think next up will be my 50+ cake pan collection.  Oh, dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5565792468276881557?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5565792468276881557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5565792468276881557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5565792468276881557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5565792468276881557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-wardrobe.html' title='A new wardrobe!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gJDJ0V1XQE/TbmWsLqMqII/AAAAAAAAB44/lcpbep7_NkA/s72-c/IMG_5028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3682071857215195548</id><published>2011-04-27T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:22:59.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='333'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Project 333 - Why not?!</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to think maybe &lt;a href="http://jodien.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jodi&lt;/a&gt; has a conspiracy going...she perhaps knows I need to do something, mentions some ideas and then sits back and giggles as I take off with some new hair-brained project!  Now, really, I know this isn't true (is it?), it just so happens that we are traveling a similar road in life and overcoming similar tendencies embedded in our beings from childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo...Today Jo tweeted about &lt;a href="http://www.theproject333.com/getting-started/"&gt;Project 333&lt;/a&gt;...that it might be something she is considering.  So I did it.  Today.  With both my closet and Elena-bug's closet.  Now the two girls under this roof each have only 33 items in their wardrobe.  It's a tad scary for me...Elena's was pretty painless since she lives in soccer tees &amp;amp; I didn't make her count accessories.  (This is the "before" shot of our closet...note that the top left rod all belongs to Eric--my stuff is on the bottom, the shelves, and the right...conveniently not in the picture...duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxtqmKOyMNk/TbjYwyP0h7I/AAAAAAAAB4w/xomdTF-aZUc/s1600/IMG_5024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxtqmKOyMNk/TbjYwyP0h7I/AAAAAAAAB4w/xomdTF-aZUc/s320/IMG_5024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600464469268662194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the project in a nutshell--in order to live a life less focused on "stuff", purge your wardrobe every three months down to 33 seasonally appropriate items.  This includes goodies like accessories (aack!  my bags!) and shoes but does not include pj's, workout clothing, under-things etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I didn't have anything better to do this afternoon (ha) here was my bed during the sorting progress.  I had bags for consignment clothing, donations, summer items and various other wack-o categories, but it all got cleared.  I now have 93 empty hangers in my closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pj03FhGI3Ts/TbjYwntgK9I/AAAAAAAAB4o/wQdaJmn8aWU/s1600/IMG_5025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pj03FhGI3Ts/TbjYwntgK9I/AAAAAAAAB4o/wQdaJmn8aWU/s320/IMG_5025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600464466440367058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my starting list.  I'm pretty sure this will just be a wardrobe for May as spring wraps up and then will have to swap things out for the heat.  If you think there is something I could go without, by all means, let me know as I really want to add in more accessories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOPS&lt;br /&gt;1.  Black tank&lt;br /&gt;2. Black v-neck tee&lt;br /&gt;3. Grey v-neck sweater&lt;br /&gt;4. White scoop neck top&lt;br /&gt;5. Coral printed tank&lt;br /&gt;6. Coral l/s tee&lt;br /&gt;7. Aqua 3/4 sleeve athletic tee&lt;br /&gt;8. Aqua cable-knit cardi&lt;br /&gt;9. Lt. blue tee&lt;br /&gt;10. Periwinkle cable knit cardi&lt;br /&gt;11. Navy slinky top&lt;br /&gt;12. Brown knit shirt&lt;br /&gt;13. Black l/s v-neck top&lt;br /&gt;14. White slub tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOMS&lt;br /&gt;15. Worn Jeans&lt;br /&gt;16. AE Jeans&lt;br /&gt;17. Denim shorts&lt;br /&gt;18. Black athletic capris&lt;br /&gt;19. Brown a-line knit skirt&lt;br /&gt;20. Black slinky skirt&lt;br /&gt;21.  Denim skirt (below knee)&lt;br /&gt;22. Camo pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRESS&lt;br /&gt;23.  LBD jersey knit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTERWEAR&lt;br /&gt;24.  Jean jacket&lt;br /&gt;25. Navy hooded jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCESSORIES&lt;br /&gt;26. Scarf-multi&lt;br /&gt;27. Purse&lt;br /&gt;28. Tote&lt;br /&gt;29. Shades (yup, sunglasses count!)&lt;br /&gt;30. Earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOES&lt;br /&gt;31. Tennies-athletic&lt;br /&gt;32. Casual tennies&lt;br /&gt;33. Ballerina flats-animal print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will take a picture of my items all hung nice and neat in one teeny part of our closet.  Then I suppose I will start posting about what in the world I am wearing or not wearing to prove (as others have done and are doing) that it can be done!  Thanks for the inspiration Jodi...now I just have to cruise around and look for construction sites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3682071857215195548?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3682071857215195548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3682071857215195548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3682071857215195548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3682071857215195548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/project-333-why-not.html' title='Project 333 - Why not?!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxtqmKOyMNk/TbjYwyP0h7I/AAAAAAAAB4w/xomdTF-aZUc/s72-c/IMG_5024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-703297178069411474</id><published>2011-04-22T07:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:17:47.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 38 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNxgGCH5H5M/TbFxvWdsLxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/aFY3LZjW7Zk/s1600/Good-Friday-Wallpaper-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNxgGCH5H5M/TbFxvWdsLxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/aFY3LZjW7Zk/s320/Good-Friday-Wallpaper-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598380870096138002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Good Friday.  I hope you are able to take some time to reflect on the great goodness behind the crucifixion of Christ.  Really, our whole lives revolve around the events of this weekend so many, many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the blessings from my Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A satisfying cup of tea with a dear friend after some good, hard, work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The joy brought by the left over cupcake Eric brought back home...split three ways, three happy kiddos.  Well, Zane wanted more "cream" aka frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The fact that Eric made, frosted and cleaned up after concocting the 2 dozen cupcakes for his work meeting...not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  A unique group of women gathered to discuss some of our favorite things...yay for the JA Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  After a long lent, Easter is almost here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-703297178069411474?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/703297178069411474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=703297178069411474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/703297178069411474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/703297178069411474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-38-gratitude.html' title='Day 38 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNxgGCH5H5M/TbFxvWdsLxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/aFY3LZjW7Zk/s72-c/Good-Friday-Wallpaper-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-1321600480043222222</id><published>2011-04-20T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T07:50:31.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 36 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>5 Things from Tuesday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A newly organized coat closet that holds all the backpacks that were living on the entryway floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Playing puzzles with Zane uninterrupted for half an hour...I don't think I've done many puzzles with him before...poor third child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Finding missing vacuum attachments in above coat closet!  Plus the missing bar to my hanging clothes rack!  Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Starting MI5 season 7...exciting!  (I'm loving me some Netflix...and RA's not bad either!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amy, am I allowed to post this in a gratitude list?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Watching Elena tear it up on the soccer field...cold, but fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-1321600480043222222?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1321600480043222222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=1321600480043222222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1321600480043222222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1321600480043222222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-36-gratitude.html' title='Day 36 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3277022779415213153</id><published>2011-04-19T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:11:31.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 35 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>The 35th day of Lent...a Monday.  Will it?  Can it?...be good?  I started the day standing in the shower praying again for grace and patience in my roll as a momma.  That I would be quick to listen and slow to anger.  God answered that prayer...but made me work at it!  At one point I asked the children if we could please just go FIVE whole minutes without someone crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between a huting, almost-out, loose tooth, eyes that simply couldn't 'see' to finish writing one sentence of copywork and Zane really wanting to swing 'ou-side', it was a challenge they couldn't quite meet.  However, we did all survive the day with semi-cheerful hearts, school work finished, the house tidied a bit and some free time in the afternoon to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of that...here are five things I'm grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Grace!  (I've said that one before, but it's truly the theme of my life)&lt;br /&gt;2.  The idea for Kai's "morning routine" cards to keep him focused on getting going.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Elena no longer lets perfectionism keep her from starting a new sketch...she drew a beautiful bluejay with a farm in the background.&lt;br /&gt;4.  So many friends on our new T-ball team!  It's going to be a fun season.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Clean sheets on everyone's bed!  (Another thing I'm not so hot at doing regularly).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3277022779415213153?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3277022779415213153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3277022779415213153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3277022779415213153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3277022779415213153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-35-gratitude.html' title='Day 35 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4413930591879310101</id><published>2011-04-15T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T21:49:34.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Days 32 &amp; 33 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flJgbHCPcGg/TakDC3xpjPI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qwDXpFqvGoc/s1600/IMG_4940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flJgbHCPcGg/TakDC3xpjPI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qwDXpFqvGoc/s320/IMG_4940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596007359851367666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowie-zowie...some days just go faster than others!  Now the challenge...10 things over the last two days to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Elena, old enough now to go to Grandma's and help with younger cousins staying for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1SeQk-fDvA/TakDCUBkdTI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/25XUluerRj8/s1600/IMG_4941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1SeQk-fDvA/TakDCUBkdTI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/25XUluerRj8/s320/IMG_4941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596007350254466354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Time with just my boys while she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Spring flowers  blooming gloriously before the wind and rain ravaged their delicate  petals...and the bouquet plucked just in time to grace our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSq2mU5j-P4/TakDB4DbpTI/AAAAAAAAB4I/A2RFF-CttP4/s1600/IMG_4942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSq2mU5j-P4/TakDB4DbpTI/AAAAAAAAB4I/A2RFF-CttP4/s320/IMG_4942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596007342746084658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Goodies arriving from &lt;a href="http://mythirtyone.com/saramannino"&gt;thirty-one&lt;/a&gt;!  Can a girl ever have too many bags?  (Love my purse Sara!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  CVS...it needs a whole post of it's own...I do a version of &lt;a href="http://www.commonsensewithmoney.com/2010/02/shop-cvs/"&gt;CVSing&lt;/a&gt; that involves only things we need or can donate to charity.  All for almost free.  What fun and a great blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soGiufr7S7k/TakDBd7znqI/AAAAAAAAB4A/bE243fIW6us/s1600/IMG_4943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soGiufr7S7k/TakDBd7znqI/AAAAAAAAB4A/bE243fIW6us/s320/IMG_4943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596007335734779554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Play date with a new-er friend for Kai--who seemed a bit at a loss without his sis around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  An afternoon chat and prayer time with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The BBQ &amp;amp; Bluegrass fundraising dinner at Parker Elementary tonight with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMfHFGGxhcM/TakDBManosI/AAAAAAAAB34/F8aTg96qhQU/s1600/IMG_4945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMfHFGGxhcM/TakDBManosI/AAAAAAAAB34/F8aTg96qhQU/s320/IMG_4945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596007331032179394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  All my in-laws with birthdays this week--Happy Birthday Chrissy, Kim &amp;amp; Nate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  No phone calls for awhile...amazing how much I stay tied to my phones.  We canceled the home line this week and my sim card died today.  Oh well, the quiet is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4413930591879310101?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4413930591879310101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4413930591879310101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4413930591879310101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4413930591879310101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-32-33-gratitude.html' title='Days 32 &amp; 33 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flJgbHCPcGg/TakDC3xpjPI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qwDXpFqvGoc/s72-c/IMG_4940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-1236663963304809264</id><published>2011-04-15T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T21:28:56.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilla Rose'/><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--95wyI1qJq0/Taj9vwK2OFI/AAAAAAAAB3w/W69AhYqNDQs/s1600/majesticcross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--95wyI1qJq0/Taj9vwK2OFI/AAAAAAAAB3w/W69AhYqNDQs/s320/majesticcross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596001533833918546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-title"&gt;Congratulations &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelli&lt;/span&gt;!  I will get your gift certificate to you ASAP for your new flexi clip from &lt;a href="http://lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;Lilla Rose&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks to everyone who &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/lilla-rose-hair-jewelry-giveaway.html"&gt;entered to win&lt;/a&gt;...I have another friend hosting a giveaway later this month and will post info when it's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The winning number (5) was chosen by Random.org's True Random Number Generator...and my own comment was removed before the drawing.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The majestic cross (left) is &lt;a href="http://lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;Lilla Rose's&lt;/a&gt; April Flexi Clip of the month, available only for a limited time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-min-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="true-random-integer-generator-result"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-1236663963304809264?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1236663963304809264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=1236663963304809264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1236663963304809264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1236663963304809264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--95wyI1qJq0/Taj9vwK2OFI/AAAAAAAAB3w/W69AhYqNDQs/s72-c/majesticcross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8742613494998872312</id><published>2011-04-14T08:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:00:24.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 31 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>This "place"--blogland--is indeed a good place to hide the ugly and show the pretty.  I find myself really good at hiding behind pictures of my sweet kids and stories of adventures in homemaking.  So although I will not bare my soul to you, dear anonymous reader, I do want to make perfectly clear that I am a mess.  A sinner.  A wretched person.  Beastly.  And the grace of God is all that gets me through this life.  My &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/word-on-street.html"&gt;theme word&lt;/a&gt; for this year is grow.  Let's hope for some growth today...and that Eric would extend grace to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guessed that yesterday was not the most fabulous?  Well, even better then that I must find 5 things to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I saw a snake slither across my path when I was with the boys in the woods.  I did not scream.  I did not run.  I quickly tried to point it out to them and watched where it went.  THAT my friends, is coming from someone who has worked for decades to overcome a deep, deep terror of those creatures.  I think we have progress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Some beauty observed and an attempt to capture it after my monstrous moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fiL1jdvlUc/Tab9UWT4ofI/AAAAAAAAB3o/7DWymUz1wTs/s1600/branch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fiL1jdvlUc/Tab9UWT4ofI/AAAAAAAAB3o/7DWymUz1wTs/s400/branch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595438113082614258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Watching Kai try to catch frogs on the edge of the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My counters are clean again!  How quickly I had forgotten that an audiobook makes dreaded chores pass quickly.  There was no avoiding the pot of refried bean juice that was stinking up the whole house last night...however, I did manage to procrastinate cleaning it until 9:45 p.m.  I'm so bad at things like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My friend and neighbor, Kathy, who wanted my opinion on her new cabinet pulls as they finish redoing their kitchen.  I love to visit with her and see her delight in the new beauty of her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8742613494998872312?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8742613494998872312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8742613494998872312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8742613494998872312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8742613494998872312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-31-gratitude.html' title='Day 31 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fiL1jdvlUc/Tab9UWT4ofI/AAAAAAAAB3o/7DWymUz1wTs/s72-c/branch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6197988137914184400</id><published>2011-04-12T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:49:14.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 30 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Hi friends...I am so encouraged by your comments about these gratitude posts, both online and in person.    It is exciting that God is using this exercise to do more than stretch my own self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm diving straight in tonight--5 things from my day that turned my thoughts toward God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Time to sit in the sunshine next to my spring flower bed thinking and writing about the state of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A freshly mopped kitchen floor...does it for me &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2006/06/shine-on.html"&gt;every time&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The majesty of Aslan in The Chronicles of Narnia stories...we're still listening to the series on audio.  Our car drives are so peaceful...and exciting these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Unnecessary band-aids that magically make owies better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  A chance to rock my sleeping (big) baby, even though he woke up because of a hoarse cough (I hope the cough was just from a throat tickle).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6197988137914184400?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6197988137914184400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6197988137914184400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6197988137914184400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6197988137914184400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-30-gratitude.html' title='Day 30 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3551119339154120812</id><published>2011-04-11T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:49:38.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 29 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>And just like that, my Lent project is back on track.  The end of last week and over the weekend I was attending the largest homeschooling conference in the KC area so no blog posts about the blessings...but there were many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good for a Monday.  The little funk in the afternoon could have been avoided by consuming some caffeine I do believe, but that is over and done and I'm moving swiftly toward couch time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five blessings of my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My dear neighbors are back from wintering in Texas and we got to catch up with them today!  Welcome home Mary Jean &amp;amp; Bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The scratch recipe of the day turned out really good!  &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Refried-Beans-Without-the-Refry/Detail.aspx"&gt;Refried Beans without t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Refried-Beans-Without-the-Refry/Detail.aspx"&gt;he Refry&lt;/a&gt;...thanks Jo for the tip.  Now if just someone besides moi would eat them (I froze most...might be, ahem, not a good idea to eat a whole crock-pot full myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Remembering the laughter that filled the air at lunch on Friday with several girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  "I read George book!  I read Baby book!  I read 'schlama, schlama' book!" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSE7DsB5zfU/TaOuxqe3OtI/AAAAAAAAB3g/J-FGaTxB2dw/s1600/llama"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSE7DsB5zfU/TaOuxqe3OtI/AAAAAAAAB3g/J-FGaTxB2dw/s400/llama" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594507330364848850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That last one is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Llama-Red-Pajama-Anna-Dewdney/dp/0670059838/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1302572707&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Llama, Llama, Red Pajama&lt;/a&gt;.  Perhaps one of the cutest read aloud books published of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Being excited about the next school year...and even better, excited about finishing up this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Tuesday...I'm kiddo free most of the day and have yet to choose what I will do...perhaps something wild and crazy like go to CVS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3551119339154120812?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3551119339154120812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3551119339154120812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3551119339154120812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3551119339154120812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-29-gratitude.html' title='Day 29 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSE7DsB5zfU/TaOuxqe3OtI/AAAAAAAAB3g/J-FGaTxB2dw/s72-c/llama' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-884738161216821020</id><published>2011-04-07T06:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T07:09:03.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 25 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>This  post will have to be quick.  Although it is 6:55, I already hear Zane  and the day will be in full gear before I know it!  So good thing I took  lots of pictures yesterday.  Sometimes a beautiful, sunny spring day is  all I need to get me going in thankful mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Miss Peggy at the library!  She is the best story-time librarian ever!  All my kiddos have listened to her read, sing silly songs and have fun since before they were walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ywKoaGOsc/TZ2nEnOnOSI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5PPqR21V50M/s1600/4.701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ywKoaGOsc/TZ2nEnOnOSI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5PPqR21V50M/s400/4.701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592810009955612962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane thought he'd like a different chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hrCn8CgpH0/TZ2nELj_4WI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/BK4KlXIgRdU/s1600/4.702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hrCn8CgpH0/TZ2nELj_4WI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/BK4KlXIgRdU/s400/4.702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592810002529116514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then discovered a poster with neat book covers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaX1bGTlnRI/TZ2nD4iwEnI/AAAAAAAAB3I/GCDASSKuVXY/s1600/4.703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaX1bGTlnRI/TZ2nD4iwEnI/AAAAAAAAB3I/GCDASSKuVXY/s400/4.703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592809997423612530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles!  Bubbles!  Bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFps2XwOyQ0/TZ2nDYKoCPI/AAAAAAAAB3A/uUDQNcCq39U/s1600/4.704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFps2XwOyQ0/TZ2nDYKoCPI/AAAAAAAAB3A/uUDQNcCq39U/s400/4.704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592809988732487922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Another special teacher, Miss Shari.  Elena is enjoying her second year learning piano and has her first recital coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cIRQRM1jBs/TZ2nC1UlkMI/AAAAAAAAB24/2cjs0YWqM-w/s1600/4.705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cIRQRM1jBs/TZ2nC1UlkMI/AAAAAAAAB24/2cjs0YWqM-w/s400/4.705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592809979379028162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I found brown paint on the garage shelf so we could paint the Trojan Horse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZlUa35-WKE/TZ2m2xou_RI/AAAAAAAAB2w/XxJUfMS1k0I/s1600/4.706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZlUa35-WKE/TZ2m2xou_RI/AAAAAAAAB2w/XxJUfMS1k0I/s400/4.706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592809772231359762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Nature Study...and beautiful red tulips just opening up.  Perfect for my little artist to sketch.  She had permission to go anywhere on the block...I'm so glad she chose our front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDjnvaEsRpU/TZ2m2gzFzDI/AAAAAAAAB2o/SljbxJN8TQM/s1600/4.707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDjnvaEsRpU/TZ2m2gzFzDI/AAAAAAAAB2o/SljbxJN8TQM/s400/4.707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592809767711394866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  And one more homemade snack try...but these are already winners around here as I've made them several times. &lt;a href="http://confessionsofahomeschooler.blogspot.com/2010/05/homemade-granola-bars.html"&gt; Homemade Granola Bars&lt;/a&gt; from Erica at &lt;a href="http://confessionsofahomeschooler.com"&gt;Confessions of a Homeschooler&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-LeMUfw-A0/TZ2m2EuqjRI/AAAAAAAAB2g/B6Cm0q9wwsI/s1600/4.708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-LeMUfw-A0/TZ2m2EuqjRI/AAAAAAAAB2g/B6Cm0q9wwsI/s400/4.708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592809760176639250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWy60Fil6y8/TZ2m1vtzfwI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ix5p5LNQg7M/s1600/4.709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWy60Fil6y8/TZ2m1vtzfwI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ix5p5LNQg7M/s400/4.709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592809754535886594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---and because they're my kiddos...of course they added sprinkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0Fut4RojgA/TZ2m1BEX54I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/hvoIv-w0N_s/s1600/4.710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0Fut4RojgA/TZ2m1BEX54I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/hvoIv-w0N_s/s400/4.710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592809742014080898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0Fut4RojgA/TZ2m1BEX54I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/hvoIv-w0N_s/s1600/4.710.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-884738161216821020?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/884738161216821020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=884738161216821020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/884738161216821020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/884738161216821020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-25-gratitude.html' title='Day 25 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ywKoaGOsc/TZ2nEnOnOSI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5PPqR21V50M/s72-c/4.701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-496386446854496447</id><published>2011-04-06T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:18:08.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 24 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I try to recycle when I can.  Not necessarily in the big blue bin, though I do use it, but by reusing items around the house.  And really, isn't garage saling one of the most awesome ways to recycle stuff?  Anyway, as a note, party cups are not dishwasher safe.  At least not these cute polka dot ones I bought for Elena's birthday party.  I'm bummed...they were so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My_Eq1phcKk/TZxnivHA4SI/AAAAAAAAB2I/1Cc9tEtCD70/s1600/463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My_Eq1phcKk/TZxnivHA4SI/AAAAAAAAB2I/1Cc9tEtCD70/s400/463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592458683746410786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude for Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://www.firstbaptistraytown.com/schools/discovery.html"&gt;Discovery Homeschool Academy&lt;/a&gt;!  Momma's break, the kiddos enrichment.  We all love it!  (That's my kindergarten-cutie, Elena, on the homepage banner of their site.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My friends, Amy &amp;amp; Kathy, and our Tuesday afternoon book discussion.  We are working through &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/beautiful-community-following-spirit-extending-demonstrating/james-smith/9780830835331/pd/835330?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=799308&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;The Good &amp;amp; Beautiful Community&lt;/a&gt; by James Bryan Smith.  It's a great experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Time to play with only Zane most of the day...and part of the evening.  Play-doh, swinging, sliding, big trucks, books...it was fun.  I need so much to focus on him when we have that one-on-one time, though often I do other "stuff" in the relative quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Two more days until the &lt;a href="http://www.midwesthomeschoolers.org/conference_overview_2011.htm"&gt;homeschool conference&lt;/a&gt;!  I have my list ready, my sessions picked out and my suitcase packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Courage to try out a new semi-healthy homemade snack recipe.  &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/homemade-healthy-poptarts"&gt;Homemade Pop Tarts&lt;/a&gt;.  They are so-so...a little thick on the crust and only one kid would eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3efVaclWtA/TZxniMuDALI/AAAAAAAAB2A/goFp5I8tFSk/s1600/461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3efVaclWtA/TZxniMuDALI/AAAAAAAAB2A/goFp5I8tFSk/s400/461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592458674514886834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aphwfEOBGHo/TZxnh_neZFI/AAAAAAAAB14/3ylFwKTibbQ/s1600/462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aphwfEOBGHo/TZxnh_neZFI/AAAAAAAAB14/3ylFwKTibbQ/s400/462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592458670997660754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-496386446854496447?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/496386446854496447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=496386446854496447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/496386446854496447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/496386446854496447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-24-gratitude.html' title='Day 24 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My_Eq1phcKk/TZxnivHA4SI/AAAAAAAAB2I/1Cc9tEtCD70/s72-c/463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6020728386999023127</id><published>2011-04-05T06:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T07:13:57.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 23 (again) - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>It's a quiet morning.  My internet service is running again.  My tea is brewing.  All good things on this Tuesday...to reflect on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my.  Let's just say I'm thankful for God's never-failing grace.  I thought I was doing better at this mom thing, but when Kai overheard me tell Eric on the phone that I might ship them all off to Siberia, he asked me why I keep talking about selling them and it pierced my heart...rightly so too!  Sarcasm has always been a huge failing in my life and I KNOW it can wound, so I will once again pick up my cross and try again...carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my 5 things to be grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The fun of a three foot tall box/grey tape/paper mache Trojan horse model that is now in the kitchen (and seems perfectly normal in our house!).  Kai and I think the Littles&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just might &lt;/span&gt;come and hang out in it some night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V22IfIioWLE/TZsDTowG-QI/AAAAAAAAB1o/F91HKwiAUcY/s1600/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V22IfIioWLE/TZsDTowG-QI/AAAAAAAAB1o/F91HKwiAUcY/s400/horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592066998202202370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Zane's exclamation of "Dat's Fun!" for anything remotely "fun" in a two-year old's eyes:  Running fast, going over a hill while riding in the van, cutting his pickle, finding himself in his self-made-I-find-Zane hide and seek game...really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Laundry back on track...Mondays are my main wash-the-clothes days now and I got all 7 loads washed and most folded--still have to put away so my folding table does not turn into our dresser again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Crock Pot Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3EyHWqALfs/TZsFEvGmwmI/AAAAAAAAB1w/2WACewUKjAM/s1600/crockpot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3EyHWqALfs/TZsFEvGmwmI/AAAAAAAAB1w/2WACewUKjAM/s400/crockpot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592068941232390754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have so much, yet deserve so little.  I'm thankful to know that for a fact and am overwhelmed with gratitude to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you made it through all that, I would love it if you would pray for me this week for patience and love toward my children and for putting the needs of others (especially them) before myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing totally off subject...I'm hosting the first giveaway on my blog for one of the cool hair clips I now am a consultant for through Lilla Rose.  If you want to enter you can check out &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/lilla-rose-hair-jewelry-giveaway.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.  There are only two entries so far so your chances of winning are great :) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6020728386999023127?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6020728386999023127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6020728386999023127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6020728386999023127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6020728386999023127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-23-again-gratitude.html' title='Day 23 (again) - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V22IfIioWLE/TZsDTowG-QI/AAAAAAAAB1o/F91HKwiAUcY/s72-c/horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6334751680779565374</id><published>2011-04-02T08:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:41:33.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 21 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Fridays are good days in the Eastwood Household.  Kai woke up and went  straight for computer games...um, no.  "But Mom", he protested, "it's  Fabulous Fun Friday!"  I told him it could be fabulously fun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Blessings from my Fabulous (almost warm) Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  A good cup of tea to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tn03RW3Y52E/TZcl-1nvBUI/AAAAAAAAB1g/r1QH2mmkRNU/s1600/Fri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tn03RW3Y52E/TZcl-1nvBUI/AAAAAAAAB1g/r1QH2mmkRNU/s400/Fri1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590979223879615810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Baking a surprise birthday cake for Elena...it's going to be a soccer ball but she and Eric think it's boobs (the ball bakes in two halves).  Oh, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.  Starting to read aloud two of my favorite books from childhood:  Heidi and The Bluejay Boarders.  Two chapters in and the kids are already hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6z8dQhX_qc/TZcl-sOzAQI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/JqN8-s0tDUA/s1600/Fri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6z8dQhX_qc/TZcl-sOzAQI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/JqN8-s0tDUA/s400/Fri2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590979221359100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.  Getting a glimpse of the beautiful birthday tea-party set up for one of Elena's friends.  I bet &lt;a href="http://teagirlworld.blogspot.com"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; will post about it if you want to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  New cable internet service!  Good-bye DSL and dropped service (at least we hope)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!  ~Resa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mq8tGKM_EE/TZcl-YOYhMI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/xRRxB8R-CJs/s1600/Fri3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6334751680779565374?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6334751680779565374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6334751680779565374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6334751680779565374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6334751680779565374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-21-gratitude.html' title='Day 21 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tn03RW3Y52E/TZcl-1nvBUI/AAAAAAAAB1g/r1QH2mmkRNU/s72-c/Fri1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8816661352781270799</id><published>2011-04-01T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:53:34.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilla Rose'/><title type='text'>Lilla Rose Hair Jewelry Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5w5cjxM-oc/TZYADevLMbI/AAAAAAAAB0w/A0q52G28Jq8/s1600/dangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5w5cjxM-oc/TZYADevLMbI/AAAAAAAAB0w/A0q52G28Jq8/s200/dangle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590656047217586610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No April Fools...I'm giving away one of the beautiful hair accessories from Lilla Rose!  Since this is the first giveaway I've hosted on my blog, you (as one of my 10 loyal readers) probably have a really good chance of winning (YAY!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even more in love with the Lilla Rose products since I now have tried not only the flexi clips, but the hair sticks and the jeweled headbands. The super-soft, stretchy, adjustable band that goes under the hair on the headbands allows you to w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVDF33ztjiE/TZYA2ziJaFI/AAAAAAAAB1I/KoW7oxAOYeU/s1600/pd_headband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVDF33ztjiE/TZYA2ziJaFI/AAAAAAAAB1I/KoW7oxAOYeU/s200/pd_headband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590656928973416530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ear it all day with no typical "headband-ache".  Fabulous!  Several of my friends have purchased a flexi clip or two and are wearing them every day.  How nice to get away from plain ponytail holders, plastic claws and barrettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how the giveaway works:  All comments must be left here on this blog post, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  You choose any/all of the below options to enter (the first one is the mandatory entry).   If you don't have a blogger profile, just be sure to include your name and email in your comments.  On April 15 I'll use an auto-number picker deal to choose the winning comment number.   Then I'll send the winner a gift certificate for your free flexi clip (or other product--up to $15)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Visit my Lilla Rose website and watch the &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth/flexi-sizing-and-styling.html?id=hmPVLI5k"&gt;size/styling videos&lt;/a&gt;, then leave a comment about your favorite hairstyle.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 entry/leave 1 comment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Visit the Lilla Rose &lt;a href="http://lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt; and tell me which fle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zg1IP0HYis/TZYADRrEwfI/AAAAAAAAB04/ZNvUM3ddUMg/s1600/minitwist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zg1IP0HYis/TZYADRrEwfI/AAAAAAAAB04/ZNvUM3ddUMg/s200/minitwist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590656043710726642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xi-clip (or other product) you like.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 entry/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Make a Lilla Rose purchase from my website.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 entries/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Like my Lilla Rose &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=52915&amp;amp;id=168041273246126&amp;amp;saved#%21/pages/Lilla-Rose-Resa-Eastwood/168041273246126"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 entry/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Share this giveaway on Facebook or blog about it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 entries each/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 comments each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Follow this blog or subscribe by email (see sidebar).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 entry/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8816661352781270799?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8816661352781270799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8816661352781270799' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8816661352781270799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8816661352781270799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/lilla-rose-hair-jewelry-giveaway.html' title='Lilla Rose Hair Jewelry Giveaway'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5w5cjxM-oc/TZYADevLMbI/AAAAAAAAB0w/A0q52G28Jq8/s72-c/dangle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3469214835666146954</id><published>2011-03-31T22:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:33:00.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elena'/><title type='text'>Day 20 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SLwzUAQXuk/TZVGrOl61bI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/X2d1K0j50eg/s1600/201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SLwzUAQXuk/TZVGrOl61bI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/X2d1K0j50eg/s400/201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590452220915799474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eight years ago today, our first baby was born!  Happy Birthday Elena girl!  My thankful thoughts today were often centered around her precious life.  She is indeed "fearfully and wonderfully made" as the heart pendant we gave her reads from Psalm 139.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Barbie house was a big hit:  "Cool!  Awesome!  This is the best birthday ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Birthday portraits for all three were more than marginally successful...AND I didn't get all sweaty trying to decide what to order.  (Usually a moment of sheer torture for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Our whole family laughing together over dinner...genuine twinkles in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My life is hid with Christ on high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Eight years of adventure with Elena in our life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At nine days old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBvw9eQvqaM/TZVG8GCLLEI/AAAAAAAAB0o/51NHLsLATjQ/s1600/Baby%2BElena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBvw9eQvqaM/TZVG8GCLLEI/AAAAAAAAB0o/51NHLsLATjQ/s400/Baby%2BElena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590452510676167746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, turning 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky7bYJPFggo/TZVG70cBPKI/AAAAAAAAB0g/yCnPLWzbyZQ/s1600/202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky7bYJPFggo/TZVG70cBPKI/AAAAAAAAB0g/yCnPLWzbyZQ/s400/202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590452505952730274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3469214835666146954?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3469214835666146954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3469214835666146954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3469214835666146954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3469214835666146954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-20-gratitude.html' title='Day 20 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SLwzUAQXuk/TZVGrOl61bI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/X2d1K0j50eg/s72-c/201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-7579037423007627064</id><published>2011-03-31T06:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T06:43:55.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 19 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Five things that I can thank Jesus for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brenner Mills!  Congratulations to our friends Aaron &amp;amp; Jen on their 3rd precious baby born this week.  Your cup is overflowing and it is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  80's Night at Awana's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhQechiz_j8/TZRnzwewTcI/AAAAAAAABz4/PdJUtFjOoKc/s1600/193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhQechiz_j8/TZRnzwewTcI/AAAAAAAABz4/PdJUtFjOoKc/s400/193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590207176358514114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Our chore chart (copied from &lt;a href="http://confessionsofahomeschooler.blogspot.com/2011/01/chore-chart-cards.html"&gt;Confessions of a Homeschooler&lt;/a&gt;).  It rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmsps_0wR1o/TZRnzs9FvlI/AAAAAAAABzw/fUXeUeN8oh8/s1600/192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmsps_0wR1o/TZRnzs9FvlI/AAAAAAAABzw/fUXeUeN8oh8/s400/192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590207175412006482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Brown sugar-cinnamon scones.  Homemade with whole grain.  Mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZmQ9FzKptw/TZRnzAK2bzI/AAAAAAAABzo/0XOoCN-0zf4/s1600/191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZmQ9FzKptw/TZRnzAK2bzI/AAAAAAAABzo/0XOoCN-0zf4/s400/191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590207163390127922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The fun and anticipation getting ready for Elena's birthday brings!  (She is going to flip out when she sees her new Barbie house!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdge43FSBdA/TZRn0MGREJI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ibv3TDkQNSA/s1600/194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdge43FSBdA/TZRn0MGREJI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ibv3TDkQNSA/s400/194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590207183771996306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you one and all today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-7579037423007627064?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7579037423007627064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=7579037423007627064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7579037423007627064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7579037423007627064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-19-gratitude.html' title='Day 19 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhQechiz_j8/TZRnzwewTcI/AAAAAAAABz4/PdJUtFjOoKc/s72-c/193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-1369566041693191664</id><published>2011-03-29T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:12:09.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 18 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Hi!  I got my Lent calendar figured out and am switching to a forward countdown instead of backwards...just to make everything clear as mud!  Today is the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of Lent, the 46 days before Easter, less the Sundays making it a total of 40 days...the Sundays don't disappear though so don't worry about buying new calendars.  If we all want to understand how the church keeps track of all this I suppose we can use google as well as the next guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Gratitude.  Today.  Ah, today there was much to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkFWOBFhA-8/TZKP9NKKwPI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZSdxLjFFB8o/s1600/dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkFWOBFhA-8/TZKP9NKKwPI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZSdxLjFFB8o/s320/dentist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589688369187307762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.  The shots that kept me from feeling (mostly) my dentist drill out the huge cavity that formed under an old filling...and the fun it was to try and drink from a straw afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Two sit downs with dear friends...Maria for lunch and Kathy &amp;amp; Amy for book discussion, PLUS running into Tisha at Target and seeing Joy &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marcola&lt;/span&gt; when dropping off/picking up kids.  Friends are such a delight in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I found the portrait gift certificate!!!  Two days before it expires and already had an appointment set up for the very last day.  (It was in a usually untouched school folder of our resident ferret (aka Kai).  Why in the world he would take it...oh, it just dawned on me that he probably thought it was "money" as it was all official looking and printed on photo paper.  I haven't picked up that folder for maybe 3-4 months...totally a praise to Jesus for $50 back in our pockets.)  I guess we'll always have a visual reminder of Kai's black eye and Zane's scratch on his nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm grateful that the credit card company noticed our info had been stolen before they charged us for the $2000 cash withdrawal (how do you do THAT online?), $563 from Avon, $800 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; and some Converse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tennies&lt;/span&gt; (among other things).  And you better watch out if you are a Wally World shopper wearing lots of glitter make up &amp;amp; new Converse hi-tops...I'm looking for you!--Well, or would be if I set foot in the place...I try to steer clear of that giant box most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  More confirmation about my tentative decision for next year's school curriculum.  I think we're going to try out &lt;a href="http://www.mfwbooks.com/category/M50/40#Adventures"&gt;Adventures in My Father's World&lt;/a&gt; for a core study of American history coupled with Bible, science and all the rest while sticking to our &lt;a href="http://simplycharlottemason.com/"&gt;Charlotte Mason&lt;/a&gt; roots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-1369566041693191664?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1369566041693191664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=1369566041693191664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1369566041693191664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1369566041693191664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-18-gratitude.html' title='Day 18 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkFWOBFhA-8/TZKP9NKKwPI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZSdxLjFFB8o/s72-c/dentist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3107331618585281339</id><published>2011-03-28T06:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:17:52.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Sunday Thoughts on Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UEaF1uxpvk/TZB7gvZoD9I/AAAAAAAABzY/tRYJ7JJjets/s1600/Corrie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UEaF1uxpvk/TZB7gvZoD9I/AAAAAAAABzY/tRYJ7JJjets/s400/Corrie.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589102939976765394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many people that I want to be like.  As a Christian woman, there is the obvious Jesus.  But what about the inspiring people in our time and time gone by who have came so much closer to that goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished listening to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hiding-Place-John-Sherrill/dp/0800794052/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1301314471&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom&lt;/a&gt; this week.  I don't ever think I will be the same.  If you have not read the story, it is Corrie's account of her family and their role in the Dutch underground movement during WWII in German-occupied Holland.  It is a magnificent tale of family, love, unbelievable anguish and, above all, the power of God.  The character, well, person as it is not fiction, I resonated with the most was Corrie.  The person I want most to be like is her sister, Betsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the story, Corrie is repeatably amazed by the heart Betsie has for others.  From knowing the life details of each customer that comes to their shop, keeping a beautiful home even while they scrape by on ration cards, adding order and a glimpse of loveliness to a tiny prison cell shared by several women, to praising God for the fleas in the concentration camp and her heart breaking for the depths of unlove held by her German guards...she overflows with unselfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the fleas that got me.  It got Corrie too.  She was aghast...there were limits to what she would thank God for and fleas were over that limit...though she reluctantly prayed along with her sister.  After weeks laboring outside, Betsie's poor health resulted in her assignment being changed to the sock knitting room.  Corrie ended up being transferred there as well and there she learned to be grateful for fleas.  The guards would not enter that room.  It was infested.  Betsie and Corrie had hours a day to talk with each other and share God's goodness with the other prisoners around them.  For three weeks, the fleas miraculously kept them safe from further harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betsie loved Jesus so much that her life was continually offered up in exchange for showing his love to some other person.  God gave her visions of the future so real she could smell the flowers.  Corrie remembered those visions of loveliness and marveled when they became reality.  Miracles happen everyday, even today.  We just have to know where to look...and start with outside of ourselves into the face of Jesus.  Lord, thank you for the fleas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3107331618585281339?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3107331618585281339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3107331618585281339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3107331618585281339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3107331618585281339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-thoughts-on-gratitude.html' title='Sunday Thoughts on Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UEaF1uxpvk/TZB7gvZoD9I/AAAAAAAABzY/tRYJ7JJjets/s72-c/Corrie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4347497508083421065</id><published>2011-03-26T23:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:48:46.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 23 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Indeed, I am blessed.  Overall today, I am thankful for a sense of humor in the everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  The opportunity to learn how to use the shop vac in "wet" mode.  (I wondered when my good friend had switched to liquid dishwasher detergent...she always uses powder, but I asked to borrow some and in good faith squirted in a whole cupful...of Dawn.  Still not sure how to fix this mess...but it's good for a few laughs before bed...and so glad I didn't turn it on and crawl under the covers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-iMbRTQXRo/TY6_ASIe3lI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hwhxQYGTT7c/s1600/Sat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-iMbRTQXRo/TY6_ASIe3lI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hwhxQYGTT7c/s400/Sat5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588614199201685074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  A great visit from Eric's Dad &amp;amp; Charla...I'm thankful for them being willing to drive up to visit for the kids' birthdays &amp;amp; for taking the chance on my recipe experiments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4bpAFFrSrI/TY6_ALswMhI/AAAAAAAABzI/6peFmshR0iA/s1600/Sat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4bpAFFrSrI/TY6_ALswMhI/AAAAAAAABzI/6peFmshR0iA/s400/Sat4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588614197474767378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.  Almost 8-year-old's craft projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X54Os8mtnUg/TY6-_2OUmoI/AAAAAAAABzA/0f-cxxR62VY/s1600/Sat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X54Os8mtnUg/TY6-_2OUmoI/AAAAAAAABzA/0f-cxxR62VY/s400/Sat3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588614191709985410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.  What is it Zane?  Oh, yes, we can be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJXQD5Znm9M/TY6-_XVVzOI/AAAAAAAAByw/sCVjRf9eA2M/s1600/Sat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJXQD5Znm9M/TY6-_XVVzOI/AAAAAAAAByw/sCVjRf9eA2M/s400/Sat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588614183417924834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...a springtime snowstorm!  Sorry buddy, no "I pay ou-side!" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpUblyDBiFY/TY6-_jYvHFI/AAAAAAAABy4/iF8Eieeaw_s/s1600/Sat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpUblyDBiFY/TY6-_jYvHFI/AAAAAAAABy4/iF8Eieeaw_s/s400/Sat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588614186653391954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.  The open-door button of my van key remote when hurrying through bitter wind in no coat with arms full of groceries at Price Chopper.  (I had to really think hard about what I was thankful for in that moment :) ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4347497508083421065?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4347497508083421065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4347497508083421065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4347497508083421065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4347497508083421065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-23-gratitude.html' title='Day 23 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-iMbRTQXRo/TY6_ASIe3lI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hwhxQYGTT7c/s72-c/Sat5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8119353017388625373</id><published>2011-03-26T09:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T09:25:10.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 24 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I spent almost the entire day at home yesterday.  That was refreshing!  1-5, here are the things I thought to be grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A good day of school with...are you ready?  Drum-roll...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no tears&lt;/span&gt;!  (We have been working hard to curb being overtaken by emotion at every small tick of frustration.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Three very full meals even with a bare-bones pantry and fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Baking cookies with Elena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Eric and Kai spending time together on the disc golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Mmmmm....fresh baked bread for lunch--can you see the steam?!  (I was out of store bread &amp;amp; didn't want to leave the house to disrupt our day...what a great treat...I forget how easy it is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBcDTFX892E/TY32xTlPN0I/AAAAAAAAByo/m7dFDRXUgQg/s1600/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBcDTFX892E/TY32xTlPN0I/AAAAAAAAByo/m7dFDRXUgQg/s320/bread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588394039567136578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8119353017388625373?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8119353017388625373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8119353017388625373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8119353017388625373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8119353017388625373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24-gratitude.html' title='Day 24 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBcDTFX892E/TY32xTlPN0I/AAAAAAAAByo/m7dFDRXUgQg/s72-c/bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4993446605237148679</id><published>2011-03-25T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:55:28.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Make Up...Will it Kill Ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU-c9OCce_s/TY0wAJ_U3XI/AAAAAAAAByg/j13VM2vVwSM/s1600/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU-c9OCce_s/TY0wAJ_U3XI/AAAAAAAAByg/j13VM2vVwSM/s320/makeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588175491876314482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does anyone else have a creeping sense of dread when smearing substances of unknown nature across their skin day after day?  I mean, really, can you pronounce anything listed in the ingredients from your favorite designer's make-up line?  And I know everyone is going to die anyway...BUT now 20 years *or more* into the daily barrage of making myself up with cosmetics, I thought it might be time to change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago I stumbled across the idea from an old friend's natural living blog and stopped using a few questionable items.  More recently I purchased some Arbonne skin care and mineral foundation from my mother-in-law.  Now I'm ready to add on even more or change some brands etc. and have been shopping around trying to figure out what in the world to use....ya know, reading reviews and comments etc.  A great site is the &lt;a href="http://cosmeticsdatabase.com/"&gt;Environmental Working Group's Skin Deep Cosmetic Safety Database&lt;/a&gt;.  There, you can search almost any chemically based household product and see what safety rating it has been assigned based on its ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see...I placed an order with &lt;a href="http://realpurity.com/"&gt;Real Purity&lt;/a&gt; for some of their mascara and a couple samples of their mineral cream foundation.  I don't think I'm going back to the Estee Lauder counter though...the gal who helped me this week was, well, very helpful, but I'm guessing their ingredients fall along the same line as most mainstream cosmetic companies'...with hazard scores off the charts!  Ugh, and I'll have to try and break my Avon habit.  Hmmm...that will be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and comment if you have any tips or ideas about going more natural with face &amp;amp; body products!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4993446605237148679?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4993446605237148679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4993446605237148679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4993446605237148679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4993446605237148679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/make-upwill-it-kill-ya.html' title='Make Up...Will it Kill Ya?'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU-c9OCce_s/TY0wAJ_U3XI/AAAAAAAAByg/j13VM2vVwSM/s72-c/makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2946470148497733906</id><published>2011-03-25T07:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:50:28.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Lenten project is working (yay).  I'm starting to really look for God's hand in the blessings around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  The delight in finding a nest of these little guys in our back yard...so cute!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Even better was the dream Eric had about it in the middle of last night...he leaped out of bed (as he often does when dreaming of intruders) and yelled "hey there little guy, over this way!"  I started laughing &amp;amp; told him there were no baby bunnies in our room to shoo back to the nest...he disagreed for a moment.  Okay, he just read this and I am to stand corrected, he was not shooing bunnies, but calling for doggies--he whistled and made the smooch-smooch sound...I had forgotten!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8y7BY8O50k/TYyM7GITpiI/AAAAAAAAByY/jHyw0WkwjA8/s1600/IMG_4799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8y7BY8O50k/TYyM7GITpiI/AAAAAAAAByY/jHyw0WkwjA8/s400/IMG_4799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587996184545568290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ug3bOdBH3g/TYyM68HBmVI/AAAAAAAAByQ/2qsF-R75GYg/s1600/IMG_4800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ug3bOdBH3g/TYyM68HBmVI/AAAAAAAAByQ/2qsF-R75GYg/s400/IMG_4800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587996181855836498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  A visit from this little dolly, my niece Mia &amp;amp; her momma Chrissy.  She's not so sure about all of us crazy hoodlums though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z876AVykEM/TYyM6oPo7zI/AAAAAAAAByI/8HO4vgZVEwA/s1600/IMG_4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z876AVykEM/TYyM6oPo7zI/AAAAAAAAByI/8HO4vgZVEwA/s400/IMG_4803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587996176523259698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.  Two hours, two homes, both much cleaner than before.  Kathy &amp;amp; I's cleaning exchange is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; blessing in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  A decision that ended up being the right one and the relief that went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I think the picture explains this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5ZnC-qYbDA/TYyM6JshPsI/AAAAAAAAByA/DSgUm7ic7hs/s1600/IMG_4806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5ZnC-qYbDA/TYyM6JshPsI/AAAAAAAAByA/DSgUm7ic7hs/s400/IMG_4806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587996168322891458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2946470148497733906?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2946470148497733906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2946470148497733906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2946470148497733906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2946470148497733906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-25-gratitude.html' title='Day 25 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8y7BY8O50k/TYyM7GITpiI/AAAAAAAAByY/jHyw0WkwjA8/s72-c/IMG_4799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2745130524627833383</id><published>2011-03-23T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:50:31.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 26 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...I forgot you don't count Sundays in Lent so I'm going to have to adjust my countdown.  Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had it's ups and downs, but I am grateful for many things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom.  I'm listening to the audio book.  My heart grieves.  My life is E.A.S.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The phone call while out shopping...it was Zane.  He wanted to "talk Mommy".   He giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Elena wrote, addressed, stamped and mailed a letter today with little help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Other homeschool mom friends that nodded their heads in understanding at my morning frustrations.  Having others that carry/share your burdens indeed makes them light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.  Blueberry pancakes for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feZZ6EEdIjY/TYqxCXq8K0I/AAAAAAAABx4/uINBB2pbigM/s1600/IMG_4798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feZZ6EEdIjY/TYqxCXq8K0I/AAAAAAAABx4/uINBB2pbigM/s400/IMG_4798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587472941978495810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2745130524627833383?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2745130524627833383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2745130524627833383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2745130524627833383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2745130524627833383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-26-gratitude.html' title='Day 26 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feZZ6EEdIjY/TYqxCXq8K0I/AAAAAAAABx4/uINBB2pbigM/s72-c/IMG_4798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-1995695542920724520</id><published>2011-03-23T15:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:19:59.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Boys' Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>It's Birthday Season at our house...only one more to go this month.  Here are some snaps of our fun times for ya to check out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpYz7PB00BM/TYpff6zAS3I/AAAAAAAABxo/g4ZmLYKSDhY/s1600/KBD8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpYz7PB00BM/TYpff6zAS3I/AAAAAAAABxo/g4ZmLYKSDhY/s400/KBD8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587383289670290290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjB7alnjMyQ/TYpfTxMK9xI/AAAAAAAABxg/uwmWJPmajhQ/s1600/KBD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four boys all born the same week, all but one the same year!  That's my Kai-boy in orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ek2VnkdK52s/TYpfTskf6OI/AAAAAAAABxY/ePXuUXk2few/s1600/KBD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ek2VnkdK52s/TYpfTskf6OI/AAAAAAAABxY/ePXuUXk2few/s400/KBD2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587383079692921058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpIXZff2ZyI/TYpfTYuAOHI/AAAAAAAABxQ/PPsgvVskAvE/s1600/KBD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpIXZff2ZyI/TYpfTYuAOHI/AAAAAAAABxQ/PPsgvVskAvE/s400/KBD3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587383074364078194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't wonder why he had a tummy ache that evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1iNLormX3M/TYpfTNFS_wI/AAAAAAAABxI/1hAFYLMmGKM/s1600/KBD4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1iNLormX3M/TYpfTNFS_wI/AAAAAAAABxI/1hAFYLMmGKM/s400/KBD4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587383071240552194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost every Vox boy child (and several of the girls) around age 6!  It was a blast and they loved swimming altogether.  I had my work cut out for me just making sure Zane didn't drown...he has no fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flTZxxC4PFM/TYpfHaDaeDI/AAAAAAAABxA/BNExfCP9xFQ/s1600/KBD5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flTZxxC4PFM/TYpfHaDaeDI/AAAAAAAABxA/BNExfCP9xFQ/s400/KBD5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587382868563884082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Zane...he turned two on the 11th!  Here he is seriously working on blowing that second candle out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFnL4NyECIs/TYpfHBTr4DI/AAAAAAAABw4/emwOLjcriYY/s1600/ZBD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFnL4NyECIs/TYpfHBTr4DI/AAAAAAAABw4/emwOLjcriYY/s400/ZBD1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587382861921247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bi-tar!!!  And with Mickey Mouse to boot!  He was in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2W5EXgK5Fw/TYpfGu1zYjI/AAAAAAAABww/XUmNk1geuE4/s1600/ZBD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2W5EXgK5Fw/TYpfGu1zYjI/AAAAAAAABww/XUmNk1geuE4/s400/ZBD2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587382856964071986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon we drove out to spend a few days in Wichita.  We celebrated with a trip to Coldstone Creamery.  Mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IU78Y5q3D3I/TYpfGDh3xWI/AAAAAAAABwo/396TahHPWyw/s1600/ZBD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IU78Y5q3D3I/TYpfGDh3xWI/AAAAAAAABwo/396TahHPWyw/s400/ZBD3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587382845337748834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to take them all at once for birthday portraits.  So they are all ready to go, but Momma couldn't find her $50 gift certificate and called it off.  (Anyone who has ever prepared their young children for picture day can imagine the anguish in my own heart at calling it off...hours of dressing, blow drying, flat ironing, not spilling...all for naught.  Sigh.)  You can also see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I take them to a professional.  This was the best one out of several.  Okay, the last one was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Palt4JzifWI/TYpfF2CImWI/AAAAAAAABwg/A41hhtdY8gI/s1600/ZBD5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Palt4JzifWI/TYpfF2CImWI/AAAAAAAABwg/A41hhtdY8gI/s400/ZBD5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587382841714973026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdzvZHXcCoU/TYpjDA9-nPI/AAAAAAAABxw/Zpo1GyuIIZ4/s1600/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdzvZHXcCoU/TYpjDA9-nPI/AAAAAAAABxw/Zpo1GyuIIZ4/s400/kids1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587387191157234930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-1995695542920724520?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1995695542920724520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=1995695542920724520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1995695542920724520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1995695542920724520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/boys-birthdays.html' title='Boys&apos; Birthdays!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpYz7PB00BM/TYpff6zAS3I/AAAAAAAABxo/g4ZmLYKSDhY/s72-c/KBD8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5340126616327225986</id><published>2011-03-23T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:54:54.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 27 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I started to complain about our unreliable internet service delaying my  postings until the next morning...uhhh, hellooo... **whining** which is  what I'm trying to stop!!!  So I will be grateful that I can get online  right now (and that we are switching providers in the next week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday  was another beautiful day!  My sister and her family were still here  visiting so finding things to be grateful for was easy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  Six babies having a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qy-SB93WWpg/TYn6AsfJdMI/AAAAAAAABwQ/TLbcnwQ8HFo/s1600/3.223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qy-SB93WWpg/TYn6AsfJdMI/AAAAAAAABwQ/TLbcnwQ8HFo/s400/3.223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587271702578558146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  A full table...and good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_mjT7WA2XM/TYn6BUm6R0I/AAAAAAAABwY/pOjI-kGhveY/s1600/3.224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_mjT7WA2XM/TYn6BUm6R0I/AAAAAAAABwY/pOjI-kGhveY/s400/3.224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587271713348536130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A pretty tea party (these set ups are fewer and farther between anymore around here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AhEA-059zk/TYn5_0vVpJI/AAAAAAAABwA/t46gfe46fJM/s1600/3.221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AhEA-059zk/TYn5_0vVpJI/AAAAAAAABwA/t46gfe46fJM/s400/3.221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587271687614080146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.  The wild and crazies enjoying their prim &amp;amp; proper tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWCEO7TfmXs/TYn6AZt4mLI/AAAAAAAABwI/2fZNgnLM_xQ/s1600/3.222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWCEO7TfmXs/TYn6AZt4mLI/AAAAAAAABwI/2fZNgnLM_xQ/s400/3.222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587271697540094130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.  A quiet evening with Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5340126616327225986?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5340126616327225986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5340126616327225986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5340126616327225986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5340126616327225986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-27-gratitude.html' title='Day 27 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qy-SB93WWpg/TYn6AsfJdMI/AAAAAAAABwQ/TLbcnwQ8HFo/s72-c/3.223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2943441889531385835</id><published>2011-03-21T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:35:04.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 28 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six children, four adults, one house.  We're having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  Bubble blowers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FsJOKixocLY/TYgXTCWmf5I/AAAAAAAABv4/IZavl8Ntzcw/s1600/3-213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FsJOKixocLY/TYgXTCWmf5I/AAAAAAAABv4/IZavl8Ntzcw/s400/3-213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586740953569722258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  Underdogs from Uncles!  (notice the bike helmet...not a bad idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzrlL1MHiAA/TYgXS2pRk6I/AAAAAAAABvw/2QiRQ8xdAos/s1600/3-212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzrlL1MHiAA/TYgXS2pRk6I/AAAAAAAABvw/2QiRQ8xdAos/s400/3-212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586740950426817442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sliding smiles!  (This is my niece, Ava, or "Bayva" as Zane calls her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tuf5o34ylvs/TYgXSSFk9tI/AAAAAAAABvo/qWqwubYjZeQ/s1600/3-211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tuf5o34ylvs/TYgXSSFk9tI/AAAAAAAABvo/qWqwubYjZeQ/s400/3-211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586740940613416658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.  Giggles during picnics of snacks under the backyard tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Interesting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; spent, yes, once again, smearing henna mud in Jo &amp;amp; I's hair.  We are ravishing reds anew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2943441889531385835?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2943441889531385835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2943441889531385835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2943441889531385835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2943441889531385835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-28-gratitude.html' title='Day 28 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FsJOKixocLY/TYgXTCWmf5I/AAAAAAAABv4/IZavl8Ntzcw/s72-c/3-213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5206536938237735187</id><published>2011-03-21T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:15:51.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 29 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Sundays around our house are different from every other day.  The mornings are usually a little bit rushed for me...but the kiddos relish the time not doing normal chores and crank up iTunes for their jam and dance session in the office.  No, not overly pious tunes...Dirty Bit by the Black Eyed Peas and That's Not My Name by the Ting-Tings being their current favs.  Oh dear!  Anyway...here are my things I was thankful for yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The first day of Spring...beautiful weather near 80!&lt;br /&gt;2.  The monstrously large carrot we discovered that had over-wintered in our garden bed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz7N7QxSpn8/TYdbj9xzA0I/AAAAAAAABvg/4vn7Ep5n4l4/s1600/IMG_4774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz7N7QxSpn8/TYdbj9xzA0I/AAAAAAAABvg/4vn7Ep5n4l4/s200/IMG_4774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586534536213365570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu3wFKhNomw/TYdbjrx2meI/AAAAAAAABvY/5IIcOecPUL8/s1600/IMG_4776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu3wFKhNomw/TYdbjrx2meI/AAAAAAAABvY/5IIcOecPUL8/s200/IMG_4776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586534531381762530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81o1b5VMfLs/TYdbjYqqeHI/AAAAAAAABvQ/BgaaqlWj0oo/s1600/IMG_4777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81o1b5VMfLs/TYdbjYqqeHI/AAAAAAAABvQ/BgaaqlWj0oo/s200/IMG_4777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586534526251333746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Delightful giggles as a van full of cousins arrived in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Authentic relationships...not much hyper-real stuff around for the day!&lt;br /&gt;5. Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5206536938237735187?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5206536938237735187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5206536938237735187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5206536938237735187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5206536938237735187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-29-gratitude.html' title='Day 29 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz7N7QxSpn8/TYdbj9xzA0I/AAAAAAAABvg/4vn7Ep5n4l4/s72-c/IMG_4774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-1638645797296455063</id><published>2011-03-19T23:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:46:14.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Day 30 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today brought unexpected events.  A sick baby, again.  Not being able to watch Elena's first soccer game of the season.  Minutes turned into hours first scrubbing, then sealing the grout of our kitchen, bath &amp;amp; entry floors.  A fun shopping trip alone with Kai.  The time now is surely for rest...but first, here are my five things to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Audiobooks...The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom...my motivation to complete today's work.&lt;br /&gt;2.  A kneepad to cushion the hard tile.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Good spirits for Zane...hopefully this time around he is truly well.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Fresh nodding daffodils, dripping with raindrops, in front of our home.&lt;br /&gt;5.  The glisten in Elena &amp;amp; Kai's eyes as they recount their fun on the soccer fields.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-1638645797296455063?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1638645797296455063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=1638645797296455063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1638645797296455063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1638645797296455063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-30-gratitude.html' title='Day 30 - Gratitude'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2266967820784938082</id><published>2011-03-18T17:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:51:31.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>40 Days...er 31 Days of Lent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyRZYoqiXzY/TYPcwVC0V_I/AAAAAAAABvI/LgYMGZihaco/s1600/DrPepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyRZYoqiXzY/TYPcwVC0V_I/AAAAAAAABvI/LgYMGZihaco/s200/DrPepper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585550685710342130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So not surprisingly (to me, at least) it has taken me almost 10 days  during Lent to figure out what I'm going to take up or give up during  the season.  Following the ancient church calendar is still relatively  new to us...not being Catholic or formally part of any congregation  where that is tradition...but we've been doing it several years now at  &lt;a href="http://voxdeicommunity.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  And when I couldn't even recall what I did/did not do last year I  realized I had better put some thought into it this time around.  It was  probably Dr Pepper.  That's what I first thought of doing for this  year...seriously, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Resa&lt;/span&gt;?  There has to be something more than rejecting  my occasional indulgence in the sweet syrup of 23 mingled flavors to  turn my heart and mind toward the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been mulling ideas around in my head and I'm sure prayed about it here and there the last couple days...I've been a little under the weather so there where my mind has all drifted is a little hard to recall.  Anyway, I've realized that I'm kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt;.  How did I figure that out?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uuuhhh&lt;/span&gt;...I believe that would be in the three little reflections running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amuck&lt;/span&gt; around here.  I don't think the H.A.L.T.  acronym (Hungry? Angry? Lonely? Tired?) will work quite as well to combat complaining for me as will conscience gratitude.  Therefore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt; it is.  Five items that I am grateful for each day, pictures optional, but posted to my blog to keep myself accountable.  They will be, surprise again, bits and pieces of my life...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;will be simple...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; that incline my heart to thank God for the blessings in my life.  Here's my beginning for day 31:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  My new sewing nook at the far end of my laundry room.  It makes me smile being able to sit down and create without having to set things up or go into the basement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giKCFsqarH4/TYPcfsJJ_aI/AAAAAAAABu4/OR12AuqIhHA/s1600/IMG_4748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giKCFsqarH4/TYPcfsJJ_aI/AAAAAAAABu4/OR12AuqIhHA/s400/IMG_4748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585550399853165986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  Notes to leprechauns on St. Patrick's Day.  And the fact that she thought to use the dictionary to spell "leprechaun" when all I could think of was Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRawhesf8O4/TYPcfos6uBI/AAAAAAAABuw/OqqdS4VzSnE/s1600/IMG_4750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRawhesf8O4/TYPcfos6uBI/AAAAAAAABuw/OqqdS4VzSnE/s400/IMG_4750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585550398929418258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.  A big backyard and a big tree for climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEhsIsSxxp0/TYPcfB9GCDI/AAAAAAAABuo/-JKiy0wkv6U/s1600/IMG_4752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEhsIsSxxp0/TYPcfB9GCDI/AAAAAAAABuo/-JKiy0wkv6U/s400/IMG_4752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585550388528285746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.  Hooded jackets to keep my boys cozy while swinging in early spring.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zUEwWUJU8mA/TYPcevlTWPI/AAAAAAAABug/SCUCCBUWd9A/s1600/IMG_4753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zUEwWUJU8mA/TYPcevlTWPI/AAAAAAAABug/SCUCCBUWd9A/s400/IMG_4753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585550383596656882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.  That my husband knows to take us out for dinner when he's spent this whole day of vacation on the disc golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2266967820784938082?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2266967820784938082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2266967820784938082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2266967820784938082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2266967820784938082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/40-dayser-31-days-of-lent.html' title='40 Days...er 31 Days of Lent'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyRZYoqiXzY/TYPcwVC0V_I/AAAAAAAABvI/LgYMGZihaco/s72-c/DrPepper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-174700558674971664</id><published>2011-03-02T17:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:02:23.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilla Rose'/><title type='text'>In Lieu of a Home Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXeNC73ZTbw/TW7f97B993I/AAAAAAAABuQ/9CeBVYC-TqU/s1600/Dragonfly%2BFlexi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXeNC73ZTbw/TW7f97B993I/AAAAAAAABuQ/9CeBVYC-TqU/s320/Dragonfly%2BFlexi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579643243269584754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went in head first and signed on as a consultant!  Of course I would do such a thing!  It all started when I was surfing around one of my favorite blogs and ran across a post about the beautiful hair clips sold by &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;Lilla Rose&lt;/a&gt;.  I ordered one, have LOVED it, thought about hosting a party, decided I wanted to order several more for Elena and I plus some for gifts and today (with Eric's okay, of course) I signed on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tutorial for the drop bun at left is &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/resaruth/flexi-sizing-and-styling.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a consultant I have my "own" website that friends can use to place orders whenever they want.  And there is so much more to browse than just Flexi Clips!  Jewelry, hair sticks, lanyards, eyeglass holders...all with an elegant and decidedly feminine appeal. This week is perfect for placing an order as there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free shipping&lt;/span&gt; on all orders over $20 through Sunday, March 6!  Go ahead...it's all ready at &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth&lt;/a&gt;!  I've also started making a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lilla-Rose-Resa-Eastwood#%21/pages/Lilla-Rose-Resa-Eastwood/168041273246126"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;--ya know, one that you can "like" and all that, but it doesn't have much on it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it seems like a great company to be a part of and Paula, the gal I signed on under, has been really helpful and friendly.  At this time I'm not planning on spending a lot of time on this...since it is mainly for my benefit :)...so if you're a local friend and want to try before you buy just let me know as later this week I will have samples of 5 different Flexi-Clips.  And I'm sure I'll host a party sometime or other...but &lt;a href="http://www.mythirtyone.com/SaraMannino"&gt;Sara's Thirty-One party&lt;/a&gt; and bridesmaid-Bunco night all come first :) !  Later....The Girl with the Dragonfly HairDo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-174700558674971664?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/174700558674971664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=174700558674971664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/174700558674971664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/174700558674971664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-lieu-of-home-party.html' title='In Lieu of a Home Party...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXeNC73ZTbw/TW7f97B993I/AAAAAAAABuQ/9CeBVYC-TqU/s72-c/Dragonfly%2BFlexi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-9121426587220083897</id><published>2011-02-03T15:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:36:27.963-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvements'/><title type='text'>Happily Laundry After!</title><content type='html'>14 loads and counting in the new laundry room.  It's currently functional, soon to be marvelous.  Remember where we started out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbxJwxWdI/AAAAAAAABt4/B_1GYv1D_QY/s1600/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbxJwxWdI/AAAAAAAABt4/B_1GYv1D_QY/s400/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575895421770194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cramped into the tiny room off our half bath, which is off our kitchen.  Up to about 8 weeks ago, I'd never really thought moving or changing this space was in the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there goes my washer, up, up, up the stairs!  (Thanks for helping Vince!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbxPxe5II/AAAAAAAABtw/JuNCg39M4vo/s1600/IMG_4452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbxPxe5II/AAAAAAAABtw/JuNCg39M4vo/s400/IMG_4452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575897035367554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they are not talking about laundry...probably disc golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbw3h-JeI/AAAAAAAABto/Eqp25r9HEH0/s1600/IMG_4454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbw3h-JeI/AAAAAAAABto/Eqp25r9HEH0/s400/IMG_4454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575890527856098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where once was just a wall with some artwork, now you see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; from our entryway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbwpcslgI/AAAAAAAABtg/msgCaxCMhpw/s1600/IMG_4502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbwpcslgI/AAAAAAAABtg/msgCaxCMhpw/s400/IMG_4502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575886747637250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind door number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbfevkVUI/AAAAAAAABtY/LALGotiKmsQ/s1600/IMG_4504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbfevkVUI/AAAAAAAABtY/LALGotiKmsQ/s400/IMG_4504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575591816222018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new washer and dryer!  No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And behind door number 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbfJIZCBI/AAAAAAAABtQ/L-QndfyqtL4/s1600/IMG_4505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbfJIZCBI/AAAAAAAABtQ/L-QndfyqtL4/s400/IMG_4505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575586014758930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew I bought this table on sale for some good reason!  It will do until we build the countertop with a hanging bar underneath.  Maria came up with the idea to hang clothes under the table, rather than along the side wall which would have blocked the walking path.  Yay for friends who have organizing "thoughts"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbe_eA4MI/AAAAAAAABtI/q7MAOfqu2WM/s1600/IMG_4507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbe_eA4MI/AAAAAAAABtI/q7MAOfqu2WM/s400/IMG_4507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575583421096130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This corner will have built-in shelves for supplies and maybe some kind of bin system for sorting clothes.  The roller cart is working for now...I've had that thing since college and it hasn't served any useful purpose for several years...it's feels loved right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbeVP-XyI/AAAAAAAABtA/nC-vA5mWPJ8/s1600/IMG_4506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbeVP-XyI/AAAAAAAABtA/nC-vA5mWPJ8/s400/IMG_4506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575572087922466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at all that "extra" space.  I probably should have moved my sewing table up there today...but I've been reading blogs about remodeling.  Sigh.  Guess what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbeTn-ihI/AAAAAAAABs4/nYnOPQ3GXuM/s1600/IMG_4457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbeTn-ihI/AAAAAAAABs4/nYnOPQ3GXuM/s400/IMG_4457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575571651725842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, gotta fix the old room!  We tore into the walls to move the water lines and electric wires.  Those patches have to be sanded, mudded again and then I'll paint the whole room the same pretty aqua that's in the new room.  There are shelves to build, furniture to move in, kitchen cabinets to empty....it will be our kitchen overflow pantry/storage room.  Then the real fun begins in the kitchen...but we're going to take a break first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way--Eric, thanks for tackling this job...you really are awesome at making our home more functional and more beautiful, I love the new room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-9121426587220083897?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9121426587220083897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=9121426587220083897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/9121426587220083897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/9121426587220083897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/02/happily-laundry-after.html' title='Happily Laundry After!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUsbxJwxWdI/AAAAAAAABt4/B_1GYv1D_QY/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8384397811630143791</id><published>2011-02-03T11:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:37:00.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>The Apple Juice Song</title><content type='html'>So Zane baby is singing now.  It takes him about a minute and a half to get going in this clip...probably because he was rockin' out to his tune right before I turned on the camera.  Elena and Kai will join in at the end with some comments...you have to check out Kai's necklace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="370" id="viddler_74d8d9b3"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/74d8d9b3/"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/74d8d9b3/" width="437" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" name="viddler_74d8d9b3"&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/22616688-8384397811630143791?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8384397811630143791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8384397811630143791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8384397811630143791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8384397811630143791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/02/apple-juice-song.html' title='The Apple Juice Song'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3091585762073613455</id><published>2011-01-27T08:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:12:55.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilla Rose'/><title type='text'>Hair Toys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGJVJD6sbI/AAAAAAAABss/VfpWIkOnsLQ/s1600/IMG_4362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGJVJD6sbI/AAAAAAAABss/VfpWIkOnsLQ/s400/IMG_4362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566881610709250482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know, I'm a little crazy with posting more things about hair.  I suppose it is just turning into a hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I purchased the most wonderfully awesome hair toy a couple weeks ago and wanted to show it off.  That, and tell you to buy one!  This is my sister modeling a &lt;a href="http://www.lillarose.biz/ResaRuth"&gt;Lilla Rose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flexi&lt;/span&gt;-Clip&lt;/a&gt; on her henna head (aren't her curls and color just fab?).  Finally, something that will hold our thick, thick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;updos&lt;/span&gt; and look good doing it!   The flexi's jewels are wired together and the metal stick is permanently attached.  Little notches on the stick allow it to clasp and hold firmly in your hair.  Wonderful invention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilla Rose has a beautiful, full line of hair jewelry and other accessories...available in a vast range of sizes so if you don't have a mop on your head, you can still wear their snazzy pretties.  I might be hosting a home party if I have some more friends interested...so let me know if you like the things you see on the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's hair is so thick that this flexi in a size large can barely handle a half-up twist.  She'll definitely need an extra large for an updo.  I want to order a medium for ponytails and an extra large for buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGI5Kjet6I/AAAAAAAABsU/jDRvltJFAEY/s1600/IMG_4364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGI5Kjet6I/AAAAAAAABsU/jDRvltJFAEY/s400/IMG_4364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566881130073733026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, I'd like to introduce you to my old friends, my Clairol hot rollers.  They arrived gift wrapped under the Christmas tree back in 1988 or so.  I fell in love day 1.  I hope they last for years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGI4RiwzuI/AAAAAAAABsM/9nqcPwsTW8M/s1600/IMG_4444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGI4RiwzuI/AAAAAAAABsM/9nqcPwsTW8M/s400/IMG_4444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566881114769903330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair loves them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGI4NnYeXI/AAAAAAAABsE/STX_T7nrnXg/s1600/IMG_4440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGI4NnYeXI/AAAAAAAABsE/STX_T7nrnXg/s400/IMG_4440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566881113715538290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the hair toy for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGI4ILHotI/AAAAAAAABr8/T9dTRPUeQVU/s1600/IMG_4451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGI4ILHotI/AAAAAAAABr8/T9dTRPUeQVU/s400/IMG_4451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566881112254816978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for the stick that fits this jewel for a few months.  Found it this morning in the bottom of the bowl I keep my shower scrunchies in on the shelves in my bathroom.  Right under my nose the whole time!  It was purchased on my honeymoon in Cancun...one of the many do-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dahs&lt;/span&gt; I picked up from the tourist trap markets...and I think the only one left in my possession.  It's made to perhaps go over a ponytail, but doesn't like to stay in my hair that way.  Then it's also too small to hold my slick hair in a twist, so this half-up twist held with a pony elastic first, then the clip placed over it works &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3091585762073613455?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3091585762073613455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3091585762073613455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3091585762073613455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3091585762073613455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/hair-toys.html' title='Hair Toys!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUGJVJD6sbI/AAAAAAAABss/VfpWIkOnsLQ/s72-c/IMG_4362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8364123559301779007</id><published>2011-01-27T07:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T08:46:47.676-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Special Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF92r6FCCI/AAAAAAAABrs/mzz9i-Z3SFQ/s1600/cle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF92r6FCCI/AAAAAAAABrs/mzz9i-Z3SFQ/s400/cle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566868992859375650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I continually thank God for all the dear friends he has blessed me with in every season of life!  Really, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;  speechless.  There simply is nothing better to me than to be able to  sit with someone and not say a word and feel completely  comfortable...even warm and fuzzy.  So I thought I would just post some recent pictures of me and a few of the sweet people in my life.  (There are many more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one is my Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cle&lt;/span&gt;.  She lives near Tampa, Florida so we only get to see each other once or twice a year...though I'd sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to go to her more often, she usually comes here with my Uncle Ed on their way to/from friends and family in North Central Kansas and Denver.  She speaks into my life with wisdom in so many ways and I love her to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy here is more than just my friend...she is also one of my home school partners and fellow slave as she helps me clean my house during our weekly (well, when we don't make a good excuse) cleaning exchange!  I mean really, if someone has cleaned the dirt off your kitchen floor or wiped the toothpaste crud in your sink they pretty much have to either love you or be paid good money!  We have many adventures together and our kiddos are great friends too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF9gcue4AI/AAAAAAAABrc/Snd_sRT85JM/s1600/kath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF9gcue4AI/AAAAAAAABrc/Snd_sRT85JM/s400/kath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566868610827083778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Maria just turned 40!  Gasp!  Of course, you'd never know it to look at the beautiful girl.  For sure I have loved watching her grow in grace and wisdom over the last almost 9 years of our friendship.  She's the one I call when I'm sobbing about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; and need someone to list to my woes and help me pull up my bootstraps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF6qy6IxSI/AAAAAAAABrM/C_g87bgVDz4/s1600/IMG_4320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF6qy6IxSI/AAAAAAAABrM/C_g87bgVDz4/s400/IMG_4320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566865490045355298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and Maria is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; prim and proper (ha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF6qgOQLII/AAAAAAAABrE/Tj3f7c4nfTw/s1600/IMG_4319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF6qgOQLII/AAAAAAAABrE/Tj3f7c4nfTw/s400/IMG_4319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566865485029452930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF_ServwTI/AAAAAAAABr0/GLVh9ifgpnM/s1600/Peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF_ServwTI/AAAAAAAABr0/GLVh9ifgpnM/s400/Peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566870569857564978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Peaceful, and no, I didn't choose her as a friend just because of her awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; name!  We met, oh, probably our first week or two in college.  We lived on the same floor of our dorm.  As it turns out, she went to high school with my husband and was one of his favorite girl friends (not in the romantic sense) growing up!  She is now a home educator herself to her 4 beautiful girls and lives about an hour away out in the country.  We don't see each other often enough, but can pick up a conversation in an instant...and we're thankful for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inboxes&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one lady in my life that I've known a little bit longer than all the others...my sister Jodi!  I can't say enough about how she has blessed my entire life!  Even this morning when she called with my 6:15 wake up call...she let me know that it was 20 degrees outside my window but on its way up to 43.  Why, thank you very much, that was so helpful in getting me out of my warm and cozy bed :) .  (I did get up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;).  We usually talk everyday and help each grow through the ups and downs of life.  We are going to try and travel back and forth to our homes every 4-6 weeks this year.  With 6 kiddos between us it's a little crazy, but two mommas makes it even more fun!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF669INHbI/AAAAAAAABrU/Jj9TsSkEvCY/s1600/IMG_4373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF669INHbI/AAAAAAAABrU/Jj9TsSkEvCY/s400/IMG_4373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566865767666621874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, the best friend that I chose to live my daily life with, side by side.  This is my Eric.  There is a peaceful joy that comes with the deep love and commitment of marriage.  We're almost to the 15 year mark...and some days it seems we're still just two kids in love!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF6qce05-I/AAAAAAAABq8/zaV7KDzKJVE/s1600/IMG_4325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF6qce05-I/AAAAAAAABq8/zaV7KDzKJVE/s400/IMG_4325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566865484025227234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8364123559301779007?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8364123559301779007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8364123559301779007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8364123559301779007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8364123559301779007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/special-gifts.html' title='Special Gifts'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF92r6FCCI/AAAAAAAABrs/mzz9i-Z3SFQ/s72-c/cle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-7544064940163172395</id><published>2011-01-27T07:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T07:58:19.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvements'/><title type='text'>It's Getting Closer....</title><content type='html'>Closer to wash day, that is!!  Today is day 12 without a washing machine and believe it or not, we all still have clean undies!  At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; Monday night my girlfriends asked if I'd hit the laundromat yet...and funny thing is it hadn't even crossed my mind that that was an option.  I think after 9 1/2 years of going to the laundromat before owning our own home, my brain decided to hit the delete button on loading clothes baskets into the car (or pulling them down flights of stairs and across the courtyard in a one-wheeled giant trash barrel as it may have been).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are my pretty gallons of paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4PHWc1JI/AAAAAAAABq0/Xq4pABLY3JU/s1600/IMG_4417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4PHWc1JI/AAAAAAAABq0/Xq4pABLY3JU/s400/IMG_4417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566862815473226898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oooooo&lt;/span&gt;....love the light turquoise or "Meadow Mist" as &lt;a href="http://www.lowes.com/pd_70201-4-007.0070201.007_4294806282+4294868281_4294937087_?productId=3083663&amp;amp;Ns=p_product_rating%7C0&amp;amp;pl=1&amp;amp;currentURL=%2Fpl_Interior_4294806282%2B4294868281_4294937087_%3FNs%3Dp_product_rating%7C0&amp;amp;facetInfo=Interior"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Valspar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this was our first time using this brand &amp;amp; not sure we'll use it again) has named it.  The light color is called basket and is a rich cream with yellow undertones.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;looove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new paint!  After painting every room in our home almost twice, I'm not as enthusiastic about the actual painting these days, but I've still got skills and can cut in with a brush alone quite nicely, thank you very much!  Every time I'm on the step stool carefully painting the line next to the ceiling I think of &lt;a href="http://www.mattandshari.com/"&gt;Matt from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HGTV's&lt;/span&gt; Room by Room&lt;/a&gt;...I watched almost every episode of that show for 5 years when we lived in married student housing at UT and he totally taught me tons of painting tricks!  This is a picture of all of us priming...the kiddos love to help paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4PGBJ3OI/AAAAAAAABqs/eXTIye2RHu8/s1600/IMG_4415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4PGBJ3OI/AAAAAAAABqs/eXTIye2RHu8/s400/IMG_4415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566862815115468002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is.  Shades of aqua are my favorite colors, but my home is mostly painted with warm tones of green and yellow, so blues don't go with the flow so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4O5iRg_I/AAAAAAAABqk/X2HOjSWGNdM/s1600/IMG_4424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4O5iRg_I/AAAAAAAABqk/X2HOjSWGNdM/s400/IMG_4424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566862811764720626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we added it on the wall that you can't see from the hall, but that will give me great joy when I go in to work on the dreaded piles.  Eric worked on the floor last night...the same easy peel and stick tiles that we laid in our upstairs bath.  He'll finish that tonight, try to hook up the electric outlets tomorrow and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;, just maybe, we'll be ready to roll on Saturday!  Finishing touches like all the trim, shelving, racks etc. can be added as time goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4OxKef_I/AAAAAAAABqc/_doHDy-BR30/s1600/IMG_4425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4OxKef_I/AAAAAAAABqc/_doHDy-BR30/s400/IMG_4425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566862809517424626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-7544064940163172395?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7544064940163172395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=7544064940163172395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7544064940163172395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7544064940163172395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-getting-closer.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Closer....'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TUF4PHWc1JI/AAAAAAAABq0/Xq4pABLY3JU/s72-c/IMG_4417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-1853948182387731610</id><published>2011-01-24T14:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:26:41.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Our Resident Poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TT3uWo21pBI/AAAAAAAABqU/69FHO58qFzA/s1600/kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TT3uWo21pBI/AAAAAAAABqU/69FHO58qFzA/s400/kai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565866787191759890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poetry is one of the most delightful subjects in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;.  I have always been a fan of verses especially for children and the kiddos are learning to enjoy little ditties here and there.  This year we've focused on Robert Frost, which seems to be some of Kai's inspiration here...we just read "The Pasture" last week and today we studied a photograph of a lonely pony out on a mountainside.  I suppose it's hard to tell with a Kindergartner!  Kai would like to be a veterinarian when he grows up, but his start in poetry isn't half bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horse Wind&lt;br /&gt;by Kai Eastwood, age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the wind goes by&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cheers&lt;br /&gt;for the great wind of the horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horses and the darkness of of the night&lt;br /&gt;And while it goes by the wind blows on them.&lt;br /&gt;Their tails wish in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And the gates go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it goes--&lt;br /&gt;The defending of the horses&lt;br /&gt;is the night of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poem #2 (actually written last week):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fielders&lt;br /&gt;by Kai Eastwood, age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the trees the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows when the tree goes.&lt;br /&gt;And out in the light the darkness comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkness the bats come.&lt;br /&gt;And out in the field&lt;br /&gt;You see the cornstalk grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are millions of cornstalks to grow.&lt;br /&gt;The horses that ride in the deep end&lt;br /&gt;Out in the fields where everything grows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-1853948182387731610?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1853948182387731610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=1853948182387731610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1853948182387731610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/1853948182387731610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-resident-poet.html' title='Our Resident Poet'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TT3uWo21pBI/AAAAAAAABqU/69FHO58qFzA/s72-c/kai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2028267261980260830</id><published>2011-01-22T19:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:16:49.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Word on the Street</title><content type='html'>Almost the end of January, but I finally have it!  My theme word for the year!  It seems to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; thing to do out here in blog-land so I decided to jump on the bandwagon (thank you &lt;a href="http://teagirlworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://onceuponacanvas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; many others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read my earlier post, you'll know I was tossing around the word "work".  Ugh.  That really didn't sound like much fun and I wanted to at least inspire myself when I saw my word posted here and there.  So I prayed some more about it and today it came to me.  I was valiantly searching my house for the bag of chore magnets that go to one of our kid chore&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTuOv9sGVqI/AAAAAAAABqM/2kVAkj3FAPg/s1600/IMG_4413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTuOv9sGVqI/AAAAAAAABqM/2kVAkj3FAPg/s400/IMG_4413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565198719210903202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; charts...remodeling does not go well with "everything in it's place" as the places have to change!!  Anyway, while digging around I caught a glimpse of the cool sign that my dear friend Maria gave me for my birthday a couple years ago.  It simply says "GROW".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grow.&lt;/span&gt;  That is what I need to do.  In order to do it?  I must set goals.  I must trust God to help me change.  I must nurture my life rather than let it pass by.  Yes, I must work.  But I can work.  I can start small and grow bit by bit.  At the end of the year?  Perhaps a gentler and quieter spirit?  Perhaps I will love others more than today?  Perhaps I will know right where that bag of magnets can be found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...I went to the "Tea with Jane Austen" this afternoon at the Lee's Summit library with a few great friends.  Unfortunately, Jane couldn't make it, but the ladies from &lt;a href="http://jasna.org/"&gt;JASNA&lt;/a&gt; added the perfect touch...one in full costume!  I didn't grab Sandra in time for a picture but here are (from L to R) Kathy, Amy, Megan &amp;amp; me after an enjoyable teatime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTuOfcgMl2I/AAAAAAAABqE/whR4n-UKmH4/s1600/IMG_4410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTuOfcgMl2I/AAAAAAAABqE/whR4n-UKmH4/s400/IMG_4410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565198435424704354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2028267261980260830?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2028267261980260830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2028267261980260830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2028267261980260830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2028267261980260830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/word-on-street.html' title='The Word on the Street'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTuOv9sGVqI/AAAAAAAABqM/2kVAkj3FAPg/s72-c/IMG_4413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2898159670027247160</id><published>2011-01-22T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:44:09.687-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Not Mad Dog Hill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4pdWAh7I/AAAAAAAABp8/x-llrvfvTHA/s1600/IMG_4408.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4pdWAh7I/AAAAAAAABp8/x-llrvfvTHA/s400/IMG_4408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565174418193287090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4pdWAh7I/AAAAAAAABp8/x-llrvfvTHA/s1600/IMG_4408.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were hoping to go tackle the infamous "Mad Dog Hill" in Belton yesterday with our friends, the Thomases.  But alas, just like something I would do (according to Eric) Kathy brought every stitch of snow gear possible and left her sleds at home!  So over to their house we went...and got to try out the very fine sledding hill right across from their backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first "in-the-snow" experience for baby Zane.  I think he was toast by the time the above group shot was taken!  Okay, maybe he was toast from the beginning...it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; just a balmy 17 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jxo4vbI/AAAAAAAABp0/WEHNlB4xb_k/s1600/IMG_4399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jxo4vbI/AAAAAAAABp0/WEHNlB4xb_k/s400/IMG_4399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565174320561962418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai is fearless (surprise, surprise)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jum7gRI/AAAAAAAABps/0mIVP9QZzs4/s1600/IMG_4405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jum7gRI/AAAAAAAABps/0mIVP9QZzs4/s400/IMG_4405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565174319748448530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Elena-bug loves anything remotely in the fun catergory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jhncUwI/AAAAAAAABpk/Sqt0znIU0o8/s1600/IMG_4406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jhncUwI/AAAAAAAABpk/Sqt0znIU0o8/s400/IMG_4406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565174316260938498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was the one with the camera and did not get on the other side of the lens.  Kathy, on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jbRMc-I/AAAAAAAABpc/Oy6lwuEpaTA/s1600/IMG_4407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jbRMc-I/AAAAAAAABpc/Oy6lwuEpaTA/s400/IMG_4407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565174314557010914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a great time with the kiddos and took them out for lunch at Pizza Shoppe afterward!  Just another reason homeschooling rocks...with school done by 10 a.m. the sledding hills are all to ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was more snow action in our front yard with the neighbor kids.  Forts and snowballs to go along with a clowny snowman.  Elena and Caden were out there for at least two hours solid!  Three more inches tomorrow and maybe we'll make it over to Mad Dog Hill this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jTbaF2I/AAAAAAAABpU/RA6AfYL-hig/s1600/IMG_4412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4jTbaF2I/AAAAAAAABpU/RA6AfYL-hig/s400/IMG_4412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565174312452364130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2898159670027247160?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2898159670027247160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2898159670027247160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2898159670027247160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2898159670027247160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-mad-dog-hill.html' title='Not Mad Dog Hill...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTt4pdWAh7I/AAAAAAAABp8/x-llrvfvTHA/s72-c/IMG_4408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4710770708016787281</id><published>2011-01-19T17:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:45:14.224-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Snow Much Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTdw26GhQRI/AAAAAAAABo8/pLtFvGItGzo/s1600/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTdw26GhQRI/AAAAAAAABo8/pLtFvGItGzo/s400/snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564039953251385618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are in the midst of our second snowstorm of the winter...yea!  5"-7" are expected to fall here in the next 24 hours and we are hunkered down here at our nice and cozy warm home.  Actually, yesterday we had a brand-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spankin&lt;/span&gt;' new furnace installed...complete with a whole-house humidifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our poor snowman (from our first storm) evidently needs some "HELP!"  This is from the creative minds of children who read too much &lt;a href="http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/"&gt;Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laundry room relocation is coming along.  Eric is taking a day of vacation tomorrow in order to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mudding&lt;/span&gt; and taping the drywall.   I have paint colors picked out and am ready for action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTdyBPEsC3I/AAAAAAAABpM/aQz00qLphHs/s1600/waterlines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTdyBPEsC3I/AAAAAAAABpM/aQz00qLphHs/s400/waterlines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564041230191168370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I purchased all the tile yesterday and will be ready to stick it down as soon as the drywall mess is finished.  We're kind of on borrowed time as our washer has been unhooked since Saturday...just 4 days, but in an almost all-cloth household the timer is seemingly ticking loudly.  I keep telling the kids to use extra fast-food napkins instead of our normal cloth ones...they don't get it.  Zane, on the other hand, likes his paper diapers with pictures of "Minna-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mouche&lt;/span&gt;" (Mickey &amp;amp; Minnie) on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTdxVHhb_0I/AAAAAAAABpE/lzJ07ZFPAIA/s1600/largefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTdxVHhb_0I/AAAAAAAABpE/lzJ07ZFPAIA/s400/largefamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564040472250023746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of laundry, my new book came in the mail yesterday!  I'm so excited to delve into it...&lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/browse/product/?productid=38462&amp;amp;cid=285"&gt;Large Family Logistics&lt;/a&gt; is the title.  Although I don't have a "large" family per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;, I figure anything I can glean from a momma with nine children can help me out with my household of 5 plus two frogs.  I've already read a little and it's great...the first chapter was about becoming a wise woman (a Proverbs 31 woman, no less) and can't we all use a little more wisdom?  Her writing style is friendly, readable and practical.  I have great expectations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems most gals out here in blog-land are adopting theme words or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mottos&lt;/span&gt; for 2011.  I've yet to come up with just the right one to fit moi, but I'm leaning towards "work".  Yup.  Work.  My sister Jodi is very encouraging and has found some great online resources geared toward helping us be better women, wives and mommas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite so far is Kat over at &lt;a href="http://inspiredtoaction.com/"&gt;Inspired to Action&lt;/a&gt;.  Her whole site is dedicated to giving moms practical, Godly advice, and believe me, I need it!  The first thing she recommends?  Getting up early.  Oh, boy, here it goes again!  I had the best several weeks of motherhood EVER &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-house-aint-working.html"&gt;when I did that&lt;/a&gt; last year.  But I am lazy.  (See why that theme word might be the winner?)  Anyway, I've been up around 6:30 a.m. everyday since Sunday--Jo and I are giving each other a gentle wake up call.  Of course, God has had both of us laying in bed awake waiting for the alarm every morning since we started...I love it when He gets funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for all the women who take the time to keep a blog like Kat's.  Full of mission and ideas to share.  I really have learned so much from people around the world for everything from homeschooling to tips for vacations to what to cook for dinner to how to color my hair.  And it makes me laugh at my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mish&lt;/span&gt;-mash of topics.  I almost want to start a revolution with some grand and wonderful blog...but then it just wouldn't be little bits of my life would it?  Blessings!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Resa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4710770708016787281?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4710770708016787281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4710770708016787281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4710770708016787281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4710770708016787281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-much-fun.html' title='Snow Much Fun!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTdw26GhQRI/AAAAAAAABo8/pLtFvGItGzo/s72-c/snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2022893645516988823</id><published>2011-01-15T08:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:48:16.054-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Awww, not the bread sacks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTGu5SvPf-I/AAAAAAAABok/VTadyxmqGCo/s1600/Sledding-%2B157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTGu5SvPf-I/AAAAAAAABok/VTadyxmqGCo/s400/Sledding-%2B157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562419314085036002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took our kids, plus a couple extras in the form of my sweet nieces, sledding yesterday.  It was much fun and even little Stella managed to tromp up and down the big hills.  Everyone stayed cozy warm in layers of snow pants, mittens, stocking caps and boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, boots.  I do not own official snow boots.  I have my pretty brown suede fuzzy (Ugg-ish) boots with embroidered flowers or two different pairs of high heeled leather-ish designs to choose from.  Hmmm...guess it has to be the fuzzys.  They were okay for a bit, but then they of course got wet and my piggys were a bit chilled.  In comparison with my past snow life, however, they were fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jodi and I were about 9-15 years old, I suppose, we lived out in the country near our small hometown just west of Wichita.  We did not have boots.  We had tennies though, so anytime it was snowing Mom or Grandma would say "Here are the bread sacks!!"  Oh, jeez.  The bread sacks.  Slipped over your tennis shoes and afixed to the leg of your jeans with a rubber band, the slippery plastic was our only choice to avoid soaked socks and frozen toes.  Sure, we had lots of friends sporting their moon boots, all nice and cozy tromping through the drifts, but us?  Yeah, we would pull those sacks off our feet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the bus picked us up and stash them in the bushes next to the fence at the end of our drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out there were other bread sack wearers in our midst...notably Jodi's husband, Nate...and we never knew until laughing about it later.  I do believe I will continue to keep garage saling for our snow boot selection so my kiddos never have to don the things...though I do occasionally have a stash of bread sacks on hand...just in case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2022893645516988823?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2022893645516988823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2022893645516988823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2022893645516988823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2022893645516988823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/awww-not-bread-sacks.html' title='Awww, not the bread sacks!!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TTGu5SvPf-I/AAAAAAAABok/VTadyxmqGCo/s72-c/Sledding-%2B157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2892707109857320549</id><published>2011-01-06T16:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:55:36.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facelift</title><content type='html'>New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iMac&lt;/span&gt; in use!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Resa's&lt;/span&gt; Pieces has had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facelift&lt;/span&gt; today...I still have some kinks to work out with a new gadget that will clean up my columns, but it's easier on my eyes for now.  (Jodi, thanks for the &lt;a href="http://picnik.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Picnik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tip...I was able to do pretty much what I wanted in about 15 minutes in comparison to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt; I spent messing in Word.)  Picnik is the site I used to make the new photo header...you should try it out!  If anyone else has ideas for me, please let me know as I'm a little perplexed when it comes to tinkering with HTML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2892707109857320549?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2892707109857320549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2892707109857320549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2892707109857320549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2892707109857320549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/facelift.html' title='Facelift'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-3111099868407506083</id><published>2011-01-05T15:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:21:38.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>Grandma Ruthie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TSTmB6AZ8ZI/AAAAAAAABmg/WxEmCxEOcBs/s1600/Ruthie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TSTmB6AZ8ZI/AAAAAAAABmg/WxEmCxEOcBs/s400/Ruthie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558820760507249042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Grandmother's birthday is today.  She was born in 1927...and would have turned 84.  This photo was taken on her 80&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;--the last birthday party she enjoyed on this earth.  She was a funny duck...if I remember correctly, she even slipped out and left this party early so she wouldn't have to drive home in the dark...or to watch football...I can't remember which!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's amazing to me how many ways she lives on in our lives.  So many little sayings that just come as easy as breathing in and out are followed by me reminding my children "you know who always said this?" or "that's straight from Grandma Ruth!".  "Booty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ma'amer&lt;/span&gt;" is the most used one...it means it's darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tootin&lt;/span&gt;' cold outside and I guess it started when I was visiting her one winter...younger than my little Zane and called her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ma'amer&lt;/span&gt;.  I keep lists like her, I wear her jewelry regularly, my purse is compartmentalized just like she kept hers and when I remember, I grab her bowling shoes to slip on when we go.  I've even been tempted to by some warm and fuzzy snow boots like she loved...but am not sure I'd wear them with my sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we were out visiting family in Wichita and one of my cousins that came to the annual "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Snook&lt;/span&gt; Bowling Christmas" surprised me by a line of questioning that sounded like it came straight from Grandma's mouth.  She was a little shocked when I told her that was just what Ruthie always would ask me!  Later that night, my sister commented on how she noticed that very same cousin with identical mannerisms to Grandma...I shared my story and we laughed--not at our cousin, but at how much you just never know where the essence of our Grandma is going to show up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day after Thanksgiving, I went out for some mega-shopping.  I'd gone at midnight with a friend to get some deals, but then again super-early on my own.  Every store I entered was filled with groups of people, mostly women, looking similar, laughing, enjoying the time just being together.  I felt the twang of moments lost.  I'm not near my mom or my sisters so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; my heart twists just a bit at the longing for sharing those times with them.  On my 20 minute drive up to another shopping area the tears came.  Sometimes I'm really lonely.  Yes, even surrounded by friends at every corner, that emptiness can creep in and settle for a bit.  I had the radio on, tuned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KLOVE&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christmasy&lt;/span&gt; tunes one after another.  The DJ spoke:  "Isn't it wonderful that because of our great Savior we can truly say that everyday is Thanksgiving".  I stopped and marveled.  Grandma Ruth said that "everyday is .... Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, your Birthday" all the time!  So much that it would actually get annoying and I remember replying to her on more than one occasion that NO, it is not everyday, Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, Ruthie, speaking to me even through the radio...telling me to dry those tears and be glad for where I am now.  And I am glad that she is still here, living on in my heart, while truly living in the presence of the King.  Happy Birthday Grandma...I'll be listening.  Love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Resa&lt;/span&gt; Ruth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-3111099868407506083?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3111099868407506083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=3111099868407506083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3111099868407506083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/3111099868407506083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/grandma-ruthies-birthday.html' title='Grandma Ruthie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TSTmB6AZ8ZI/AAAAAAAABmg/WxEmCxEOcBs/s72-c/Ruthie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8391956038561396655</id><published>2010-12-29T08:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:18:43.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvements'/><title type='text'>This is the way we wash our clothes...</title><content type='html'>"We're going to redo our kitchen."  Yup, saved the best for last.  Really, we've done something to about every inch of this house...including the kitchen floor...but what was really needed from the beginning (9 YEARS ago-gasp!) was a new kitchen sink!  So Monday we started building a new laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  Well, our laundry room is off the kitchen--through the half bathroom--and my lovely friend Kathy happened to remark that the only space we have to make the kitchen larger (w/o moving the entire back wall of the house) is into the laundry room.  Ah-ha!  This cramped, tiny little room has been a workhorse and could be much worse...but it will be even better as a walk-in pantry/utility room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLjHGD8WI/AAAAAAAABmA/k7RQUVuuFnY/s1600/IMG_4133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLjHGD8WI/AAAAAAAABmA/k7RQUVuuFnY/s400/IMG_4133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117631863615842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Eric and I had been wanting to peer into the attic space along the upstairs hallway that connects the master bedroom and Elena's room to see what we had back there.  He cut a lovely chunk of drywall out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLeb2FMqI/AAAAAAAABl4/BuAMgLHggIA/s1600/IMG_4131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLeb2FMqI/AAAAAAAABl4/BuAMgLHggIA/s400/IMG_4131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117551534387874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what we saw...perfect!  Well, almost...there are some tricky spots, but it will work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLeBWdf5I/AAAAAAAABlw/6KTT1tcpyI0/s1600/IMG_4108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLeBWdf5I/AAAAAAAABlw/6KTT1tcpyI0/s400/IMG_4108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117544422440850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis, Eric's brother offered to come help this Monday...and believe me, you don't turn that man down on an offer of help...he knows what he's doing and works hard!  That's him standing in our hallway that is about to have a huge hole cut into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLeMF9BpI/AAAAAAAABlo/QuV3onwa-rw/s1600/IMG_4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLeMF9BpI/AAAAAAAABlo/QuV3onwa-rw/s400/IMG_4095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117547305993874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought the whole family, so me and the kids got to play with all four of their girlies and my sis-in-law Kim for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtQoY9mL6I/AAAAAAAABmY/Ohr8-DN9O8g/s1600/IMG_4106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtQoY9mL6I/AAAAAAAABmY/Ohr8-DN9O8g/s400/IMG_4106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556123220117434274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for snacks in the jump-o-line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtQoFR5rmI/AAAAAAAABmQ/5JvyxI1ETzI/s1600/IMG_4104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtQoFR5rmI/AAAAAAAABmQ/5JvyxI1ETzI/s400/IMG_4104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556123214833888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLeC5mp1I/AAAAAAAABlg/288iCCr8l1M/s1600/IMG_4103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLeC5mp1I/AAAAAAAABlg/288iCCr8l1M/s400/IMG_4103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117544838276946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai got to help move up the subfloor.  He got those worker gloves with his tool set for Christmas...he's so excited.  Let me find a picture real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLd5UDAMI/AAAAAAAABlY/seZ6r7IQb4Q/s1600/IMG_4111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLd5UDAMI/AAAAAAAABlY/seZ6r7IQb4Q/s400/IMG_4111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117542264832194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's so stinkin' cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtN4p2o9pI/AAAAAAAABmI/tTYdfQnFPPo/s1600/IMG_3964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtN4p2o9pI/AAAAAAAABmI/tTYdfQnFPPo/s400/IMG_3964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556120200994682514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the guys got the subfloor in after spending HOURS rerouting electrical wire then the roof support wall framed.  The wiring job was wild.  Evidently our builder just strung things this way and that...and all of it was right across this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLMW-_byI/AAAAAAAABlQ/82i1_1mCVYs/s1600/IMG_4113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLMW-_byI/AAAAAAAABlQ/82i1_1mCVYs/s400/IMG_4113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117240991936290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, before disc golf of course, Eric framed up the entryway which will eventually have double beveled hinged doors.  The washer and dryer will sit right behind the doors with just enough room for access to the left and right for storage, a loooong counter or folding table and maybe a craft nook for me (if I can squeeze it in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLMS_hj9I/AAAAAAAABlI/TplTn7vl2_k/s1600/IMG_4123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLMS_hj9I/AAAAAAAABlI/TplTn7vl2_k/s400/IMG_4123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117239920431058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night I got to help put in insulation along the roof.  Wow, that makes it sound easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLL1otuuI/AAAAAAAABlA/fdgUl8nOGi0/s1600/IMG_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLL1otuuI/AAAAAAAABlA/fdgUl8nOGi0/s400/IMG_4124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117232040131298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLL5mAzmI/AAAAAAAABk4/qnpBL9In_5o/s1600/IMG_4125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLL5mAzmI/AAAAAAAABk4/qnpBL9In_5o/s400/IMG_4125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117233102540386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there she waits...framing the ceiling is up next, then he'll start hanging drywall and we'll get a plumber in to move the water lines and drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLLv7jdxI/AAAAAAAABkw/q_nx8W1pZCg/s1600/IMG_4127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLLv7jdxI/AAAAAAAABkw/q_nx8W1pZCg/s400/IMG_4127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117230508537618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really, who wants to just sit around during Christmas break?  May as well start a huge project that will lead to another huge-er project!  Just wouldn't be our home without it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8391956038561396655?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8391956038561396655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8391956038561396655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8391956038561396655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8391956038561396655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-way-we-wash-our-clothes.html' title='This is the way we wash our clothes...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRtLjHGD8WI/AAAAAAAABmA/k7RQUVuuFnY/s72-c/IMG_4133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4601162090831128722</id><published>2010-12-23T19:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:14:38.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9xcHkz0I/AAAAAAAABkk/xE_Uxzrk8hk/s1600/IMG_4011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9xcHkz0I/AAAAAAAABkk/xE_Uxzrk8hk/s400/IMG_4011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554061791281336130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing with ornaments, both old and new, our Christmas tree is one of our favorite traditions and decorations for the season.  No, we don't cut ours down from a nearby field or even pick it up from a local tree lot...I keep it nice and cozy wrapped in an old comforter in the attic for 11 months of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9xCSjDvI/AAAAAAAABkc/2cI452cqFxo/s1600/IMG_4010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9xCSjDvI/AAAAAAAABkc/2cI452cqFxo/s400/IMG_4010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554061784348036850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tall and thin...a good thing when you consider how much furniture occupies our living room...and came from another home in our city, recycled at a garage sale (shocking, I know).  It only leans a little so a couple magazines under the base help set it straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9xHsZQyI/AAAAAAAABkU/Ua-bPN_-2fs/s1600/IMG_4008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9xHsZQyI/AAAAAAAABkU/Ua-bPN_-2fs/s400/IMG_4008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554061785798624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a child, I received one special ornament each year.  My mom kept all of them until I had my own apartment in college and since then they have been a part of my own traditions...adding a new one each year for first me and Becca, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt;, then Eric, and now for all three kiddos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9wyLIZHI/AAAAAAAABkM/1kqH9qUUeM0/s1600/IMG_4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9wyLIZHI/AAAAAAAABkM/1kqH9qUUeM0/s400/IMG_4006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554061780021961842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Origins and meaning of the Christmas tree tradition are varied, but at our home, we talk about it as the evergreen being a symbol of the everlasting life we have in Jesus and the gifts beneath the boughs representing the gift that eternal life is...found only through the Christ child whose birth is the true meaning of the season!  Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4601162090831128722?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4601162090831128722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4601162090831128722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4601162090831128722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4601162090831128722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TRP9xcHkz0I/AAAAAAAABkk/xE_Uxzrk8hk/s72-c/IMG_4011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5674534168683067364</id><published>2010-12-17T09:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:58:09.707-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQuJZH39-gI/AAAAAAAABj8/9sz8cGuS9v8/s1600/elmohair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQuJZH39-gI/AAAAAAAABj8/9sz8cGuS9v8/s400/elmohair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551682030367799810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A "late" night for the kiddos as we went bowling with some of our favorite friends, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Comos&lt;/span&gt;, and Zane is finally not grouchy this morning since I plopped him in front of Elmo's World playing the hair episode.  Oh, yes, hair.  Typically, I'm not one to stay up much past midnight.  Last night, however, I crawled in bed at 2:30 a.m.  after my latest hair adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my *gasp* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roots&lt;/span&gt; started to show up again the last few weeks, I decided the drastic contrast of radiant red to honey brown needed to be tempered a bit.  I'm really not one to color my hair every 6 weeks and that's what's been going on.  Maybe if I was going for a relaxing day at the salon I'd be game...but smearing my head with mud for hours on end?  No.  Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a bit more digging on &lt;a href="http://hennaforhair.com/"&gt;my favorite henna website&lt;/a&gt; and found out I could add a plant called buxus to henna to make it browner.  I can't make my hair lighter with plant dyes, but browner, yes.  I ordered a supply and last night tried out a 1/2 and 1/2 mix of henna and buxus going for a nice, rich cinnamon.  It was actually an enjoyable experience this time as my dolly friend, Molly, who just happens to be a fabulous hair stylist, came to help and see what in the world I've been doing with this natural stuff!  We smeared and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smooshed&lt;/span&gt;, this time in an orderly fashion (see &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-henna-experiment-part-4.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; for my crazy first try), and had my head wrapped up in less than an hour.  After 2 1/2 hours I rinsed and rinsed and rinsed and washed and rinsed some more.  Then started to dry it and had to go rinse more. (Rinsed starts to be a weird word if you use it enough times in a sentence.)  This morning?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whaa&lt;/span&gt;-la:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQuLwCecV2I/AAAAAAAABkE/VI1D7P6OyLc/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQuLwCecV2I/AAAAAAAABkE/VI1D7P6OyLc/s400/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551684623078807394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so it doesn't look that different--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;.  Once again I have about 4 days for the color to oxidize and darken, so it will probably be really brown by Monday.  Certainly it is less coppery and feels so nice and silky...the down side is the lovely earthy smell...kind of like old tea leaves...that will linger for a couple weeks.  I suppose I could borrow some of Elena's perfume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that...here's another Kai funny.  Yesterday we were folding towels together and just being kind of quiet (amazing!) and he softly says "fart me".  I know what that means, so I stay quiet and don't say anything.  Sure enough, he goes on to explain in his very matter-of-fact-way:  "Mom, when I fart, I say "fart me" instead of "excuse me" so then you know it's a fart, not a burp".  "Thank you, dear" is all I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5674534168683067364?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5674534168683067364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5674534168683067364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5674534168683067364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5674534168683067364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQuJZH39-gI/AAAAAAAABj8/9sz8cGuS9v8/s72-c/elmohair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-360365380475631583</id><published>2010-12-15T09:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:25:28.046-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Funny Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQjc4nRx-WI/AAAAAAAABjk/S17zBGgh8NE/s1600/Kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQjc4nRx-WI/AAAAAAAABjk/S17zBGgh8NE/s400/Kai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550929405908482402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kai is a bit of a born comedian.  He'll do or say about anything for a  laugh.  It's a God-given gift as neither Eric nor I are very funny...we  have to get around Eric's Mom and Chuck to get the giggles as they laugh  all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kids and I were just telling the cow jokes on the side of our yogurt cups this morning and I remembered something from last month.  I was wanting the kids to try out 4H for a potential "club" type thing for them to do together so we went to one meeting.  When they did the roll-call, each person had to tell their favorite animal.  Most were normal favorites--dog, cat, horse, bunny etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kai Eastwood?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud and clear he answers: "PLATYPUS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of snickers and he sits back with a satisfied smirk on his cute face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly this answer was from too much exposure to Phineas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ferb&lt;/span&gt; (our favorite cartoon), &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQjc_5lM--I/AAAAAAAABjs/lS1Ph7MK6_I/s1600/perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQjc_5lM--I/AAAAAAAABjs/lS1Ph7MK6_I/s400/perry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550929531080866786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but clever none-the-less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-360365380475631583?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/360365380475631583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=360365380475631583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/360365380475631583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/360365380475631583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-boy.html' title='Funny Boy'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQjc4nRx-WI/AAAAAAAABjk/S17zBGgh8NE/s72-c/Kai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4430459573513468695</id><published>2010-12-14T19:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:59:41.972-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Meal Plan Monday...on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQga7Y_htrI/AAAAAAAABjE/TwxpPyp7Pu8/s1600/logo_plantoeat_green_header2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 59px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQga7Y_htrI/AAAAAAAABjE/TwxpPyp7Pu8/s400/logo_plantoeat_green_header2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550716148357641906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've been using &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://plantoeat.com/lj23hfm4gz%22%20title=%22Meal%20Planning%20Website%22%3EPlan%20to%20Eat%3C/a%3E"&gt;Plan to Eat&lt;/a&gt; the last few months for the task that ranks way up at the top of my dreaded household responsibilities:  planning meals, shopping and cooking.  Ugh!  It's been a bit of work getting it all set up.  Actually they even list my stats on my account page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Since I signed up on September 15 &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/09/meal-planning-simplified.html"&gt;(here's how I decided to try it out)&lt;/a&gt; I have:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent 6.8 hours using Plan to Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Added 102 recipes to my recipe book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meal planned 256 recipes and items&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Most of that 6.8 hours was spent adding recipes and figuring out efficient ways to group items for meals.  Today was the first day I feel like it really is getting to be a great tool at our house.  I had a 20 minute window to get a grocery list ready for the next 7 days.   In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 minutes&lt;/span&gt; I had planned out--meaning put recipes on a calendar, printed a grocery list with every item (less those already in my kitchen) and printed a dated menu to post--breakfast, lunch, dinner and a snack for the whole week~including a couple special items for a family Christmas dinner.  Fabulous!  Do you know how long that used to take??  Seriously, like 2-3 hours between interruptions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Eastwood/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Eastwood/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQggGfccACI/AAAAAAAABjM/JnDxR_9Tw7o/s1600/menu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQggGfccACI/AAAAAAAABjM/JnDxR_9Tw7o/s400/menu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550721836626214946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; loves the posted menu!  She no longer whines around wondering what she should have for snack...just looks at the menu and pulls it out.  No more *hard* decisions, phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipes not already in my PTE cookbook I imported from a website, taking about 30 seconds each (in this case from &lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/"&gt;Taste of Home&lt;/a&gt;), including the picture. Each ingredient on the recipes I add to my planner go straight to my shopping list.  The grocery list was sorted by aisle with little check boxes next to each item~love~!  So after my lunch date I spent about an hour at Price Chopper breezing through the isles (well, kind of...I didn't have any children with me so it's all relative) and spent a measly $150 and some change.  I'm not buying "just in case" items or guessing at what I need for snacks anymore, saving the moo-lah.  Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started a binder with all my PTE recipes, each in it's own page protector, that I'm planning on making my main cookbook.  No more digging through multiple books and magazines every night--whoo-hoo!  I added some tabbed dividers so I can file the recipes in the same manner as I keep them online, in ABC order of course.  Right now I have to print them as I'm ready to use them...I probably just need to print as I add them...hmmm.  Anyway, it's then simple to look at the posted menu, flip to the right section of the binder and pull the desired recipes out.  The page protector keeps them clean and I set them up in my kitchen window while I cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get really in the groove, I'm going to go back and add the approximate cost of each recipe.  This, in turn, will give me an estimate for my grocery shopping as I add items to the list.  Wow.  That may actually be too much control-freak for even me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're still running around like a chicken with her head cut off every night for supper (or maybe breakfast and snack time too, like me), you might click over and give &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://plantoeat.com/lj23hfm4gz%22%20title=%22Meal%20Planning%20Website%22%3EPlan%20to%20Eat%3C/a%3E"&gt;Plan to Eat a try with their free 30-day trial&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a bit of time and work to get it going just your way, but way worth it in my opinion!  Happy Homemaking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4430459573513468695?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4430459573513468695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4430459573513468695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4430459573513468695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4430459573513468695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/meal-plan-mondayon-tuesday.html' title='Meal Plan Monday...on Tuesday'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQga7Y_htrI/AAAAAAAABjE/TwxpPyp7Pu8/s72-c/logo_plantoeat_green_header2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-7722673537872894210</id><published>2010-12-13T22:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:46:07.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Food Fun!</title><content type='html'>We've just been having a ball in the kitchen this holiday season!   Besides all the gingerbread mania, we got crafty for Thanksgiving  making Turkey Day Dinner cupcakes and Mr. Potato Turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0gxtDIaI/AAAAAAAABi8/VD-aYIoi6mo/s1600/IMG_3704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0gxtDIaI/AAAAAAAABi8/VD-aYIoi6mo/s400/IMG_3704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550392434715992482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena is hard at work adding melted chocolate "gravy" over the slices of turkey.  Each cupcake plate included green peas, mashed potatoes with melted butter (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; fried eggs, thank you very much), and some cranberry sauce on the side.  The recipe was on Family Fun's website...I just love their ideas!  So much that I just subscribed for another year of their magazine.  Too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0grdwGwI/AAAAAAAABi0/x_6A-PhHR7c/s1600/IMG_3709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0grdwGwI/AAAAAAAABi0/x_6A-PhHR7c/s400/IMG_3709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550392433041218306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0gb1znpI/AAAAAAAABis/O5omjrd2uYU/s1600/IMG_3710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0gb1znpI/AAAAAAAABis/O5omjrd2uYU/s400/IMG_3710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550392428847144594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my cutie-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;patootie&lt;/span&gt; nieces posing with their Mr. Potato Turkeys...another Family Fun idea.  They were potatoes with onion wings, pepper feathers and carrot beaks with cashew waddles.  Cute, cute, cute (the turkeys too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today we were at it again...this time with mini-gingerbread houses  for teacher gifts and reindeer cookies for the kids' Cookies and Carols  event tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0D8KpynI/AAAAAAAABik/mhAociWeACw/s1600/IMG_3902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0D8KpynI/AAAAAAAABik/mhAociWeACw/s400/IMG_3902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391939308309106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0Dtg8FrI/AAAAAAAABic/TXWanDmA-MQ/s1600/IMG_3904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0Dtg8FrI/AAAAAAAABic/TXWanDmA-MQ/s400/IMG_3904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391935375251122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0DG9cKbI/AAAAAAAABiU/f510W8cFxwc/s1600/IMG_3908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0DG9cKbI/AAAAAAAABiU/f510W8cFxwc/s400/IMG_3908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391925025810866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena and Kai are really starting to be pros at the decorating side of  things...I just give them each a bag of frosting and a pile of candy and  they hit it!  Before you start thinking how nice that would be, please  take a look at what they left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0C_yYQFI/AAAAAAAABiM/LbZakBdSmk8/s1600/IMG_3906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0C_yYQFI/AAAAAAAABiM/LbZakBdSmk8/s400/IMG_3906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391923100368978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my poor kitchen ends up in this state more often than I would like!  Guess what I'll be doing tomorrow....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0CgOPJDI/AAAAAAAABiE/RG0-UfinQzM/s1600/IMG_3907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0CgOPJDI/AAAAAAAABiE/RG0-UfinQzM/s400/IMG_3907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391914627277874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, my favorite part of all this is that these are memories in the making!  I remember making Christmas cookies with my family probably more than any other annual event.  Ya know, the sprinkles in the cracks of the table, the crunch of red hots that are smothering the star shaped sugar cookie, the thrill of using your favorite cookie cutter each year (I like our stocking and star ones)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping you're enjoying some family traditions at your house!  Blessings ~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Resa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-7722673537872894210?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7722673537872894210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=7722673537872894210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7722673537872894210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7722673537872894210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-food-fun.html' title='Holiday Food Fun!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TQb0gxtDIaI/AAAAAAAABi8/VD-aYIoi6mo/s72-c/IMG_3704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-287820769392485691</id><published>2010-12-05T12:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:42:49.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread Excitement!</title><content type='html'>Look how proud this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; is!  She is posing with her prizes after her Candy Castle won the Judge's Choice at the Gingerbread Contest/Silent Auction.  We are so excited for Elena's accomplishment...she chose a really fun design and added lots of intricate details to her creation this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUn6SotAI/AAAAAAAABh8/N5X7WeO9Cgo/s1600/IMG_3847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUn6SotAI/AAAAAAAABh8/N5X7WeO9Cgo/s400/IMG_3847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547261148164305922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai also did a great job on his house...he loved that the candy on the front looked like a frown face with sad eyes (don't ask me why "sadness" should be any part of a candy house, but what can I say...he's five). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUnvCj_JI/AAAAAAAABh0/zUUs3mOD8ow/s1600/IMG_3848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUnvCj_JI/AAAAAAAABh0/zUUs3mOD8ow/s400/IMG_3848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547261145144097938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoever won his house got an autographed masterpiece...that is KAI spelled out in pretzels on the back.  His favorite part was the backyard fire pit made out of Juicy Fruit sticks with peppermints all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUnSgcaCI/AAAAAAAABhs/D1J3BIcXyss/s1600/IMG_3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUnSgcaCI/AAAAAAAABhs/D1J3BIcXyss/s400/IMG_3851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547261137484802082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 18 entries...and they were all crafted with love and imagination!  Kudos to Dianna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scalf&lt;/span&gt; and her crew for organizing a great event for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raymore&lt;/span&gt; Parks Foundation.  I really love being able to teach my kids about serving the community while having fun and being creative.  A great lesson in giving...they are stoked that their efforts might help take care of their soccer fields!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUm1e3dQI/AAAAAAAABhk/-lDZ_Thg8Do/s1600/IMG_3849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUm1e3dQI/AAAAAAAABhk/-lDZ_Thg8Do/s400/IMG_3849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547261129693558018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved voting for their favorites by dropping quarters in the jars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUmuasYvI/AAAAAAAABhc/UDmS95fQ5_0/s1600/IMG_3850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUmuasYvI/AAAAAAAABhc/UDmS95fQ5_0/s400/IMG_3850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547261127797007090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation on how to decorate my row houses, I think the end result was very nice.  I also think meticulous people should beware of gingerbread decorating...the level of perfection you set in your brain may lead to insanity.  At least for a couple days.  Anyway, I suppose it is less stressful than a wedding cake while still letting me get the food artist bug out of my system.  For awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUBN15crI/AAAAAAAABhU/zzdx3oReYRM/s1600/IMG_3787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUBN15crI/AAAAAAAABhU/zzdx3oReYRM/s400/IMG_3787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547260483397579442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sucker sticks on the peppermints were the only non-edible items in the design.  I loved making the wrought iron fencing.  It's spaghetti coated with black royal icing.  The piped on garland made it look a lot less "haunted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;housey&lt;/span&gt;".  And we all loved the milk chocolate candy rocks!  I dug out the red ones for a bit of path leading up to the chocolate covered graham steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUAw6AskI/AAAAAAAABhM/seQ1SLwZEdI/s1600/IMG_3786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUAw6AskI/AAAAAAAABhM/seQ1SLwZEdI/s400/IMG_3786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547260475630203458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my theme was "Peace, Love &amp;amp; Joy in San Francisco" (inspired by &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/san-francisco-day-1.html"&gt;Eric and I's trip&lt;/a&gt; there last March) I couldn't sprinkle everything with snow...dang!  I mean, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; have, but according to good ol' google it only snows there once every 25 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUAm2ZjoI/AAAAAAAABhE/4fR0KHT9U4k/s1600/IMG_3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUAm2ZjoI/AAAAAAAABhE/4fR0KHT9U4k/s400/IMG_3785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547260472930700930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to my dear sister &lt;a href="http://jodien.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jodi&lt;/a&gt; who gave me long-distance advice on details (yay for email photos)...the candles in the windows added the perfect touch!  I tried something new for the grass and green bushes this year:  crushed Triscuits mixed with lots of green coloring carried in a corn syrup base.  I think a lot of people use tinted coconut but I didn't have any.  For the bushes I rolled some mini marshmallows in green royal and then rolled them in the cracker concoction.  Worked like a charm...especially since I had to squeeze them on after I had placed the yard ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUAiZUDkI/AAAAAAAABg8/BJ3RfHwInPg/s1600/IMG_3774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUAiZUDkI/AAAAAAAABg8/BJ3RfHwInPg/s400/IMG_3774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547260471734963778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUAcZIrNI/AAAAAAAABg0/UdRgExXX-Cg/s1600/IMG_3773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUAcZIrNI/AAAAAAAABg0/UdRgExXX-Cg/s400/IMG_3773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547260470123605202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's a wrap!  If you'd like the pattern for the row houses, Kai's elf house or the &lt;a href="http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/gingerbread-days.html"&gt;farmhouse from two years ago&lt;/a&gt;, visit &lt;a href="http://ultimategingerbread.com/index.html"&gt;Ultimate Gingerbread&lt;/a&gt;.  We have a bunch of mini houses we are making as gifts so as long as Eric doesn't eat all the candy before then...we'll be living in gingerbread land a little bit longer.  Blessings, Resa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-287820769392485691?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/287820769392485691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=287820769392485691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/287820769392485691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/287820769392485691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/gingerbread-excitement.html' title='Gingerbread Excitement!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPvUn6SotAI/AAAAAAAABh8/N5X7WeO9Cgo/s72-c/IMG_3847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-4311858102859254483</id><published>2010-12-01T11:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:57:23.615-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPaMdMtVdBI/AAAAAAAABgs/VpNeY4e3rzQ/s1600/bird%2BElena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPaMdMtVdBI/AAAAAAAABgs/VpNeY4e3rzQ/s400/bird%2BElena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545774424408814610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-4311858102859254483?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4311858102859254483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=4311858102859254483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4311858102859254483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/4311858102859254483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPaMdMtVdBI/AAAAAAAABgs/VpNeY4e3rzQ/s72-c/bird%2BElena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6425001143194639280</id><published>2010-11-30T17:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:42:10.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Cute Baby Gift!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPWLGCzpunI/AAAAAAAABgk/TfvJfx9JGvg/s1600/dragon"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPWLGCzpunI/AAAAAAAABgk/TfvJfx9JGvg/s400/dragon" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545491452125624946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This darling Rocking Dragon is what we ordered for Zane's Christmas gift.  Is it not the cutest thing ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on backorder from One Step Ahead until December 3rd so I hope they get a big shipment and we get ours!  Here's &lt;a href="http://www.onestepahead.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=534412&amp;amp;cmSource=Search"&gt;a link&lt;/a&gt; if you want one for your cute little one...plus their special this week is $5 flat shipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting giddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6425001143194639280?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6425001143194639280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6425001143194639280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6425001143194639280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6425001143194639280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/cute-baby-gift.html' title='Cute Baby Gift!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPWLGCzpunI/AAAAAAAABgk/TfvJfx9JGvg/s72-c/dragon' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-6497909265701492783</id><published>2010-11-29T21:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:34:33.290-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>17 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>Okay, you have to wait to read about this day in my past...the fun news?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;daaa&lt;/span&gt;...I'm typing on my brand new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iMac&lt;/span&gt;!  Love.  Little tricky with the tee-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tinsy&lt;/span&gt; keyboard and getting used to a mouse again (been in laptop land a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time) but all in all it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our deal on Black Friday (which I still have yet to recoup all my sleep from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;) and Eric set it up Saturday.  Only bad news is that I couldn't convince him to sign me up for One to One...he said I don't have time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Whaat&lt;/span&gt;?  Me?  Is he crazy?  Oh yes, and that he could teach me anything I wanted to know.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;-ah...that always sounds good, but evidently I always think there should be a better way to do "stuff" so I'm a horrid student.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 17 years ago tonight I was on my first date with this guy Eric who asked me out kinda out of the blue.  It had been a weird Thanksgiving break...I went to my ex-boyfriend's family dinner (why?) I suppose for some closure.  That or to suffer through the afternoon...can you say *awkward*?  Should have got my "stuff" back that day--like my senior key and the pricey 8x10 sexy senior picture of myself--ya know so I could give it to some other guy later on.   Anyway, I think that was the last I saw of him!  Then one of the previously mentioned guys kinda invited himself out to meet my parents.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ooooo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kaay&lt;/span&gt;.  Not that into you dude, but whatever makes you happy?  That was weird too.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the best part...the date.  Eric picked me up at my dorm in his way-awesome silver Pontiac &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sunbird&lt;/span&gt;.  At least I think that's what it was.  All I remember was that he made sure to point out the very-stretched-out lacy prom garter dangling from his car mirror was indeed just "very-stretched-out"...he didn't go with a fat girl.  (Please tell me why I remember some things?)  We went for dinner at Subway...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!  (I hate Subway now...not related to the date.)  Then we went to the mall theater to see A Perfect World with Kevin Costner.  Back home to Nation Hall, a quick good-night kiss at the door and done!  Poof!  History made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPR-BYtjdOI/AAAAAAAABgM/lhxMVvikkgg/s1600/The%2BMan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPR-BYtjdOI/AAAAAAAABgM/lhxMVvikkgg/s400/The%2BMan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545195603478410466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did happen to jot down a couple lines in my journal that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Monday, November 29, 1993   12:20 am (on Tues)&lt;br /&gt;I just walked Eric to the door after our first date.  He seems like a pretty awesome guy~we're going out again on Friday so who knows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  Gotta love those details!  It jumps pretty far and fast from there peeps.  In January he told me he loved me...and I was on cloud nine.  Actually wrote that I felt like the happiest girl in the world and my heart just took off and flew away.  CHEESY!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Blech&lt;/span&gt;...so corny, so young.  Makes me laugh now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many drama-filled months later, we were engaged the summer of '95 and married in May of 1996.  I still had a year to finish at Pitt, then we were off for Knoxville while Eric attended grad school at UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPR-CY15CBI/AAAAAAAABgU/IePVlR8xYWc/s1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPR-CY15CBI/AAAAAAAABgU/IePVlR8xYWc/s400/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545195620693248018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, to celebrate?  Well, I kinda forgot that tonight was the anniversary...and it was the whole reason I started these posts!  Was going to get a sitter and plan a night out...oh well!  Maybe next year.  We had a pretty yummy meal of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; pork and some turkey day left overs with the three kiddos.  He's watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and I'm, well, you know what I am doing.  Ah, the simple things are nice.  Love ya babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPR-CnpqR7I/AAAAAAAABgc/Wv0Trdp1b-4/s1600/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPR-CnpqR7I/AAAAAAAABgc/Wv0Trdp1b-4/s400/IMG_1601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545195624668481458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-6497909265701492783?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6497909265701492783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=6497909265701492783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6497909265701492783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/6497909265701492783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/17-years-ago_29.html' title='17 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TPR-BYtjdOI/AAAAAAAABgM/lhxMVvikkgg/s72-c/The%2BMan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5487753091978382894</id><published>2010-11-24T08:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:38:49.212-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread Days!</title><content type='html'>We're baking gingerbread today! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raymore&lt;/span&gt; Breakfast with Santa is Saturday, December 4 and we always make a couple houses for their Gingerbread House Silent Auction. The proceeds go towards our parks department and we love supporting their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endeavors&lt;/span&gt;. This year I'm using a pattern for Row Houses and the kids are each making a house too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my entry from last year.  The gal who won it kept it for displaying again this year.  It was much fun to make...even had working lights inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TO0exLV0DAI/AAAAAAAABgE/PSVOBvwTmg0/s1600/IMG_0879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TO0exLV0DAI/AAAAAAAABgE/PSVOBvwTmg0/s400/IMG_0879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543120546569653250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used the pattern for the Phantom House (a Halloween house, obviously) at the &lt;a href="http://haunteddimensions.raykeim.com/index500.html"&gt;Haunted Dimensions website&lt;/a&gt; and just left off the porch and made it Christmas-y.  They use cookie dough for their main house, but gingerbread works great (better in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two years ago (gasp!...that seems like forever ago...I was 6 mos. pregnant with Zane)  we each made a house.  I was experimenting with recipes that year so poor Kai's caved in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TO0ewcMB2TI/AAAAAAAABf8/L9Ht88q-nv0/s1600/IMG_7766.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TO0ewcMB2TI/AAAAAAAABf8/L9Ht88q-nv0/s400/IMG_7766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543120533912148274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was done using the Farmhouse Pattern from &lt;a href="http://ultimategingerbread.com/index.html"&gt;Ultimate Gingerbread&lt;/a&gt;.  I LOVE their site...navigating it can be a bit tricky, but it is packed with great ideas, patterns and recipes.   Here is a link to their gingerbread construction-grade recipes:  &lt;a href="http://ultimategingerbread-recipes.blogspot.com/search/label/Gingerbread%20House%20Dough"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; and the one I use is called "My Favorite Gingerbread Dough" found if you scroll down to the bottom of that page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you take some time this Christmas to try out some gingerbread making fun!  We started out a few years ago with the easy kits they sell all over the place...perfect for kids and less-ambitious grown-ups...and believe me, much less mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5487753091978382894?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5487753091978382894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5487753091978382894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5487753091978382894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5487753091978382894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/gingerbread-days.html' title='Gingerbread Days!'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TO0exLV0DAI/AAAAAAAABgE/PSVOBvwTmg0/s72-c/IMG_0879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5273707848116658069</id><published>2010-11-22T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:33:48.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>17 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>Things were quieting down on campus for the Thanksgiving holiday.  It turned out that lots of kids headed home early after classes let out Monday afternoon.  I was car-less and therefore at the mercy of my good friends to make the 3 hour trek back to Cheney which wouldn't be until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never being classified as a neat-freak, my dorm room was in its typical state of organized chaos, and for some strange reason I decided to tidy up a bit.  Afterwards, I remember thinking how nice it was to sit on a smoothly made bed listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; while looking up at my neat desk and beautiful collection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; ceramic masks hanging on the cider block walls.  While perched on said bed, a soft knock came at the door.  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, who could that be?",  I wondered.   My door was half open so I peered around to see...oh my...it was that Eric guy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fuzzy memories of the actual conversation, though I do recall being nervous...and glad I cleaned up my room!  He asked me out on a date...a real dinner and movies date...and we agreed on the following Monday...right after the break.  I was a bit smitten.  He was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cute!  And what nerve, lurking around until someone let him in our dorm and then just walking up to my door...what else was there to do?  Text?  Email?  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the kicker.  When I was around 12 or 13 I had a dream about my wedding.  Vivid dream.  I was walking down the aisle, but my groom had his back to me.  The only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;distinction&lt;/span&gt; about him that remained ingrained in my memory was the color of his hair...dark, dark brown.  Every boyfriend that I scrawled my name with his last name attached to it in my diary I knew wouldn't be the one...the blond, the redhead, the mousy brown, well, one other had dark hair, but I kinda knew it wasn't a forever thing there.  But this Eric guy?  Dark brown hair....almost black.  Something about him made my knees a little wobbly...maybe it was the dream, maybe something else, but for the first time I found myself a little at a loss for words and, dare I say, a bit shy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thanksgiving week y'all!  We'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gingerbreading&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday and the new Mac is hopefully coming home with us Friday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5273707848116658069?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5273707848116658069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5273707848116658069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5273707848116658069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5273707848116658069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/17-years-ago_22.html' title='17 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-439376170681199204</id><published>2010-11-19T10:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:48:48.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>17 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>The date was Friday, November 19, 1993 and I'm guessing it was a fairly normal day.  Classes.  Eating in the dorm cafeteria...I can't even remember what we called it.  Chit chat here and there.   I do remember thinking I needed to be in bed asleep by 11 or so if I was going to be up early the next morning for the road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, my girlfriends started talking about the big party they were going to later.  Okay, they were probably talking about it at breakfast.  And lunch.  But whatever.  When I said I was staying in for the evening the pressure began.  "Oh, come on!  It's just down the street.  It will be fun.  Pleeeease come with us!!!"  And like any girl not-so-firm in her resolutions, I caved....on one condition...I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going out to Hollywood's (our bar) after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there it was who was wearing what and prettying ourselves up.  Hot rollers in my long, dark brown (recently colored) hair. I wore my favorite shirt:  a chocolate brown, velvety bodysuit.  Remember those?  They snapped down below like a baby onesie so they would stay nicely tucked into our high-waist jeans cinched with a belt.  Donned my black ZCavaricci jeans.  Nice.  I was hot.  Oh, yeah, baby.  I know we had Prince cranked up and blaring down the hall.  We jammed out to him every night out...what was the one song?  Let's Go Crazy?  Kiss?  I can't remember, but there was one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we went...the Chateau Apartments.  Now let me tell you, those were some niiiice apartments!  Two or three floors of, what, about 12 apartments each?  They all opened out into an interior lobby up and down.  The throngs of people were not unusual for any typical college keg party.  Squeezing in and making our way to the beer station, it was tight, loud, and smelled like 150 college crazies fresh and ready for a night on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teamed up with Jill...my pretty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TObQD7F_PZI/AAAAAAAABfk/omo8Bf6ZzFk/s1600/Jill%2BResa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TObQD7F_PZI/AAAAAAAABfk/omo8Bf6ZzFk/s400/Jill%2BResa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541345157346966930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; neighbor from down the hall with white-blond curls and a big smile.  She was tons of fun and knew a lot of people from being on the track team.  Since I was not particularly super-excited at being out, not drinking, and keeping an eye on the clock, I honestly wasn't paying much attention to the people around me.  It wasn't long before I probably had that "I'm so bored and you are so stupid" look on my face that is hard to camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened.  Jill drug me over to introduce me to a group of her track friends, and one I remember most particularly.  He wasn't tall, but had dark hair and kind eyes.  I believe the word "fine" would have been a term used to describe such a guy.  "Resa, this is my friend Eric."  I don't remember exact words...probably "hey, nice to meet you etc."  "that's an unusual name...blah, blah, blah".  And on we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 45 minutes later, this Eric guy runs into me&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TObUUSZZcZI/AAAAAAAABf0/WdZFAuw_Mf8/s1600/brian%2Bjill%2Beric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TObUUSZZcZI/AAAAAAAABf0/WdZFAuw_Mf8/s400/brian%2Bjill%2Beric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541349836526809490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as I'm trying to melt into the crowd between floors (I'm so ready to go home).  He points at me and says "heyyy...you're Jill's friend ...uh.... Resa!...that's it!"  I am unimpressed with his slightly inebrieated "hey-ing" with the finger pointing...yeah.  He tells me they are all headed to Hollywood's and I should come with them.  "No thanks.  I'm done and going in for the night."  Back and forth that conversation goes, not only with him, but eventually with my girlfriends as well.  Thankfully, I escape and make it the few blocks home on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, a quiet hall and quieter yet room.  I change into my regal purple, terry-cloth robe, grab my basket of shower gear and head down the hall for a nice, hot steaming.  Not more than a couple steps outside my door I stop short.  A small crowd of people are laughing and making their way towards me.  Frozen, I look straight in to the face of the guy from the party with Jill and a some other friends close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you really are calling it a night" he says.  "I thought you were just blowing me off."  I'm thoroughly embarrassed, not to mention completely naked under my robe, but I try to play it cool and choke out a "Yup.  Really just here heading to the showers." "And this is your room?" he asks.  "Uh-huh" I say with a small smile.  Awkward silence.  Then the group calls out to him and he's off with a see-ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance meeting?  Not quite.  There was an orchestrater far greater than he or I making sure the timing of each our steps that day would end up at just the right intersections.  And aren't I so glad He did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-439376170681199204?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/439376170681199204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=439376170681199204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/439376170681199204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/439376170681199204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/17-years-ago_19.html' title='17 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TObQD7F_PZI/AAAAAAAABfk/omo8Bf6ZzFk/s72-c/Jill%2BResa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-635461558532000260</id><published>2010-11-18T08:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:19:04.898-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>17 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540983703602627698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOWHUi92hHI/AAAAAAAABe0/N2LFT0pkEjU/s320/me%2526Denise.JPG" /&gt;It was fall of 1993 and I was 18. Living in Nation Hall at Pittsburg State in SE Kansas, my life revolved around new friends (a few old ones), the excitement of being "on my own", and perhaps sadly, boys, er, men? ah...let's call them guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had recently broken off a two-year relationship with a guy from back home, something I will never regret doing, though I do wonder what happened to him...hmmm. From there it was just a blur of nights out meeting new people at every turn. The girls on my floor...the lovely basement in our all-girl&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOWIy0duz4I/AAAAAAAABfE/-sts4S7WM6E/s1600/masks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOWJdTyTi8I/AAAAAAAABfM/D9ry5bWlYDA/s1600/masks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540986053169744834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOWJdTyTi8I/AAAAAAAABfM/D9ry5bWlYDA/s200/masks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dorm--my, look at the paint job we did...went out every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night. A few of us non-Greek gals called ourselves the GDI's and liked to frequent the SigmaChi house best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fellow basement dwellers (not a GDI though now one of my dearest friends) gave me a journal as a "secret pal" gift in October...and from it's contents I can tell you I was a mess. Confusion was a word oft repeated on the pages. My list of guys included Dan, the "I only talk when I'm drunk" SigmaChi that was a really good kisser; Jas, the tormented artist who's heart was broken; Sheridan, the "I'm a senior and need to find a bride" Christian; and Ariel, the guy from Argentina who was just learning English, but I felt I would be friends with forever. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOWGCAyiT7I/AAAAAAAABes/xZ2ASLqed_k/s1600/Resa%2BCollege.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540982285679087538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOWGCAyiT7I/AAAAAAAABes/xZ2ASLqed_k/s320/Resa%2BCollege.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, yes, and the guy across campus from my high school who I'd had a secret crush on since eighth-grade and could never tell&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOWIhZZ1iHI/AAAAAAAABe8/g0BSAVFc1wE/s1600/masks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because one of my best friends had a not-so-secret crush on him too (I'm sorry D...if you're reading this I don't think I &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; told you!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what 18-year old doesn't like a bit of drama in her love life, right? So for the coming weekend, I had plans to go with Sheridan on a harmless trip to Manhattan to watch the High School state football championship. I think his school must have been playing in it. At least it would be an escape from Pittsburg for the day. Friday night I even decided to stay in since we were leaving at the crack of dawn Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then God had another plan...but I'll save that for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-635461558532000260?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/635461558532000260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=635461558532000260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/635461558532000260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/635461558532000260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/17-years-ago.html' title='17 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOWHUi92hHI/AAAAAAAABe0/N2LFT0pkEjU/s72-c/me%2526Denise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5871733410896770894</id><published>2010-11-17T11:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:49:44.189-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Amy has started a &lt;a href="http://teagirlworld.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Or should I say:  My dear friend Amy has started a blog!!!  I'm very excited because in the relatively short time I have known her, she has poured so much wisdom into my little life that I'm anxious to learn more from and about her.  Not to mention her witty sense of humor that I totally "get".  Or that her suggestion of going the Charlotte Mason-way has completely revamped the look of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; at our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday she posted that she has joined the Gratitude Community at A Holy Place...now my poor old browser (yes, I'm still complaining about my old computer...9 days and counting) couldn't handle that blog for some reason so I didn't make it over there to check out the details...but the gist is that you list 20 things you are grateful/thankful each Monday until you reach your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided this was a great way to lead up to Thanksgiving around here so we started our Thanksgiving List.  Indeed a great way to keep the focus off the ever-more-oft-mentioned Christmas Lists.  20 items a day should give us 200 blessings by Turkey Day; being Wednesday, we're up to 60...and it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hodge&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;podge&lt;/span&gt; of yours-mine-and-ours as we have mass brain storming sessions to create the list with one rule:  no repeats (though some are a bit close).  I will attempt to not put side notes or sarcastic comments next to various items (but perhaps unfortunately, they are there in my brain!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soccer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T-Ball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yummy-yummy food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My canopy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My coach-Daddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tackle box&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband who works hard to care for all of us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Television&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An unseasonably warm fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunny days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sidewalk chalk drawings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naomi, Stella &amp;amp; Ava&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disc golf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hole-in-ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing disc golf with Vince &amp;amp; Jeremy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking beer w/Jeremy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free beer from Jeremy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Randyl's&lt;/span&gt; new job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chase, Will &amp;amp; Mia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New windows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neighbor Kim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Marin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David &amp;amp; Kayla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandmas &amp;amp; Grandpas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our whole family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elena&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear sister Jodi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm sweaters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cowboy boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bicycles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;snowglobes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playgrounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;close soccer fields @ the park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Kim's pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snuggles from little ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our van&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;markers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chalk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my drawings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5871733410896770894?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5871733410896770894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5871733410896770894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5871733410896770894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5871733410896770894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-project.html' title='The Gratitude Project'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-8013703684305037876</id><published>2010-11-15T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:20:33.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown is On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOGhy-S9_YI/AAAAAAAABek/lHkWhEyD9OI/s1600/overview_hero1_20100727.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOGhy-S9_YI/AAAAAAAABek/lHkWhEyD9OI/s320/overview_hero1_20100727.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539886913730510210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 11 more days until we order our new Mac!  I'm so excited I could do a little happy dance...but I'll save that for next Friday.  Evidently the ONLY day of the year Mac offers a sale is Black Friday so we are jumping on it.  We have a couple other avenues to pursue discount-wise, but this one is the easiest.  Plus, who doesn't want to go join the throngs of shoppers that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an idea of how old this current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt; is...it's a Mac &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PowerBook&lt;/span&gt; G4 running Mac OS X 10.3.9, gifted to us already loved back in 2004 or so.  We've added memory and more memory and upgraded everything we can to keep it functional, but now it's nearly impossible to mess with pictures or do much anything but basics online.  (One reason my blogging is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt; as I have to gear myself up to jump through the hoops getting pictures uploaded every time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iMac&lt;/span&gt; I have big plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm signing up for One to One at the Apple store to learn all kinds of new goodies and to figure out the best way to transfer all our old info to the new machine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photobooks&lt;/span&gt;!  Lots of them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to give my blog a face lift by revamping the design, adding in some tech-savvy widgets that I've studied over at Erica's &lt;a href="http://confessionsofahomeschooler.com/"&gt;Confessions blog&lt;/a&gt;, and start writing regularly again, just for fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;To some people that all might sound like torture of the worst kind, but I'm excited for cold winter evenings spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cozied&lt;/span&gt; up to the soft glow of the computer screen...mixed in with a few good Austen and Austen-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;esqe&lt;/span&gt; books, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Monday thoughts have been dwelling there for a bit...otherwise it's so far been a good day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the world's best (read: cheap, works and is green) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;degreasing&lt;/span&gt; cleaner for the kitchen and scrubbed all my cabinets and appliances PLUS under the hood above the stove.  I confess, I just don't go there usually.  I really didn't think there was something that would easily clean all that gunk w/o the use of a gas mask.   It's washing soda!  Arm&amp;amp;Hammer makes it and I bought it to use as a laundry booster, but saw it's claims on the side of the box and took it for a whirl.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!  The only drawback is that you must rinse, but seriously, anything that will wipe stuck on gunk off with a simple swipe of a cloth is a miracle worker for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; tonight, and though I'm not in the running for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; Queen this year, I'm super excited to see who wins the big pot!!  Pretty sure it will be Sara or Angie.  Kim is hosting but we're playing here at my pad.  Shall be good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our toads have stopped eating even though we recently cleaned out their entire tank.  Go figure.  I'm going to have to kill the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chirpin&lt;/span&gt;' crickets that are crawling around their abode so we can all sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I guess I should stop procrastinating finishing up school with the kids and maybe doing my floors before my friends come over and stick to the tiles with their shoes.   Toot-a-loo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-8013703684305037876?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8013703684305037876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=8013703684305037876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8013703684305037876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/8013703684305037876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/countdown-is-on.html' title='The Countdown is On...'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TOGhy-S9_YI/AAAAAAAABek/lHkWhEyD9OI/s72-c/overview_hero1_20100727.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2739818966249927233</id><published>2010-10-06T19:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:32:26.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Momma VS. Toys</title><content type='html'>So the playroom (i.e. basement) and I finally battled it out.  Ya know, I was just DONE wading through toys and dress-up clothes strewn all over.  Are you up on your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Berenstain&lt;/span&gt; Bears reading?  Well, I about had the same meltdown that Mama Bear had over the kids' room...big box ready to clear it all out and pitch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I've opted to try and sell it!  During my hemming and hawing over exactly what to do with all the piles of plastic, I ran into my friend Jennifer at the park.  Just so happens she bought the &lt;a href="http://herewegrowagain.biz/southland"&gt;Here We Grow Again &lt;/a&gt;kid's consignment sale franchise and was gearing up for their first sale (details will follow).  And so began the clearing and the organizing like never before...we've even packed up all the baby things now that we're done (Lord willing) with newborns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our van is loaded and ready to roll to drop off approximately 275 items tomorrow morning!!!  Clothes and books and toys and baby equipment out the wazoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532060119195613362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXTXkjCeLI/AAAAAAAABeU/ciryWigseHg/s320/IMG_3604_1_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think everyone is happier with our nice and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;livable&lt;/span&gt; playroom now...see all their pretty smiles sitting on my side-of-the-road-find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loveseat&lt;/span&gt;?  (BTW I'm going to slipcover it for my bedroom one of these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXTXygxknI/AAAAAAAABec/fF3V4G923wg/s1600/IMG_3498_1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532060122944213618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXTXygxknI/AAAAAAAABec/fF3V4G923wg/s320/IMG_3498_1_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Zane is discovering all kinds of new fun toys that were before hidden in the masses...here's his first look at a yo-yo.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSvNPeo7I/AAAAAAAABeM/pf2ahSwHzxQ/s1600/IMG_3504_3_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532059425744790450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSvNPeo7I/AAAAAAAABeM/pf2ahSwHzxQ/s320/IMG_3504_3_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All the toys are sorted in to baskets, boxes or fabric cubes and I had a ball making laminated labels with clip art to tie on--with pretty ribbons, of course!  (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeeeee&lt;/span&gt;....don't you just LOVE the hum of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laminator&lt;/span&gt;?)  I think the best part is that I actually had all the containers, just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;repurposed&lt;/span&gt; some things to make them work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSuusS3fI/AAAAAAAABeE/wtRRgKmTRIM/s1600/IMG_3513_7_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532059417544154610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSuusS3fI/AAAAAAAABeE/wtRRgKmTRIM/s320/IMG_3513_7_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we refinished our basement 7 years ago, I had Eric turn the space under the stairs into a playroom.  My mom's best friend's house had one of these and I have some of my favorite childhood memories playing under there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532059376623111410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSsWP9TPI/AAAAAAAABds/5spdLbRVgdw/s320/IMG_3517_10_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This would be the alternate entrance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532059393188075202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXStT9WlsI/AAAAAAAABd0/mXb-zVEcVjY/s320/IMG_3501_2_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are all the nice neat toys...believe it or not, it still looks about like this three weeks later.  And we've played down there a lot!  (Oh, that shelf just happens to be another side of the road find!--a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waterbed&lt;/span&gt; headboard that I panted white.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSuL0vP6I/AAAAAAAABd8/J5QNusFgzCA/s1600/IMG_3506_4_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532059408184328098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSuL0vP6I/AAAAAAAABd8/J5QNusFgzCA/s320/IMG_3506_4_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there is still a lot of play equipment, but someday we'll be ready to set up the ping-pong table again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSXkRQl3I/AAAAAAAABdk/s1bVHkxXABk/s1600/IMG_3518_11_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532059019609413490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXSXkRQl3I/AAAAAAAABdk/s1bVHkxXABk/s320/IMG_3518_11_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TK0PysDCOnI/AAAAAAAABcs/RWLyKjPkZ2U/s1600/banner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525089681345231474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TK0PysDCOnI/AAAAAAAABcs/RWLyKjPkZ2U/s400/banner2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hopefully this was a little inspiration to clean out your toys before the Christmas reboot OR I've talked you into heading out to the &lt;a href="http://herewegrowagain.biz/southland"&gt;Here We Grow Again sale&lt;/a&gt; this week to buy more fun stuff for your kiddos!  It's actually a great place to get a head start on Christmas shopping!!  The sale opens to the public at 7 a.m. this Thursday at the Crystal Ballroom/Roadway Inn just off 71 Highway and 155&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Street.  Saturday is the half-price day and you can shop from 7 a.m. to 5 p.m.  Happy Shopping...or Organizing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-2739818966249927233?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2739818966249927233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=2739818966249927233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2739818966249927233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/2739818966249927233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/10/momma-vs-toys.html' title='Momma VS. Toys'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TMXTXkjCeLI/AAAAAAAABeU/ciryWigseHg/s72-c/IMG_3604_1_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-820636230684261198</id><published>2010-10-05T13:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:53:06.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>The Great Henna Experiment Continues</title><content type='html'>I have final before/after pics of my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;henna'ed&lt;/span&gt; head at the end of this post, but this time it was my sister Jodi's turn!  Her head has about twice as much hair on it as mine...we're talking a veritable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mop&lt;/span&gt;.  It's beautiful, thick and naturally wavy (jealous!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv80Ns-RI/AAAAAAAABck/Idu6JIp1yrs/s1600/IMG_3481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv80Ns-RI/AAAAAAAABck/Idu6JIp1yrs/s400/IMG_3481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524632458498996498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're glad our husbands are such good sports with all the hair coloring experiments we've tried over the years.  Nate looks like he thinks we're crazy or something!  I can't imagine why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv08SASkI/AAAAAAAABcc/q2rT6lqJf0k/s1600/IMG_3482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv08SASkI/AAAAAAAABcc/q2rT6lqJf0k/s400/IMG_3482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524632323225569858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took every last bit of 300&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;g's&lt;/span&gt; of henna mixed with lemon juice and some raspberry tea to stretch it to cover her locks.  It was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; load on top of her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv0jal3xI/AAAAAAAABcU/WJo2MqCpQQg/s1600/IMG_3483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv0jal3xI/AAAAAAAABcU/WJo2MqCpQQg/s400/IMG_3483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524632316550700818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, but the results!  This is day one for her...almost the same as my final color so I'm anxious to see how rich and dark it will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv0TtsMMI/AAAAAAAABcM/X08i-KNjhPM/s1600/IMG_3488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv0TtsMMI/AAAAAAAABcM/X08i-KNjhPM/s400/IMG_3488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524632312335839426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my before (again) and....today, two weeks after henna.  I think this experiment is a keeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv0JhVqPI/AAAAAAAABcE/e7KefOgsIGU/s1600/IMG_3318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv0JhVqPI/AAAAAAAABcE/e7KefOgsIGU/s400/IMG_3318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524632309599676658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv0PRZMII/AAAAAAAABb8/YgFnL0-GxEs/s1600/IMG_3494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv0PRZMII/AAAAAAAABb8/YgFnL0-GxEs/s400/IMG_3494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524632311143411842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-820636230684261198?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/820636230684261198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=820636230684261198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/820636230684261198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/820636230684261198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-henna-experiment-continues.html' title='The Great Henna Experiment Continues'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtv80Ns-RI/AAAAAAAABck/Idu6JIp1yrs/s72-c/IMG_3481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-5935045232694528984</id><published>2010-10-05T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:30:29.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Another Sojourn to Wichita</title><content type='html'>This time we visited Wichita just for a couple days...one of them VERY important.  It was Stella Joy's 4th birthday!  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai and Stell were playing with a little toy frog on a chilly evening...for those of you who don't know Stella, well, she poses for every picture.  I'm guessing this one snapped before the whole angelic look was set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttucSht3I/AAAAAAAABb0/iMt0x6hdjJY/s1600/IMG_3477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttucSht3I/AAAAAAAABb0/iMt0x6hdjJY/s400/IMG_3477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524630012535355250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, baby Ava is such a dolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttuNCVMAI/AAAAAAAABbs/FjpN4IoiBP8/s1600/IMG_3476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttuNCVMAI/AAAAAAAABbs/FjpN4IoiBP8/s400/IMG_3476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524630008440893442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually what most of my pictures of these hoodlums looked like!  They were BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttt1Y0-0I/AAAAAAAABbk/HDG2TEh-lhY/s1600/IMG_3478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttt1Y0-0I/AAAAAAAABbk/HDG2TEh-lhY/s400/IMG_3478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524630002092800834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way out of town, we went with the Hart's to their Monday morning hang-out place, Squeak's!  Only the best donuts for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttt189nfI/AAAAAAAABbc/Rt4qr4znEew/s1600/IMG_3485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttt189nfI/AAAAAAAABbc/Rt4qr4znEew/s400/IMG_3485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524630002244361714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmph, Momma, I wuv donut holes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtttnRfL5I/AAAAAAAABbU/jsKKbQUEiDA/s1600/IMG_3487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtttnRfL5I/AAAAAAAABbU/jsKKbQUEiDA/s400/IMG_3487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524629998303915922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-5935045232694528984?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5935045232694528984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=5935045232694528984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5935045232694528984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/5935045232694528984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-sojourn-to-wichita.html' title='Another Sojourn to Wichita'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKttucSht3I/AAAAAAAABb0/iMt0x6hdjJY/s72-c/IMG_3477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-7472335647673612248</id><published>2010-10-05T13:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:21:04.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Elena's Half Birthday</title><content type='html'>Not sure how we started celebrating half-birthdays, but it sure is fun!   We figure any excuse for cupcakes is a good one!  Since Elena is SEVEN and a HALF now, I let her use the hand mixer for the first time.  She did great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrsCkhRSI/AAAAAAAABbM/jWWlR0XWe7E/s1600/IMG_3461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrsCkhRSI/AAAAAAAABbM/jWWlR0XWe7E/s400/IMG_3461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524627772248507682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are never anxious for cake or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrrg8WcsI/AAAAAAAABbE/BGdxV2Eunnk/s1600/IMG_3462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrrg8WcsI/AAAAAAAABbE/BGdxV2Eunnk/s400/IMG_3462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524627763221656258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seven just really is a great age...some days we're all grown up and then some days...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;, the little girl is still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrrShnu8I/AAAAAAAABa8/RD0gRPBATTk/s1600/IMG_3464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrrShnu8I/AAAAAAAABa8/RD0gRPBATTk/s400/IMG_3464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524627759351446466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the one and a half year old...oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrrbW84uI/AAAAAAAABa0/BoAKTEPN8pE/s1600/IMG_3467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrrbW84uI/AAAAAAAABa0/BoAKTEPN8pE/s400/IMG_3467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524627761722614498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22616688-7472335647673612248?l=resaruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7472335647673612248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22616688&amp;postID=7472335647673612248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7472335647673612248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22616688/posts/default/7472335647673612248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resaruth.blogspot.com/2010/10/elenas-half-birthday.html' title='Elena&apos;s Half Birthday'/><author><name>Resa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353312572141840424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/SMslDZ8ECCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wHsnHznHGms/S220/IMG_6945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtrsCkhRSI/AAAAAAAABbM/jWWlR0XWe7E/s72-c/IMG_3461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22616688.post-2619047775267523758</id><published>2010-10-05T12:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:09:14.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Couple Firsts</title><content type='html'>Kai's first tooth...is missing!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnb4APVdI/AAAAAAAABas/3r65CQ49KvE/s1600/IMG_3437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnb4APVdI/AAAAAAAABas/3r65CQ49KvE/s400/IMG_3437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524623096487564754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His two bottom teeth were super wiggly so with a little help from Daddy with the pliers (yikes) out it came!  This was last Sunday (9.26) I believe, and he pulled out his second one last night.  The tooth fairy left him five golden dollars for the first one since it's extra special and two golden dollars last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnb3frlWI/AAAAAAAABak/HvBdrtkXHHg/s1600/IMG_3438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnb3frlWI/AAAAAAAABak/HvBdrtkXHHg/s400/IMG_3438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524623096351004002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Kai is most stoked because he's only 5 1/2 and Elena was 6 before she lost one.  Plus, he's the first one of his Kindergarten buddies to pull one out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we also took Elena and Kai to their first KC Royals game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnIBoH8pI/AAAAAAAABac/xigLH2u2HNw/s1600/IMG_3439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnIBoH8pI/AAAAAAAABac/xigLH2u2HNw/s400/IMG_3439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524622755473388178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been to the stadium since I was 13 so there were a bunch of changes, to say the least.  The "Little K" area was fun to explore before the game.  They did a couple of the ball games then rode the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnH_XvWUI/AAAAAAAABaU/zRyc8GioIlU/s1600/IMG_3441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnH_XvWUI/AAAAAAAABaU/zRyc8GioIlU/s400/IMG_3441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524622754867796290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnHoDk_rI/AAAAAAAABaM/il7WPRd9ZlM/s1600/IMG_3442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZGXzlAWhrc/TKtnHoDk_rI/AAAAAAAABaM/il7WPRd9ZlM/s400/IMG_3442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524622748609216178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our seats were AWESOME (thanks Shawn) and we were ready for fly balls, but only "almost " caught a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt; launched by the mascot dude (it actually was several rows away, but to Elena g
