<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216</id><updated>2009-11-06T16:45:37.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeandsuchas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-5341951251247766995</id><published>2009-10-23T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:12:47.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds in the wilderness</title><content type='html'>My dad used to sing this goofy song he learned in Scouts.  I found this old lady singing it on youtube.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEKwDzpNVkU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what we are...birds in the wilderness...with R gone to Korea.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is R in S. Korea? He started a new job working on HPC's all over the place.  I never thought he would take a traveling job but he was not happy where he was so this is what came of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time sure is dragging...especially with R so far away, because time is dependant on how close I am to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is C's birthday.  I took him to Denny's (Nanna and cousin P came along too) and then Walmart to pick out a present and "cake"...he picked a Wii game and brownies.  He really wanted a bakugan cake with a toy on it but instead I bought the toy and cheesecake frosting brownies that he wanted.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't he in school on a Friday you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically he is.  He and I are doing homeschool...well really an online public charter school using K12 curriculum.  I never actually thought I would do homeschool but it worked out that way with my sis-in-law recommending it, and things not going so hot in the local public school.  I love knowing and being involved in C's learning although it takes a lot of my energy just to get him to do it.  That is the only frustrating part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my Wii fitness (yoga, strength training, aerobics) for the last 4 days in a row...I do it after the kids are in bed.  I hope to make it habit.  Cheer me on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-5341951251247766995?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/5341951251247766995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/10/birds-in-wilderness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/5341951251247766995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/5341951251247766995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/10/birds-in-wilderness.html' title='Birds in the wilderness'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-7129810602275322744</id><published>2009-08-02T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:04:56.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone there?</title><content type='html'>I kinda pooped out on the blog thing, but I still love reading other people's blogs.  Kati is so good about keeping up with hers.  I love you guys.  I'm so blessed to have loving family and friends like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-7129810602275322744?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/7129810602275322744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-anyone-there.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/7129810602275322744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/7129810602275322744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-anyone-there.html' title='Is anyone there?'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-1023606273605128988</id><published>2009-05-30T16:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:12:57.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes!</title><content type='html'>Our new bikes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SiG6eh8d6zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oawWp2bRWyc/s1600-h/102_3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SiG6eh8d6zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oawWp2bRWyc/s320/102_3815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341755666708949810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B brothers tried them out.  What a sight they were! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted an adult trike really bad for some crazy reason so I saw one at Smith's Market Place and I tried it out by riding all over the store...they have really wide aisles and few shoppers.  B tried out her bike by following me around.  The trike was super fun, so I bought it.  R got himself a nice Trek bike, and he bought me a pink mountain bike so we could take it on the bike rack...can't haul the trike around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C learned pretty quickly to ride a bike once we got him one that was the right size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our first family bike ride around M in early May and saw a cute little colt in the pasture.  I'm looking forward to more riding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-1023606273605128988?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/1023606273605128988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/05/bikes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/1023606273605128988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/1023606273605128988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/05/bikes.html' title='Bikes!'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SiG6eh8d6zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oawWp2bRWyc/s72-c/102_3815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-8174638785188696718</id><published>2009-05-30T16:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:00:02.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>We went to Nana and Papa's house with our new fishing gear.  B got a new princess fishing pole that the kids used to practice casting off the back of Papa's truck.  They spent a long time doing that, but didn't bring the fishing pole back in when they came in the house (B asked daddy to get it but he reassured her that it would be okay until the morning...oops!) so Papa ran over it the next morning.  B was very upset about it but she got over it after we promised to get her a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked fishing but I really wanted to catch my first fish...and I did!  It was a tiny little bluegill from the M Reservoir.  I didn't have my camera so I didn't get a picture. :(  I was so excited about about catching a fish that I wanted to keep fishing but there was a big storm rolling over the mountains so we packed up and booked it out of there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-8174638785188696718?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/8174638785188696718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/8174638785188696718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/8174638785188696718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-5393303145038929651</id><published>2009-04-21T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:19:33.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories</title><content type='html'>The movie was funny, but I really began to appreciate the beauty of bedtime stories as I listened to Papa tell my kids bedtime stories catered just for them.  C got a story about the "The Lone Survivor"...Navy Seals.  B got a story about a princess who was turned into a frog.  Then they got a bible story Papa style...this time it was about Doubting Thomas.  I loved listening in.  I'm so grateful that their Papa would take the time to tell them stories each night they stayed at his house for Spring Break.  R loved Papa's stories when he was a kid, and now he tells his own bedtime stories to the kids.  They are so creative.  He knows just what they are interested in and is able to combine different characters and things that are happening in their lives to make a great story.  C loves Spongebob or World of Warcraft stories, and B loves Strawberry shortcake stories daddy style.  I don't have the talent for this.  I read stories from books because I can't come up with my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the good ones I read to the kids are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Click, Clack, Moo Cows that Type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry and the Big Hungry Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkalicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Cat Sat on a Mat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Chinese Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Bedelia...C gets them, but B doesn't&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-5393303145038929651?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/5393303145038929651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedtime-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/5393303145038929651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/5393303145038929651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedtime-stories.html' title='Bedtime Stories'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-3072553620432383514</id><published>2009-04-03T13:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:45:24.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SdZkGUagETI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cwihmxWJCbs/s1600-h/102_3733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SdZkGUagETI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cwihmxWJCbs/s320/102_3733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320550069506674994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is C with his Pinewood Derby car...Stinger!  He was a consistant 3rd placer in his 4 heats, but he didn't mind too much.  He said, "At least I wasn't last."  He had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a fun race after the boy scouts raced, and the Mom Mobile was one of the top winners.  It was made by one of the scout leader ladies.  I'm going to get some pointers from her and make a showing next year.  I'm getting started now on the carving.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mom Mobile reminds me of that movie I saw as a kid...the Gnome Mobile!  Good times!  Maybe I'll name my derby car the Gnome Mobile...and put a gnome head on the top.  I'm likin on these plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-3072553620432383514?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/3072553620432383514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom-mobile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/3072553620432383514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/3072553620432383514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom-mobile.html' title='Mom Mobile'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SdZkGUagETI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cwihmxWJCbs/s72-c/102_3733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-6234635376700368286</id><published>2009-04-01T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:21:18.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Kellie</title><content type='html'>C's student teacher in his class has been our saving grace this year.  C will do anything for this sweet young teacher.  Yesterday was her last day helping in C's class (she is going on a mission after taking her teacher exams/certifications) so she gave C a farewell note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;C,&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first came to help in Mrs. D's class and we became great friends and read all about spiders and insects!  C you are such a special boy.  You are such a hard worker and are full of great wonderful energy.  Also you are a friend to everyone.  I can always count on you C to help me and your other classmates.  C you can do anything you put your mind to!  You are one smart cookie!  I am excited for you in the future!  I have loved to watch you grow and learn!  Keep up all the great work and know that you will always have a friend in Miss Kellie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kellie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-6234635376700368286?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/6234635376700368286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-kellie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/6234635376700368286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/6234635376700368286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-kellie.html' title='Miss Kellie'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-7958057284034727434</id><published>2009-03-27T15:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:52:31.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Specialest</title><content type='html'>B told me a story today.  The best part of the story she "read" from her notebook was: "Mom loves to bake with me.  She knows cake is the specialest to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness It's Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-7958057284034727434?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/7958057284034727434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/ellen-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/7958057284034727434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/7958057284034727434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/ellen-video.html' title='Specialest'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-5580125687218554730</id><published>2009-03-24T17:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:42:18.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii watched Ellen</title><content type='html'>While I was doing step aerobics on the Wii I was watching Ellen.  Ellen was saying a lady from Utah had written in saying she had lost her job and her husband may lose his soon, and so Ellen's staff was going to her house so this lady could play Ellen's game "Gold Digger."  They showed an aerial view of MY neighborhood and circled this lady's house...very close to mine.  Then Ellen called her up and her staff knocked on her door.  She was jumping up and down with excitement.  She got to go up in the truck with this money blowing machine and grab as much as she could in a certain amount of time.  She stuffed it into her shirt.  It was a good thing she had layers on. C got his shoes on and ran out to see if it was happening right then.  He claims that he saw the Ellen truck leaving.  That was a fun thing to have happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-5580125687218554730?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/5580125687218554730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/wii-watched-ellen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/5580125687218554730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/5580125687218554730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/wii-watched-ellen.html' title='Wii watched Ellen'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-3762654577837223265</id><published>2009-03-20T14:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:16:15.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sc7Z4GDt7ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/AI1R3pH2cPA/s1600-h/102_3697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sc7Z4GDt7ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/AI1R3pH2cPA/s320/102_3697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318427767693241746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little princess had a picnic on the front porch with her friends Kimberly and Gigi. Kimberly insisted on saying grace because it would be dangerous to eat otherwise.  It was precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the RS Birthday Dinner we got a great poem about Princesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A strong princess works out everyday to keep her body in shape, but a princess of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong princess isn't afraid of anything, but a princess of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong princess won't let anyone get the best of her, but a princess of strength gives the best of herself to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong princess makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future.  A princess of strength realizes lifes mistakes can also be God's blessings and capitalizes on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong princess walks sure footedly, but a princess of strength knows God will catch her when she falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong princess wears the look of confidence on her face, but a princess of strength wears grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong princess has faith that she is strong enough for the journey, but a princess of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-3762654577837223265?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/3762654577837223265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/3762654577837223265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/3762654577837223265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/princess.html' title='Princess'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sc7Z4GDt7ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/AI1R3pH2cPA/s72-c/102_3697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-1802442818327579729</id><published>2009-03-19T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:53:12.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 5:30 to blaring fire alarms, and scared kids on the 18th.  It was a planned power outage, and it triggered our fire alarms.  They were going off every couple of minutes.  I stumbled around trying to find a flashlight.  I found the the one in its usual place by my computer, but B likes playing with flashlights so it was out of juice.  Finally, I remember the lantern N&amp;P gave us down in the closet in the kitchen and that worked just perfect because I had charged it up.  R was able to pull all the batteries out of the fire alarms so we could go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day some lady driving while on her cell phone tried to oggg me with her car but I was able to avoid it with my excellent defensive driving abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a bad dream about running over someone and just feeling completely horrified.  I'm glad I woke up from that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-1802442818327579729?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/1802442818327579729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/1802442818327579729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/1802442818327579729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up!'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-620965915943978426</id><published>2009-03-17T18:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:56:23.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Juice</title><content type='html'>B told me today why she doesn't like apple juice.  She says because it tastes like they squished the rotten out of it.  She is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C explained to me how he made a painting at school.  I'm glad he cared enough to explain this to me.  He is usually annoyed at my questions of what is going on at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that R was so understanding of my breaking the car.  He took care of everything with the help of his bro B (thanks) who helped tow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-620965915943978426?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/620965915943978426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/apple-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/620965915943978426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/620965915943978426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/apple-juice.html' title='Apple Juice'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-8958867459214090946</id><published>2009-03-17T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:26:29.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Costly mistakes</title><content type='html'>Running the car completely out of gas was a costly mistake...$500.  There were several factors that led to this mistake.  We share the car so R must have been driving when the gas light first came on.  I was driving on Sunday so I didn't want to stop for gas, and I was in a hurry when I noticed the low gas.  I wasn't driving very far so I figured I would be okay since you still have 20 miles worth of gas when the light first comes on.  I assumed it was the first time the light came on.  Anyway, I guess this pay out to the mechanics helped stimulate their economy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-8958867459214090946?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/8958867459214090946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/costly-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/8958867459214090946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/8958867459214090946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/costly-mistakes.html' title='Costly mistakes'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-1037815752132831922</id><published>2009-03-15T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:57:06.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed listening to B&amp;amp;K speak. They both did really well. H's little talk was adorable. On the way back I ran out of gas in the EXACT same spot I ran out of gas the time before...I never learn. Some nice men pushed me out of the intersection and another guy went and filled up a gas can for me. Then R came to rescue me. The car is still on the side of the road because it wouldn't start even after putting gas in it. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-1037815752132831922?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/1037815752132831922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/1037815752132831922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/1037815752132831922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-5168223398680271200</id><published>2009-03-14T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:45:26.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sc7bJuMSRcI/AAAAAAAAABA/3uhAdKLr1fY/s1600-h/102_3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sc7bJuMSRcI/AAAAAAAAABA/3uhAdKLr1fY/s320/102_3679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318429170036000194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed trekking on up to the Draper temple openhouse today with all the B's. It feels so good to be surrounded by family. I loved chatting with the ladies why the mens went off to the hunting expo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-5168223398680271200?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/5168223398680271200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-enjoyed-trekking-on-up-to-draper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/5168223398680271200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/5168223398680271200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-enjoyed-trekking-on-up-to-draper.html' title='Temple Trek'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sc7bJuMSRcI/AAAAAAAAABA/3uhAdKLr1fY/s72-c/102_3679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-2973216695333535883</id><published>2009-03-14T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:28:24.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PB&amp;J</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just feel like a PBJ with a tall glass of milk.  Friday the 13th was that day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_K4TFtjaOWw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_K4TFtjaOWw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-2973216695333535883?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/2973216695333535883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/pb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/2973216695333535883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/2973216695333535883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/pb.html' title='PB&amp;J'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-3469543542868689831</id><published>2009-03-11T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:05:47.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SbgLPkQ_ucI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VipcolahyOQ/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312008122544404930" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SbgLPkQ_ucI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VipcolahyOQ/s320/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. and I made cookies today. She was very insistent about doing it, because she wants to be a Baker one day and have a store called B's Bakery. She is so cute to put on her apron and pull a chair over to help. What will I do when she goes to school all day next year? I'm sure I'll find something, but I'll miss my loving girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-3469543542868689831?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/3469543542868689831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/3469543542868689831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/3469543542868689831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/SbgLPkQ_ucI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VipcolahyOQ/s72-c/scan0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949133675339608216.post-1804370480779734475</id><published>2009-03-10T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:58:37.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following youtube video is my inspiration for this blog's name:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj3iNxZ8Dww"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj3iNxZ8Dww&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually watching the pageant when this happened and I've never seen a girl flub an answer so badly. You have to admit that it was a really stupid question so it was an ideal situation for a craptastic answer that we can mock forevermore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sbcaks96adI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yADquedHam0/s1600-h/failandsuchas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311743503355242962" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sbcaks96adI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yADquedHam0/s320/failandsuchas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949133675339608216-1804370480779734475?l=lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/feeds/1804370480779734475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/1804370480779734475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949133675339608216/posts/default/1804370480779734475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuchas.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-inspiration.html' title='My Inspiration'/><author><name>AndSuchAs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974025809787209205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13958160434733838395'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAeQ9BRRTow/Sbcaks96adI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yADquedHam0/s72-c/failandsuchas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>