<?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-5551105486200523386</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:36:49.049-08:00</updated><category term='snow peas'/><title type='text'>~</title><subtitle type='html'>Farmer Freitas' Wife</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-7429270542744555123</id><published>2012-01-26T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:20:04.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Popular Demand....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally got some excellent pictures of me preggers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I mean excellent!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not really, but they'll work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We've taken some but everytime we do Nathan doesn't think I look pregnant in them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's because I'm usually in sweat pants and a big t-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I should get dressed more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I do shower everyday so I don't feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think my face looks fuzzy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan said the camera kept focusing on my bust or belly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDT8xuX3JZU/TyFcaWt99oI/AAAAAAAADnI/-Ddv5oern5I/s1600/296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDT8xuX3JZU/TyFcaWt99oI/AAAAAAAADnI/-Ddv5oern5I/s640/296.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can you tell the difference between this next picture (below) and the next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWql3mY5AYM/TyFccu_5hiI/AAAAAAAADnQ/JscHcw-n6CY/s1600/297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWql3mY5AYM/TyFccu_5hiI/AAAAAAAADnQ/JscHcw-n6CY/s640/297.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Any difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5nL4xDe3QQ/TyFce0PZY-I/AAAAAAAADnY/BFGtP32b3os/s1600/298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5nL4xDe3QQ/TyFce0PZY-I/AAAAAAAADnY/BFGtP32b3os/s640/298.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guessed it, hand and arm position.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which hand should go on top and which hand should go on bottom,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to accentuate the belly of course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHICH!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nI4ozTqqJNU/TyFchZZdvyI/AAAAAAAADng/NlKgbmwV09c/s1600/299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nI4ozTqqJNU/TyFchZZdvyI/AAAAAAAADng/NlKgbmwV09c/s640/299.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;NOW we're talkin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WqfP51CwgV4/TyFcj6r7d8I/AAAAAAAADno/UCj6sqon1kk/s1600/300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WqfP51CwgV4/TyFcj6r7d8I/AAAAAAAADno/UCj6sqon1kk/s640/300.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Below is the best one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little modern dance/vogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to do either so I'm surprised I pulled this off so inspiring-ly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_69StG-dg14/TyFcme8252I/AAAAAAAADnw/qa3ez6nVrjc/s1600/301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_69StG-dg14/TyFcme8252I/AAAAAAAADnw/qa3ez6nVrjc/s640/301.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went to my Dr. appointment yesterday morning...just before these pictures where taken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I looked like when the Dr. said I am 28 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Io3t4bvlZLs/TyFcok5mjfI/AAAAAAAADn4/UzeuDXAWDns/s1600/302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Io3t4bvlZLs/TyFcok5mjfI/AAAAAAAADn4/UzeuDXAWDns/s640/302.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know I'm bad. I haven't been keeping track of what week I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes I was surprised I was so far along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I took this weirdo picture before I had any reason for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I didn't get deoderant on my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I had make up on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can ya do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok! Ok! I'll start keeping track of what week I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/5551105486200523386-7429270542744555123?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7429270542744555123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=7429270542744555123&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7429270542744555123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7429270542744555123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-popular-demand.html' title='By Popular Demand....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDT8xuX3JZU/TyFcaWt99oI/AAAAAAAADnI/-Ddv5oern5I/s72-c/296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-6589003662596829876</id><published>2012-01-19T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T04:54:00.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of the Black Pearl: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2012/01/curse-of-black-pearl-part-i.html"&gt;Part I here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Part II - the best part&lt;br /&gt;less pictures but I think more meaningful&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Marley and I had big plans:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to the SOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playdate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dollar Store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Library! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pick up Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go grocery shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big snow storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So before I shoveled the 1 foot plus of snow off the walkway and driveway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went out to see if the car would start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Battery was dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried like the hormonal crazy woman that I AM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came back in the house and pouted...and cried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sent several text messages to Nathan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He suggested asking neighbors and friends to jump the Black Pearl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was tired of asking for help and emotional and I was sure the battery was a lost cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided we probably needed to get it jumped and then go straight for a new battery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan worked on trying to see if he could take the early bus home so he could rally some help or something. But, he found that he could not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley of course dried my tears with tissues and asked what was wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(She is used to the this but usually I have no reason for my tears...or I don't want to tell her the reason.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told her that the car won't start so we can't go shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She too was disappointed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But continued to take care of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom called because she had seen the weather for our area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, "I wish I was there so I could give you a hug."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought, "I wish you were here to give me a ride!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She made me feel better and told me to find something to do around the house, a project or just clean up one room.&lt;br /&gt;She also told me to stop crying so much and scaring my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;She's never scared. Not when I'm crying at least. &lt;br /&gt;sheesh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Marley and I cleaned the living room and tidied the dinning room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We swept the entry, kitchen and dinning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the whole downstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;That felt good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretty much get her to do anything if I call her Cinderella and act like one of her step sisters.&lt;br /&gt;She always replies with a low head, "Yes Anastasia."&lt;br /&gt;And then she gets to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSItAS8YS24/TxbCTrzJSuI/AAAAAAAADmg/as9xCCqa4Bc/s1600/012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSItAS8YS24/TxbCTrzJSuI/AAAAAAAADmg/as9xCCqa4Bc/s400/012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken of Marley by Marley. On this infamous day in January.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just about to tackle the bathroom when Nathan texted me and said there was a battery at our local Napa, just right for our car!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Problem was, he would get home after they were closed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked if Marley and I should walk over and get it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember snowy, icy and COLD outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Nathan informed me that the battery would be a solid 40 pounds!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suggested the JEEP stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley could ride there and then the battery could ride back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan agreed that might work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also offered that if we took the old battery with us we wouldn't have to pay a $12 core fee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHICH we could get back once we took our old battery in, but gently suggested that maybe I could take it out and Marley could walk both ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley got fully suited up in snow clothes and I bundled up and we went out to the garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I did anything I checked to make sure it wasn't going to start.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley suggested, "Lets be brave and just fix it mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That made me smile and I said, "Well, we're gonna try."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I explained the whole thing to her. The battery, the stroller, the walk, the cold, and hopefully in the end it would be fixed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(As she wandered around the garage she continually encouraged our quest with suggestions of bravery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That actually helped me a lot!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I tried several tools in my attempt to get the bolts off of the battery, Marley suggested that we take the double jogging stroller our friends gave to us in September.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good idea. Then they could both ride in the stroller AND it has a giant plastic rain cover that would protect Marley from the wind and cold. The problem was it looked like it was buried in the corner of the garage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told her that was a great idea but it might be too hard to get to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After texting Nathan several times about tools and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And saying a few swears in my head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stopped saying swears in my head and stuck to just praying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found the perfect tool and got the battery out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It WAS heavy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I proceeded to dig the double stroller out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually only had to scoot some bins aside and then move a stroller and a car seat to get to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hauled it out to the breezeway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sat there while I went out to shovel the walkway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley came out and played in the snow for about 2 minutes and then got too cold and I helped her inside and put a show on for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished shoveling and set up the double stroller outside on the walk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to figure out the plastic rain cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put the battery in one side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I went in the house, we went to the bathroom, bundled Marley up in full snow clothes and she climbed into the other side of the stroller, next to the battery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWbHHjZPmr4/TxbDYaEYw7I/AAAAAAAADmw/jps1nvNKafY/s1600/009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWbHHjZPmr4/TxbDYaEYw7I/AAAAAAAADmw/jps1nvNKafY/s400/009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't get this picture to come into blogger correctly...so you'll just have to turn your head.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grabbed some tissues because the cold was making our noses run.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Which is weird because it was also freezing my nose hairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We trudged out to the road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No side walks in these parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hardest part was getting the stroller over the small berm the plow makes at the end of our driveway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pushed and then I had to climb to the other side of the hill and pull the strollers front wheel until I got it over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started walking. Well, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was icy and I slipped twice but I didn't fall because of the stroller and it's heavy contents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hadn't put the plastic rain cover on correctly so it wasn't staying closed. Marley had full snow clothes on and a blanket but she was still cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have any long underwear because....I just don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my legs were COLD!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round trip the walk is exactly one mile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I only know that because later when I was telling my sister all about this she asked how far away the auto store was and she wanted it in miles. I was pretty sure it was less than a mile. Later I clocked it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully, all the roads were plowed! When we got to the store the parking lot was not plowed... So, it was a little tough to get to the front door. It is a VERY small parking lot though. When we got there one of the workers (a VERY nice man) helped us get the stroller inside by holding all the doors open and even unlatching one of the double doors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said, "What can we do for you?" Just as he noticed a child AND a battery in my stroller.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "We need a new battery."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said, "Oh. I see that now."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole exchange took less than 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man suggested that we leave the stroller where it was and walk around the store for a little while to warm up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a nice man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got peanut m&amp;amp;m's from there little machine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked around and discussed tools and parts and whatnot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We really only knew what we were talking about when we came to the broom isle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley made sure to let me know that she wanted every single one of the those brooms for her birthday but especially the little one that was her size.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(She pretty much says she wants EVERYTHING for her birthday whenever we go shopping. When she says she wants something, I say, maybe someday. Then she says, maybe for my birthday or Christmas? I say, maybe. She is satisfied and we move on. It works for us.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley got a gum ball on our way out and TWO came out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to fix the rain fly so it would stay closed better. And instead of putting the blanket ON Marley I put it behind her head to stop the wind from coming in the back of the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;That was MUCH better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKZZXnxkEa0/TxbDzKOVTfI/AAAAAAAADm4/D_KZzw6gG38/s1600/008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKZZXnxkEa0/TxbDzKOVTfI/AAAAAAAADm4/D_KZzw6gG38/s400/008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We trudged back home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gnawing on our hard gum balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were good but hard so half way home we both spit it out into the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley went inside to finished her show while I tried to put the battery back in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to start the car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started with gusto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sounded SO brave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was SO HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt SO good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt validated and empowered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was on top of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But also very tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig_I3MzJWHM/TxbEdtIuFcI/AAAAAAAADnA/Z0wz2M6MMxU/s1600/011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig_I3MzJWHM/TxbEdtIuFcI/AAAAAAAADnA/Z0wz2M6MMxU/s400/011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was about 12:45 (good thing we had gotten an early start on the day) by this time and Nathan was getting off at 2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate lunch in the house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Marley settled into watching another show and by 1:00 I was out shoveling the driveway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By 1:45 we were on our way to get dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the bank.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Between the bank and the store the engine light came on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe the nerve of The Curse!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a good thing Nathan wasn't driving because I think he might have jerked the car into oncoming traffic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO! That's a little extreme and tragic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he was peeved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I calmly suggested we stop at Advanced Auto and run the diagnostic and see if it's the same problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a new problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, Nathan instantly had an idea of what the problem might be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said, "Ok, I'm going to research and probably order ANOTHER part and fix this but, this is the last thing I'm fixing."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has said this before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I just laughed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems he just can't let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad...he'll know our car SO well we'll have it for decades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, maybe not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I'm still so glad he is willing to try to fix things himself to save money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The part is ordered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan is confident it will be an easy and quick fix.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE CURSE WILL BE LIFTED!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How have we survived financially?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we still haven't hit $300 in parts so considering the first repair was going to be be over $400 we are still ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, since we didn't drive our car for nearly 2 weeks we had more money because we hadn't needed gas. We try to only drive to the Soo three times a week or less (one of those is for church) but still we saved money on gas...which went to parts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we hadn't eaten out. We try not to eat out much too but when we limit our trips to the Soo, it makes our days in the Soo LONG because of all the errands and we usually end up getting something. Even if it's just one eat out per week, that can add up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thankfully we bought our car with cash about 5 years ago so, we don't have a car payment on top of repairs. That's nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize that the curse has not been officially lifted and ultimately when it comes to cars eventual repairs are inevitable, but unless there is more DRAMA with the up coming repair, this concludes the saga of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-6589003662596829876?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6589003662596829876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=6589003662596829876&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6589003662596829876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6589003662596829876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2012/01/curse-of-black-pearl-part-ii.html' title='The Curse of the Black Pearl: Part II'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSItAS8YS24/TxbCTrzJSuI/AAAAAAAADmg/as9xCCqa4Bc/s72-c/012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-7303447948816886067</id><published>2012-01-17T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:45:43.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of the Black Pearl: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, we're pirate fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the actual pirates that steal, pillage, take hostages, and murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Disney pirates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus, our car's name is The Black Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;(Pearly black 2001 Honda Accord EX with a V6 engine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjGQDzXeQBY/TxWeqTgK_XI/AAAAAAAADkw/MpWewrO7zh0/s1600/105+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjGQDzXeQBY/TxWeqTgK_XI/AAAAAAAADkw/MpWewrO7zh0/s400/105+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take good care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves us.&lt;br /&gt;She takes good care of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, the past couple of months she has been cursed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started with the engine light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4zeHkRs1Tw/TxWe_EOuF1I/AAAAAAAADk4/cNU8XYWqoaU/s1600/check+engine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4zeHkRs1Tw/TxWe_EOuF1I/AAAAAAAADk4/cNU8XYWqoaU/s1600/check+engine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Remember&lt;a href="http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/district-conference-weekend-away-part-1.html"&gt; that story&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a long story.&lt;br /&gt;Recap: our engine light came on while we were heading out of town for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;While out of town we got swindled by a mechanic who charged us big bucks just for a diagnostic.&lt;br /&gt;Which, by the way, we have learned since, you can do yourself for FREE at most auto parts stores.&lt;br /&gt;(We know! We've done it SEVERAL times since!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hcefMrO5Y4/TxWfbQfuRAI/AAAAAAAADlA/QsL6yCa1c_U/s1600/diagnostic+thingy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hcefMrO5Y4/TxWfbQfuRAI/AAAAAAAADlA/QsL6yCa1c_U/s1600/diagnostic+thingy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He said we'd be fine to drive it back to the U.P. but we should get it fixed or our car would start stalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned home, Nathan looked the diagnostic code up online.&lt;br /&gt;He found it was an emission clog.&lt;br /&gt;He also did some research and found it would probably be over $400 to get it fixed by a mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to purchase the manual for The Black Pearl and Nathan found lots of tutorials online on how to fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPS7wVDMPRQ/TxWgB5Fnc_I/AAAAAAAADlI/TM31WbRG3Og/s1600/parts+maual.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPS7wVDMPRQ/TxWgB5Fnc_I/AAAAAAAADlI/TM31WbRG3Og/s1600/parts+maual.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He felt that he could probably fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still has a full time job so it was a semi-slow process with lots of trouble shooting.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered parts in phases.&lt;br /&gt;The cheaper ones first, of course...maybe they would be the fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bk_6TV5ZZs/TxWgWyOMpVI/AAAAAAAADlQ/THUiGKW-ZNM/s1600/gaskets+for+ERG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bk_6TV5ZZs/TxWgWyOMpVI/AAAAAAAADlQ/THUiGKW-ZNM/s1600/gaskets+for+ERG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then the more expensive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bk_6TV5ZZs/TxWgWyOMpVI/AAAAAAAADlQ/THUiGKW-ZNM/s1600/gaskets+for+ERG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxXwK-MM5jk/TxWgkLJitmI/AAAAAAAADlY/qi30RndNAho/s1600/ERG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxXwK-MM5jk/TxWgkLJitmI/AAAAAAAADlY/qi30RndNAho/s1600/ERG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And all the while, lots of cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3KUF7tFs9k/TxWg_va7QuI/AAAAAAAADlg/UWB3cWSlvjU/s1600/cleaner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3KUF7tFs9k/TxWg_va7QuI/AAAAAAAADlg/UWB3cWSlvjU/s1600/cleaner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of resetting the fuse to get the engine light off...only to have it pop back on.&lt;br /&gt;That was always how we knew she wasn't fixed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we could still drive her.&lt;br /&gt;Each time we would run a diagnostic to make sure it was still the same problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time Nathan took the car apart to clean, he would go further and further through the system.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Nathan was tinkering and recleaning and taking apart and putting back together when he found THE CLOG.&lt;br /&gt;It was so obvious and he was relieved and convinced she was fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we started smelling gasoline fumes. Very subtle at first. Only I could smell it.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, Nathan came home after using the car and said, yes, we have a fume problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did some research online to get an idea of what to look for and what might be the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Then studied the parts manual.&lt;br /&gt;Then took it all apart again.&lt;br /&gt;He found a broken fuel injector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T35fjtDC2kc/TxWhbZtMgrI/AAAAAAAADlo/13g_M0gogC8/s1600/fuel+injector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T35fjtDC2kc/TxWhbZtMgrI/AAAAAAAADlo/13g_M0gogC8/s1600/fuel+injector.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided we couldn't drive her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was malodorous and in my condition those fumes were bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQJ6oqeCYTQ/TxWj08eDnSI/AAAAAAAADmY/wqP9ZloTjU0/s1600/BIG+pregnant+belly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQJ6oqeCYTQ/TxWj08eDnSI/AAAAAAAADmY/wqP9ZloTjU0/s1600/BIG+pregnant+belly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan ordered more parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our good friend was kind enough to come and get us for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan fixed it!&lt;br /&gt;(but only after breaking TWO 3/8 to 1/4 socket adapters :-(&lt;br /&gt;Ours and our neighbors. Ooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7OboL32n-Y/TxWhvtZf7xI/AAAAAAAADlw/1nSxxTEywTw/s1600/adapter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7OboL32n-Y/TxWhvtZf7xI/AAAAAAAADlw/1nSxxTEywTw/s1600/adapter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;don't worry we are going to replace it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, our car was fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except then the battery was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAw397Og0Eo/TxWiHxkdNEI/AAAAAAAADl4/o9Q3CYTysiM/s1600/dirty+car+battery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAw397Og0Eo/TxWiHxkdNEI/AAAAAAAADl4/o9Q3CYTysiM/s1600/dirty+car+battery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have known since last summer that our battery was on its last leg.&lt;br /&gt;It would die if Marley and I had the car off and the radio on, after only about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Or it would just die if we didn't drive it often enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our kind neighbor gave us a jump.&lt;br /&gt;(The last of probably at least three or four.)&lt;br /&gt;I drove it around a little bit to charge the battery and then stopped at the local store to pick up a few things. (tortillas, cheese, sour cream...for burrrrrrritos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc485KcfKBk/TxWiikS5KeI/AAAAAAAADmA/PqRE568TKcA/s1600/burrito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc485KcfKBk/TxWiikS5KeI/AAAAAAAADmA/PqRE568TKcA/s1600/burrito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&lt;span id="rg_hr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We hadn't been to the store in almost three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQBRR54Iwcs/TxWi0XhkgxI/AAAAAAAADmI/AByA1m8TjoU/s1600/bare+cupboards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQBRR54Iwcs/TxWi0XhkgxI/AAAAAAAADmI/AByA1m8TjoU/s1600/bare+cupboards.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out of the store, the car started!&lt;br /&gt;PHEW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later (last Friday) Marley and I had big plans:&lt;br /&gt;Go to the SOO! &lt;br /&gt;Playdate!&lt;br /&gt;The Dollar Store&lt;br /&gt;The bank&lt;br /&gt;The Library! &lt;br /&gt;Pick up Dad!&lt;br /&gt;Go grocery shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery was dead, again.&lt;br /&gt;Big snow storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky cried like the hormonal crazy woman that she IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfV16_lX0sE/TxWjKrqLNKI/AAAAAAAADmQ/pRBlBuhX3VE/s1600/hormonal+crying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfV16_lX0sE/TxWjKrqLNKI/AAAAAAAADmQ/pRBlBuhX3VE/s1600/hormonal+crying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stay tuned PART II on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: None of these pictures are mine...just googled images.&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT the first one.&lt;br /&gt;That REALLY is THE Black Pearl with last winters salt ravages all over her...which is pretty much exactly what she looks like right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-7303447948816886067?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7303447948816886067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=7303447948816886067&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7303447948816886067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7303447948816886067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2012/01/curse-of-black-pearl-part-i.html' title='The Curse of the Black Pearl: Part I'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjGQDzXeQBY/TxWeqTgK_XI/AAAAAAAADkw/MpWewrO7zh0/s72-c/105+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-4615049147504359381</id><published>2012-01-12T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T07:38:19.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley!!!! You Goonie!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I let my daughter watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyQ4pi4cBUk/Tw70Q_It0wI/AAAAAAAADkY/1Vz4bbOnkH8/s1600/the+goonies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyQ4pi4cBUk/Tw70Q_It0wI/AAAAAAAADkY/1Vz4bbOnkH8/s1600/the+goonies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I watched Goonies everyday starting around her age.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesn't watch it everyday though...not yet. ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she has only seen it a handful of times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, while we were making dinner, she was talking about a movie we have, one that she wanted to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know that movie that the guy is in a red coat and he drops the bottle?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had no idea what movie she was talking about so I tried to coax more clues out of her, but I couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few minutes later, after we had moved on to other topics she randomly said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hope it wasn't my fozit bottle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though she got some of the words wrong, her tone was accurate and I instantly knew what movie she was talking about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told her we could watch it tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(which is today)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her favorite character is Chunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7imF7WM2ju4/Tw7qcpYkSJI/AAAAAAAADkQ/aBpNjEMqI4c/s1600/chunk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7imF7WM2ju4/Tw7qcpYkSJI/AAAAAAAADkQ/aBpNjEMqI4c/s1600/chunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I like him. He has cwazy hair like mine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cyndi Lauper is on the tv for a couple seconds and Marley asked if I could do her hair like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny because at the time, her hair already looked like Cyndi Lauper's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In style...but not in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm pretty sure she was hoping for Cyndi's color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3oGrjXYRpw/Tw73TFhumFI/AAAAAAAADko/iRGy8vKuyec/s1600/cyndi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3oGrjXYRpw/Tw73TFhumFI/AAAAAAAADko/iRGy8vKuyec/s1600/cyndi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other parts she really likes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Chunk smashes is pizza and shake on the window and the shake splashes his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; When Troy is on the toilet and gets shot up into the ceiling and then slammed into the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Daddy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The line the Goonies say together at the same time of Troy's mishap is often used in our family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Let's get out of here! Like NOW!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostly after we've been in Walnast too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her second favorite character is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sloth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey you guyys!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVwhhdbBPVA/Tw71fetKB6I/AAAAAAAADkg/jpDq9rpbVe0/s1600/sloth+and+chunk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVwhhdbBPVA/Tw71fetKB6I/AAAAAAAADkg/jpDq9rpbVe0/s1600/sloth+and+chunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sloth, you're gonna live with me now. Yea, I'm gonna take care of you. Cuz I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sloth love Chunk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: "Can we get a Sloth?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just laughed and asked, "Marley love Sloth?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of her least favorite parts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Chunk is being interrogated by the Fratelli's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks traumatic to a kid but it's hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that there really are two versions of The Goonies and one really does have an octopus in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw it once when I was babysitting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No pen...no write...no SIGN!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I would love to live in Astoria, Oregon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.oldoregon.com/"&gt;their site&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't it sound and look beautiful there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right at the mouth of the Colombia River and so close to the Oregon coast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They even have a &lt;a href="http://www.oldoregon.com/visitor-info/entry/goonies-never-say-die/"&gt;Goonies page&lt;/a&gt; and June 7 every year is Goonies day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the Youtube at the bottom of that page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh. I love that movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-4615049147504359381?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4615049147504359381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=4615049147504359381&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4615049147504359381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4615049147504359381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2012/01/marley-you-goonie.html' title='Marley!!!! You Goonie!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyQ4pi4cBUk/Tw70Q_It0wI/AAAAAAAADkY/1Vz4bbOnkH8/s72-c/the+goonies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-8740918205140090046</id><published>2012-01-11T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:42:47.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Winds-day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's actually not blustery at all today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to open the blinds...cuz it's SUNNY today!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And snuggle up on the couch with the warm laund-raaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched the Biggest Loser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love that show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, you already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something you might not know...but probably know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a hormonal, pregnant, basket case.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farmer Freitas KNOWS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley pretty much knows but doesn't have the label to put on her randomly crying, moody, fun, hysterically funny, dancing (all in one minute) mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now YOU know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe you'll understand better why I LOVE this commerical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw it today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made me CRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to cry when it showed that dad in the crib with his tired but fighting sleep baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a good commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though it is just marketing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our life is truly what we make of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H1ni1lQBEXg?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also went for a walk today in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That felt goooood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-8740918205140090046?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8740918205140090046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=8740918205140090046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8740918205140090046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8740918205140090046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-winds-day.html' title='It&apos;s Winds-day!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H1ni1lQBEXg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-5516600039520168967</id><published>2012-01-10T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:51:38.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures from my phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a little memory card for my phone for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it is January 11th I decided it was time to figure out how to use it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was surprisingly simple to get the pictures from my phone to the card and then to the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJVkDlqAMdw/TwxMeYmESgI/AAAAAAAADjY/9i6TSLxSYrM/s1600/so+happy%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJVkDlqAMdw/TwxMeYmESgI/AAAAAAAADjY/9i6TSLxSYrM/s200/so+happy%2521.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooooo.....there are pictures on there from when I got my phone in August 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was SO long ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna see um?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOO BAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbFPXv-_-F4/TwxOxKYSWpI/AAAAAAAADjw/pNuCkU3GTnY/s1600/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbFPXv-_-F4/TwxOxKYSWpI/AAAAAAAADjw/pNuCkU3GTnY/s320/003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that face! And that guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ha ha! Sleepy head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCmHbH2tTA8/TwxOx0tkEqI/AAAAAAAADj4/eVTlsiOOqIc/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCmHbH2tTA8/TwxOx0tkEqI/AAAAAAAADj4/eVTlsiOOqIc/s320/004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were in Park City with the Freitas clan (August 2010). Marley was loving swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was fully clothed when we put her in our room to take a nap in the closet she had been sleeping in on this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we went in to check on her, she had a swimming diaper on, on TOP of a floaty suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she was asleep on her bed in the closet. (closet door always open)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bR-I-eudpQA/TwxOydceLRI/AAAAAAAADkA/7y0cnpkkh2A/s1600/005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bR-I-eudpQA/TwxOydceLRI/AAAAAAAADkA/7y0cnpkkh2A/s320/005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9MVG4HrQPA/TwxOy-SkVII/AAAAAAAADkI/TV2PTmg1JjM/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9MVG4HrQPA/TwxOy-SkVII/AAAAAAAADkI/TV2PTmg1JjM/s320/006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There were 229 pictures on my phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; That's it for now though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More great pictures are yet to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lots of random pictures taken by Marley....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lots of Marley taking silly face pictures of herself.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and driving across country while moving to Mich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-5516600039520168967?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5516600039520168967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=5516600039520168967&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5516600039520168967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5516600039520168967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures-from-my-phone.html' title='pictures from my phone'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJVkDlqAMdw/TwxMeYmESgI/AAAAAAAADjY/9i6TSLxSYrM/s72-c/so+happy%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-902359440659354170</id><published>2011-12-31T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:51:54.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions (NYR's)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, some people are nay sayers when it comes to NYR's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say, "Why does the new year have to instigate change?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I say if anytime is as good as the next than WHY NOT at new year's?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a NEW year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What better way to convince yourself you can have a new fresh start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nontheless, this is for those who do not like New Year's Resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1eO5qSxu7s/TwNDyH_M8_I/AAAAAAAADjQ/jfTW21GZV-8/s1600/damnresolutions_wastedrita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1eO5qSxu7s/TwNDyH_M8_I/AAAAAAAADjQ/jfTW21GZV-8/s320/damnresolutions_wastedrita.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Saw this on Pinterest and it made me laugh. I had just started this post and was wondering if anyone even cares about other people's resolutions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the record I love to hear about other people's resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like to hear what they are changing...maybe a little bit about why...and definitely how!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be the first to admit that I don't always accomplish my NYR's but I don't let that stop me from setting them...and setting a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I organize them differently. &lt;br /&gt;Here is how I did it this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drinking Soda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't usually buy it and have it in our house, but over the holidays we did.&lt;br /&gt;When we eat out, which still is maybe once a week, I like to get a soda.&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watching so many shows by myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gotta watch The Biggest Loser by myself, Nathan doesn't like it and I love it. That is the perfect show while folding laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that big list of shows I was watching.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some I just stopped watching some...for my health.&lt;br /&gt;Some I finished out the season (to see who won) but, I'm not picking up the new seasons.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;START:&lt;/b&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;b&gt;Keeping track of every penny.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are already pretty good about keeping track of our pennies but we are going to really track it and see where we can save more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read the Book of Mormon daily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seem to be on again off again a lot....more off than on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed to say I only got through 1st and 2nd Nephi in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more consistent.&lt;br /&gt;And it will help that Sunday School [Sr. Primary] is covering the Book of Mormon this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading the Children's Friend and Ensign Magazines from cover to cover each month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 27th I read half of the January Children's Friend and the next morning I read the other half.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't tell you how much inspiration I got for Primary for the new year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Following a schedule.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people hate schedules...sometimes I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, if I make myself a schedule then I won't get lost and sucked into the internet so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Blogs, Pinterest, Hulu, Netflix, etc.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The schedule is flexible but, having a plan is better and safer than no plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Include: hobbies ~ photography practice and tutorials, photoshop practice and tutorials, organization, calling, cleaning...notice cleaning is LAST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Organizing and dejunking and archiving.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Project room: condense containers by putting stuff in binders, throwing stuff out, and completing projects.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Books: We have a lot. I need to got through them and get rid of the ones we aren't in love with.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan may or may not be building me a nice sturdy book case...it will help, a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONTINUE:&lt;/b&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;b&gt;Reading more books!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to read 24 books this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will be purchasing a library card in the Soo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll blog about that another day...but it means I can read MORE books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Indexing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was doing this really well before I got sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each week I would set a goal and would often exceed my goals.&lt;br /&gt;Need to get back to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking about these resolution ideas since Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I like them. I think they are attainable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you read the first article in the January Ensign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So positive and uplifting and inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://lds.org/liahona/2012/01/living-the-abundant-life?lang=eng"&gt;read it&lt;/a&gt;, if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first paragraph...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"At the advent of a new year, I challenge Latter-day Saints everywhere to undertake a personal, diligent, significant quest for what I call the abundant life—a life filled with an abundance of success, goodness, and blessings. Just as we learned the ABCs in school, I offer my own ABCs to help us all gain the abundant life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That article by our beloved Prophet is why I make changes in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;I want a more abundant life!&lt;br /&gt;An abundance of success, goodness and blessings!&lt;br /&gt;Sounds great!&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-902359440659354170?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/902359440659354170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=902359440659354170&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/902359440659354170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/902359440659354170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions-nyrs.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions (NYR&apos;s)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1eO5qSxu7s/TwNDyH_M8_I/AAAAAAAADjQ/jfTW21GZV-8/s72-c/damnresolutions_wastedrita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-7130236496768488501</id><published>2011-12-16T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T04:00:15.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Books I Read In 2011</title><content type='html'>So here is my 2011 list of books I read: (FYI, my favorite reads are youth/young adult books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiFx6pY0PRI/TudfOPskiNI/AAAAAAAADgc/OS4Z9MvdBJ0/s1600/The+Wednesday+Wars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiFx6pY0PRI/TudfOPskiNI/AAAAAAAADgc/OS4Z9MvdBJ0/s1600/The+Wednesday+Wars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED IT! Easy read and very enjoyable story! I remember it being pretty funny at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D1uoXuB640/Tudf_jbe1bI/AAAAAAAADgk/KOR5AFrrNJY/s1600/the+book+thief.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D1uoXuB640/Tudf_jbe1bI/AAAAAAAADgk/KOR5AFrrNJY/s1600/the+book+thief.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Read! Really enjoyed it. WWII, Germany.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--12pTcgBQ6Q/TudgsapZRRI/AAAAAAAADgs/p0K4daJeheI/s1600/Jacob+Have+I+loved.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--12pTcgBQ6Q/TudgsapZRRI/AAAAAAAADgs/p0K4daJeheI/s1600/Jacob+Have+I+loved.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not posting these in the order I read them....this was one of the first of the year and I could not remember what the book was about. I had to read the synopsis on Wikipedia. I remember now. I really liked this book. It was a good read. Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lGEg1dlyWTk/TudheL_DusI/AAAAAAAADg0/RVH8XuGpQko/s1600/my+antonia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lGEg1dlyWTk/TudheL_DusI/AAAAAAAADg0/RVH8XuGpQko/s1600/my+antonia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this book. This was a book I had read in recent years. I rarely re-read books but I really like this one. I first read it just before we moved to Nebraska and the book takes place in Nebraska. Maybe that's why I love it so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willa Cather is from Nebraska, near Lincoln and when my parents visited us there, we went to her hometown and toured it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9CRvsKnblQ/TudioJzMszI/AAAAAAAADg8/gJlTwGW8sDg/s1600/The+Help.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9CRvsKnblQ/TudioJzMszI/AAAAAAAADg8/gJlTwGW8sDg/s1600/The+Help.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT!!! You've probably all read it, too. If you haven't, you SHOULD!&amp;nbsp; And see the movie, loved that too! I stole this book from my mom right before we moved and then I let my friend here in the Soo read it before I sent it back to my mom.&amp;nbsp; My friend loved the book too and she took me to see the movie with her!&amp;nbsp; SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjUbuWowEWE/Tudpp6JvQII/AAAAAAAADhE/zlE9-hhKjzQ/s1600/ghost+of+a+chance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjUbuWowEWE/Tudpp6JvQII/AAAAAAAADhE/zlE9-hhKjzQ/s1600/ghost+of+a+chance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book. It's by an LDS author and involves the single life of an LDS woman who works as a private detective for her uncle's quirky business.&amp;nbsp; It's cute and a good mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_Yzrw1NyQU/TudqxmLiEAI/AAAAAAAADhM/aq1ZumfEFmc/s1600/Does+this+clutter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_Yzrw1NyQU/TudqxmLiEAI/AAAAAAAADhM/aq1ZumfEFmc/s1600/Does+this+clutter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book. I made decluttering and organizing a hobby while we lived in Lincoln and still can't resist some books and websites on the subject. This is a good one. I think I would also enjoy Peter Walsh's book, "It's All Too Much," which was written before this one. Maybe I'll read that one in 2012?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIRQEobFXas/TudrhTVd88I/AAAAAAAADhU/lpzJkEfIxus/s1600/Life+of+Pi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIRQEobFXas/TudrhTVd88I/AAAAAAAADhU/lpzJkEfIxus/s1600/Life+of+Pi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS BOOK!!! This is another I have read before. I think this maybe one of my most favorite. The thing is...it's not for everyone. I have lent this book to two friends and they both gave it back to me after a few months and said they just couldn't get into it. Sad, because it's SO good! But, again, I guess it's not for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aavLnYpABI/Tudtlnfo6GI/AAAAAAAADhc/IjCVXgHoeN4/s1600/mathced.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aavLnYpABI/Tudtlnfo6GI/AAAAAAAADhc/IjCVXgHoeN4/s1600/mathced.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another one I stole from my mom before we moved. It was really good. It's the first in a series. The next one is out and it's called Crossed. Not sure when I'll get to read that one. Surely, our library won't get it for another 50 years or so. Mom, if you get it, send it to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like this was much like the Hunger Games...but not so much that I thought was I was reading the same book. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqNR5ZSal4w/TudvYK9yBdI/AAAAAAAADhk/jU30QnyOEZk/s1600/River+Whispers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqNR5ZSal4w/TudvYK9yBdI/AAAAAAAADhk/jU30QnyOEZk/s1600/River+Whispers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend here let me borrow this book. It's an LDS author. It's a pretty good mystery. An enjoyable easy read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BA3aFnylycQ/Tudv8Mu-oTI/AAAAAAAADhs/Hd8-1JkY8zQ/s1600/Saving+Ceecee+Honeycutt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BA3aFnylycQ/Tudv8Mu-oTI/AAAAAAAADhs/Hd8-1JkY8zQ/s1600/Saving+Ceecee+Honeycutt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same friend let me borrow this one. I LOVED IT!!! Very much! I think I would read this one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say it's a similar read to The Secret Life of Bees. Loved that book too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82pdyPtOQuc/TudwjQ7TBSI/AAAAAAAADh0/KQgs0hNrubU/s1600/Poisonwood+bible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82pdyPtOQuc/TudwjQ7TBSI/AAAAAAAADh0/KQgs0hNrubU/s1600/Poisonwood+bible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a FAT book. I had to take a break at some point while reading it. But, I did finish it. It was good. Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcTJ4u9RiIY/Tudxu5HYdeI/AAAAAAAADh8/RxbDIXgw6C8/s1600/Hallelujah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcTJ4u9RiIY/Tudxu5HYdeI/AAAAAAAADh8/RxbDIXgw6C8/s1600/Hallelujah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole this from my mom before we moved. Started it in October and just finished reading it.&amp;nbsp; It's a fat one too. It's historical fiction and is about George F. Handel, who wrote Messiah. Messiah is an oratorio that is often sung/performed around Easter and mostly Christmas. I don't own the music but would love a copy. It was a good book. I felt it was longer than it needed to be and there were loose ends, I felt, at the end...which I do not like. But it was good and I would recommend it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one book I started and stopped. Maybe one day I'll read it all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H18n00WhokA/TudzCXGHnjI/AAAAAAAADiE/kAiabUTiuw4/s1600/the+princess+bride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H18n00WhokA/TudzCXGHnjI/AAAAAAAADiE/kAiabUTiuw4/s1600/the+princess+bride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to read. I don't like books that are hard to read...not these days anyway. The actual author tries to write like he's another writer, writing about actual places and events. Talks about visiting the places, which are actually fictional places but written about as if they are real. Confusing.&amp;nbsp; At the same time the story is being read by a grandfather to his sick grandson. Maybe someday I'll try again.&amp;nbsp; We own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the movie. We don't own it. &lt;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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkhAgouvLlw/TuqYy9H8NjI/AAAAAAAADjE/2vAk-1W5Xuw/s1600/charles+dickens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkhAgouvLlw/TuqYy9H8NjI/AAAAAAAADjE/2vAk-1W5Xuw/s1600/charles+dickens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I wish I was reading right now. Charles Dickens' The Christmas Carol. I just have a hankerin'. But, we don't have it. And why would our library stock Dickens? No. The real question is why doesn't our library have ANY Dickens!!?!? Seriously, they have no Charles Dickens...not one! And they call themselves a LIBRARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DnvK3dVd36Y/TuqYVOyN1HI/AAAAAAAADi8/pHXUUiLeeoA/s1600/The-Declaration-of-Independence-and-the-Constitution-of-the-United-States-Cullop-Floyd-G-9780451531308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DnvK3dVd36Y/TuqYVOyN1HI/AAAAAAAADi8/pHXUUiLeeoA/s320/The-Declaration-of-Independence-and-the-Constitution-of-the-United-States-Cullop-Floyd-G-9780451531308.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am reading instead is a book lent to me by a wonderful woman in our branch. I started it on Monday and I am really enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a wrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is you favorite book? Genre of books?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-7130236496768488501?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7130236496768488501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=7130236496768488501&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7130236496768488501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7130236496768488501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/12/list-of-books-i-read-in-2011.html' title='List of Books I Read In 2011'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiFx6pY0PRI/TudfOPskiNI/AAAAAAAADgc/OS4Z9MvdBJ0/s72-c/The+Wednesday+Wars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-8589208002293996565</id><published>2011-12-15T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:50:53.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Aunt Kathy had a post, &lt;a href="http://gkerec.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-are-holiday-plans-coming-along.html"&gt;How are the holiday plans coming along?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her post included several questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gladly and excitedly answered all the questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I tried to post my "comment"...novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was TOO long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here are my answers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNate%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Our Christmas is coming along quite nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have all your decorations up?  Real or fake tree?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Wedecorated the day after Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNate%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have the most beautiful 7 foot fake tree. We got it forabout $45 on black Friday a few years ago. We're not black Friday shoppersper-say. We got up at a normal time and went to the stores we had scouted outahead of time through their ads and if they had trees left we'd get one. Shopkodid not...Home Depot did not but I asked if we could have the display treebecause it was such a great price and such a beautiful prelit tree with redberries and little pine cones. They said yes! I love our tree. Only thing Imiss about the real thing is the smell. The first year we had the fakey we gota pine tree smelly thingy...but we never use it because it is liquid and you'resupposed to just leave it open on a table. I don't feel good about having openliquid sitting around with Marley...even though she is really good about nottouching things we ask her not to...still makes me nervous. What if the smellhypnotized her and it told her to drink it...no...don't like to think of Marleyswiggin' on pine tree perfume.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How is your shopping going?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNate%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our shopping is mostly done. We are getting one more giftfor me this week. Then we are totally done. Still sewing some things forMarley. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nathan is still working on a homemade gift for his sister.I'm still working on homemade gifts for our parents and my siblings. Hope toget all that in the mail this Saturday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can usually surprise Nathan with a gift or two but he hasa really hard time surprising me...which I DO NOT mind...but he really wants tosurprise me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe someday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I LOVE shopping online and we pretty much have to since welive near outer Mongolia and there is no place to shop besides a tiny JC Pennyand Walnast. Can you believe there is no place that has ANYTHING maternityhere...except Walnast...and actually I don't know that they do...haven'tlooked.&amp;nbsp; ANYWAY. Sorry for the rant. I LOVE Amazon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you participate in a Secret Santa exchange? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNate%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are not participating in a Secret Santa exchange thisyear. I did last year at my job at the orthodontist. I got the lady a $20 giftcard to Maurice's and everybody else got each other Christmasdecorations...nobody told me there was a theme to the gift giving. Oh well, thelady I gave to was SOO surprised and SOO appreciative. She probably thoughtshe'd get a plastic reindeer and instead she was half way to a new purse orshirt! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a new favorite Christmas song?    &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNate%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I LOVE Christmas music! I listen in the car. There is anoldies station here that plays Christmas music 24-7. But, we can't get that station in our house. Lucky for me I only listenin the car because they claim the most Christmas music...they play it all thetime...but you hear the same songs all day....not much variety.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are SOmany Christmas Albums I want: Michael Buble, Mindy Gledhill, Jason Mraz (notsure if he has a whole album but I love his version of Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland),Barbara Streisand (grew up on her Christmas album and I LOVE it, I NEED it!),ummm...that's all I can think of. There are so many favorites...it's hard tochoose but I tend to like the jolly upbeat ones as opposed to the sappycry-baby ones. Touching I like...cry-baby, no thank you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know you didn't ask but one Christmas song I LOATH isChristmas Shoes!&amp;nbsp; EEWWWW!!!! That songwas not written to spur on Christmas joy, it was written to make you feel sadand cry. Plus, we could listen to Christmas music on my mission and onecompanion put that on repeat anytime we were in the apt or in the car for 3solid weeks! DO NOT LIKE THAT SONG!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A new favorite? No new favorites. I love Bare Naked Ladiesand Sara Mclachlan's version of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen...I think they mixsome We Three Kings into it...I love it! I own that one and listen to itanytime...throughout the year. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are your kids doing with Christmas anticipation? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNate%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marley and Christmas anticipation. Well, once mid-Novemberhit a switch turned on inside her (think it was triggered by Walnast'sChristmas decor) and she was asking begging to get our tree out and decoratefor Christmas. I might have given in but Nathan is adamant about waiting untilafter Thanksgiving. I tend to agree but, seriously I might have given in, whichlets be honest, wouldn't have been the end of the world. Grandma Alger sent usa package with gifts. That made her SO excited! The first gifts under the tree!Every day since, around 10:00am Marley and I have the same conversation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marley: Can I open my presents?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: No. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marley: Please, just one?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: No.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marley: Please can I open one present just for a minute?!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: No.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marley: I just want to see what the toys are...just for ONEminute? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: No. We will open one MAYBE two on Christmas eve. Then wewill open the rest on Christmas day. We need to wait. It will be more fun if wewait. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marley: Please just for ONE minute!?!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me yesterday: If it's too hard to see presents under thetree and not want to open them, I will hide them and they won't come back untilSanta comes and he puts them back under the tree. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marley: (worried eyes and exasperated voice) NO! DON'T DOTHAT! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer all those questions in 4,000 words or less? Ready GO!&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/5551105486200523386-8589208002293996565?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8589208002293996565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=8589208002293996565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8589208002293996565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8589208002293996565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-questions.html' title='Christmas Questions...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-6191968734290654716</id><published>2011-12-14T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T05:55:43.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Renaissance Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's Nathan's birthday!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world is right again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because once again we are the same age.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are 80 days apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During those 80 days he somehow finds casual ways to bring up that I am older than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I retort with..."Oh yea? How old are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He can NEVER remember how old he is and if he guesses he is usually a year too old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't know that I also call Farmer Freitas, The Renaissance Man, you might want to read this birthday post.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-my-my-renaissance-man.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Happy Birthday To my My Renaissance Man (December 14, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Basically, it's because he will try almost anything to be self reliant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He would rather fix, build, or grow things instead of buy them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;And if you want to know more about Nathan and our courtship you might want to read this birthday post.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-those-of-you-who-dont-know.html"&gt;For Those Of You Who Don't Know... (December 14, 2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;But, if all you have time for is THIS post, the one you are reading...here we go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here is my Renai Man fixin' the dryer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Which does indeed work now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;It took three tries...replacing three different parts, which I think ALL needed replacing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;This was the first try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJZrmbzYmm0/TuigiY0xvgI/AAAAAAAADiM/-sJEU8pyUoA/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJZrmbzYmm0/TuigiY0xvgI/AAAAAAAADiM/-sJEU8pyUoA/s320/004.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Below) The black things on the left are the old nasty parts...top ones are made from a thin cork and did not look like cork at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The two bottom things once looked like that blue thing on the right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were worn OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4BebKIi7RY/Tuigkvu4PjI/AAAAAAAADiU/wBU215FQ2Sc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4BebKIi7RY/Tuigkvu4PjI/AAAAAAAADiU/wBU215FQ2Sc/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We borrowed this rivet tool from our friend Gary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, of course, The Renai Man wants one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should write that down for a future gift idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaEirJZKk8M/TuigpAOhwGI/AAAAAAAADik/GgaUwRypvwo/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaEirJZKk8M/TuigpAOhwGI/AAAAAAAADik/GgaUwRypvwo/s320/011.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is a pretty cool tool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yimIhHpgs_k/TuigrAoEwvI/AAAAAAAADis/rBf2k1A2HW8/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yimIhHpgs_k/TuigrAoEwvI/AAAAAAAADis/rBf2k1A2HW8/s320/012.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh man he is SO handsome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFcUXe7NoKk/TuigtWm83RI/AAAAAAAADi0/oATm5Q_bLss/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFcUXe7NoKk/TuigtWm83RI/AAAAAAAADi0/oATm5Q_bLss/s320/013.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the main problem turned out being the motor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nathan tinkered with the old one and found it needed a new capacitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I asked him, "A Flux Capacitor?!?!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sadly, he didn't get it...do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I refreshed his memory and then he got it...and then he said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"You are weird! How do you remember that stuff?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Then he hugged me. = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anyway, he also found that if your capacitor is out, your whole motor is out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;No replacing just the capacitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;So, he ordered a new motor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Replaced it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;And BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Working dryer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;SO VERY NICE!&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He predicts the next thing we will need to replace in the dryer is the heater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ummm...never thought about a dryer having a heater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;But, duh...probably does since it heats the clothes up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;So far it's heating up fine...hopefully we'll be good for a couple years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;~fingers crossed~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He is still trouble shooting the car's engine light problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He has tried several things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cleaning, replacing parts, cleaning more, attempting to replace more parts and finding they are the wrong parts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's annoying...mostly to him because he just wants to fix it himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Last night I offered to take it to a mechanic so he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He got a smile on his face and said, "No, I can't let it go yet."&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't mind. I am surprising myself with my patience in the matter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I do like that he is trying so hard to fix it himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;So, far we are still ahead of having a mechanic fix it ($300+ ahead)&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;We are still driving it around, it's our only car, but we do try to keep it to a minimum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;But, we did that before the engine light, just because of gas prices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nathan has ridden the bus to and from work pretty much everyday since we moved here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm not worried about it stalling or breaking down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;And even if it does, we have excellent road side coverage through our insurance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;We'll be fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;THEN and probably only then it will go straight to a mechanic. ;-)&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;****** &lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He will be SO mad at me for telling you this but, he yelled in his sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Guess what he yelled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"MARLEY!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;It was WEIRD because he NEVER yells at Marley...I DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I couldn't tell if he was sad/scared yelling or mad yelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I turned over really fast and put my hand on his chest so he would wake up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was pretty sure he did but I couldn't ask him about it because, you know, he is completely deaf without his hearing aid and with the lights out (can't read my lips).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I turned back over and wondered as I fell back to sleep if he was mad or sad at Marley, in his dream.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;This morning I didn't ask him about it. But, he asked if he scared me, yelling in his sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I said, yes! and asked him if he remembered what he yelled. He did. Then I asked him what it was all about and he couldn't remember. He did remember it was a mad yell though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;A couple hours later he was running in our bed...just for like two seconds but it was funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He didn't remember doing that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He is sick today...he didn't feel very well yesterday and I don't think he slept very well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He's staying home...in bed....so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love that guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;So much. &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/5551105486200523386-6191968734290654716?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6191968734290654716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=6191968734290654716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6191968734290654716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6191968734290654716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-renaissance-man.html' title='Happy Birthday Renaissance Man!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJZrmbzYmm0/TuigiY0xvgI/AAAAAAAADiM/-sJEU8pyUoA/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-6698460713493805503</id><published>2011-12-10T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:05:20.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I read books...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcARKEKpvVE/TudQQY1PhEI/AAAAAAAADfk/7V2DJmzwS2A/s1600/doll+in+the+garden+better.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcARKEKpvVE/TudQQY1PhEI/AAAAAAAADfk/7V2DJmzwS2A/s1600/doll+in+the+garden+better.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did not enjoy reading when I was a kid. I liked being read to but, I didn't like to read. There was ONE book I remember reading when I was a kid and I read it over and over.&amp;nbsp; The Doll In The Garden by Mary Downing Hahn . It's a spooky mystery with a creepy ghost cat and a ghost girl. And the girl(s) in the book were probably about my age, when I was so obsessed with this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zl_8TlZH3a0/TudQkHcp3jI/AAAAAAAADfs/nihyrHGuztA/s1600/the+indian+in+the+cupboard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zl_8TlZH3a0/TudQkHcp3jI/AAAAAAAADfs/nihyrHGuztA/s1600/the+indian+in+the+cupboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A book I loved hearing was The Indian In The Cupboard by Lynne Reid Banks. A cool cupboard. A little key for the cupboard! Toys come to life when you put them in the cupboard! What's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found both books at the Lincoln Library sale a couple of years ago. I had once owned The Doll In The Garden. I was so glad to have found both favorites for my collection. I read them and wrote comments in the margins and then sent them to my sister Julie. She read them and was able to read my comments as she went along. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn't like to read in high school either. I blame the fact that I never got to pick the book I HAD to read (some I remember The Great Gatsby, The Grapes of Wrath, To Kill A Mocking Bird, The Christmas Carol). I think most of the required reading I got in high school was usually half read and then skimmed and then finished off by reading the last chapter. Just enough to write my report.&amp;nbsp; From what I hear they let kids pick the books they read for reports, these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMwvLvjCDLc/TudSDqEWnvI/AAAAAAAADf0/3HDEauq3yDc/s1600/howard+w+hunter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMwvLvjCDLc/TudSDqEWnvI/AAAAAAAADf0/3HDEauq3yDc/s1600/howard+w+hunter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The one book I got to choose to read was for a biography report. I chose Howard W. Hunter. That was the biggest book I had ever read and I read it from cover to cover. In that class we also had to give a presentation on the person we chose to do our biography on. Mrs. Navaro found my subject very interesting but my presentation was too long. Oopsie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to love reading when I started college. I LOVED reading my text books and sometimes felt like I got more from them than from my professors. In some cases this was the intent of the professors, most times not. I almost&amp;nbsp; always read the text though. Loved learning that way. My reading comprehension isn't the best and like everyone my mind would sometimes wonder. I had to read some pages over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(at one point each of these images were in a nice row on one line...blogger!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xm3jvYz8pwM/TudUU7yBaeI/AAAAAAAADgM/w3uA4vAA-Ss/s1600/language+disorders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGL9HrznvgE/TudTiWKmntI/AAAAAAAADf8/eMeOkUVrVUI/s1600/human+development.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dCHYhQSO6s/TudT2NZueJI/AAAAAAAADgE/DilRWS27mXU/s1600/human+anatomy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dCHYhQSO6s/TudT2NZueJI/AAAAAAAADgE/DilRWS27mXU/s1600/human+anatomy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGL9HrznvgE/TudTiWKmntI/AAAAAAAADf8/eMeOkUVrVUI/s1600/human+development.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xm3jvYz8pwM/TudUU7yBaeI/AAAAAAAADgM/w3uA4vAA-Ss/s1600/language+disorders.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SQGObg2xw/TudU_CKQ2XI/AAAAAAAADgU/GjL8yq3RFkM/s1600/language+development.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SQGObg2xw/TudU_CKQ2XI/AAAAAAAADgU/GjL8yq3RFkM/s1600/language+development.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been moving several textbooks every time we relocate. One day I came downstairs and Nathan had textbooks piled up all around him. He was searching the web for where he could sell the books and get the best price(s). He was trying to sell mine too. At first I was sad...I kept them for a reason...reference...someday. Plus, we've both been out of school for 5-6 years and I didn't think we would get anything for any of them. But, then I recalled hefting HEAVY boxes full of these books every time we move and I got over it. The highest buyback price was $34 for one of my Speech Language Pathology books. Booyah! We ended up sending in 9 books and getting a check for about $66. Also, shipping the books in was free...we just printed a label provided by the site we sold to and they paid the shipping. (Can't remember the site we sold to, and neither can Nathan but if anyone is interested, let me know. Nathan is willing to look around to refresh his memory, after work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started to enjoy recreational reading while I was in college. I don't even remember any of the books I read while in college, they were few and far between, except all the Harry Potter books. I remember looking forward to reading "stories" as opposed to textbooks, on my college breaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college my sister made me join her book club. She has a great book club because those ladies are such good friends too and they ALL happen to share a deep love for books. They have great discussions. Her club got me even more into reading. I wouldn't say I love it so much I always have a book in my hand, but I love it more than I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I made a new year resolution to read a least one book a month. That year I read above and beyond 12 books...I think it was something like 35!&amp;nbsp; Every year I have the same idea, at least a book a month and I usually read more. This year, I read exactly 12. I wasn't even keeping track and I counted the other day and bam! Exactly, 12. It might have something to do with our area having THE CRAPPIEST public library system. Or it might have something to do with the tv show addiction I had this fall. Nonetheless, I just barely made my goal this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting the list Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST EDIT:&amp;nbsp; I read 13 books this year....just figured that out while preparing list for Friday. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-6698460713493805503?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6698460713493805503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=6698460713493805503&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6698460713493805503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6698460713493805503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-read-books.html' title='I read books...'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcARKEKpvVE/TudQQY1PhEI/AAAAAAAADfk/7V2DJmzwS2A/s72-c/doll+in+the+garden+better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-6631167892353955486</id><published>2011-12-07T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T05:53:09.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh! Blogger is making me angry!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanted you to know that I don't want our header picture that big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I edited the photo a little so I changed the other one for the edited one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, now it's HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'd really like it centered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally figured out how to fix the blog title so it won't cover the picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now our blog title may show up as "~" for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where it says, "Farmer Freitas' Wife" now is actually the blog description. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Used up all of Nathan's photo space...I guess I just post too many photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously considered making a new email address and starting a new blog...but was too lazy/annoyed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, I bought 20 more GB for $5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even though I realize that is an excellent deal,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still felt like I was selling my soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because blogger doesn't do what I want it to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love and hate their new interface...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are aspects that are wonderful and make things easier....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are aspects that are stupid and won't let me edit them the way I want them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or I just don't know enough to make it do what I want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's probably it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, still I'm mad at blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AGGGHHHH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS - Yes mom, I will try to make our picture smaller so you can see if I have posted without scrolling down. But, not today. Carl's angry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's a random picture, just because I CAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qm21FFqVkk0/Tt9tPxAT6RI/AAAAAAAADfU/UZ6suC_GX80/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qm21FFqVkk0/Tt9tPxAT6RI/AAAAAAAADfU/UZ6suC_GX80/s640/046.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Are you ever frustrated with blogger?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you get it to do what you want it to?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see that you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're blog is beautiful and perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you using the new interface?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you use a blogger template?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-6631167892353955486?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6631167892353955486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=6631167892353955486&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6631167892353955486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6631167892353955486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/12/argh-blogger-is-making-me-angry.html' title='Argh! Blogger is making me angry!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qm21FFqVkk0/Tt9tPxAT6RI/AAAAAAAADfU/UZ6suC_GX80/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-1724967814368465817</id><published>2011-12-06T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T05:48:05.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTALLY thought we were having Twins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan knew the whole time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOTALLY thought we were having a boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan knew the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's A Girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who is SO excited to have a sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Is this balloon for me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUalivad0C4/Tt4UdwA3Y0I/AAAAAAAADds/xunnel-4umE/s1600/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUalivad0C4/Tt4UdwA3Y0I/AAAAAAAADds/xunnel-4umE/s320/088.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Yes! What color is it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"PiiiiinK!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2d87ntwnEj4/Tt4UgbIxgiI/AAAAAAAADd0/t3oOBj1u_Z4/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2d87ntwnEj4/Tt4UgbIxgiI/AAAAAAAADd0/t3oOBj1u_Z4/s320/089.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Ahhhh!!! I'm so excited!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCuH-mSzHz8/Tt4UitRAT4I/AAAAAAAADd8/PAsfY-IhK6g/s1600/091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCuH-mSzHz8/Tt4UitRAT4I/AAAAAAAADd8/PAsfY-IhK6g/s320/091.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhhh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E49AfgzIowc/Tt4Uk9X6Z6I/AAAAAAAADeE/dZoqb65xqcc/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E49AfgzIowc/Tt4Uk9X6Z6I/AAAAAAAADeE/dZoqb65xqcc/s320/092.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Ok, hold still so I can get a picture of you and the balloon being still."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HE2LyZ3cns/Tt4UnTCUzmI/AAAAAAAADeM/Wt3zd1GRxkw/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HE2LyZ3cns/Tt4UnTCUzmI/AAAAAAAADeM/Wt3zd1GRxkw/s320/093.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Oh, turn the balloon. Smile big!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyNQP60YNLI/Tt4Up5Jy-WI/AAAAAAAADeU/ZnIPwFJ1Pgk/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyNQP60YNLI/Tt4Up5Jy-WI/AAAAAAAADeU/ZnIPwFJ1Pgk/s320/094.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Oops! The balloon is fuzzy, hold still. Smile big!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOayFT5lLMc/Tt4UsGrkUWI/AAAAAAAADec/0W4THC52HPA/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOayFT5lLMc/Tt4UsGrkUWI/AAAAAAAADec/0W4THC52HPA/s320/095.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Let the balloon go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-stKPq0Y9g/Tt4UuU4xS0I/AAAAAAAADek/OTAwPswz9UY/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-stKPq0Y9g/Tt4UuU4xS0I/AAAAAAAADek/OTAwPswz9UY/s320/096.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"ah! The balloon turned!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mv8ek7de23E/Tt4Uwt6wSxI/AAAAAAAADes/__C56kC1OV0/s1600/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mv8ek7de23E/Tt4Uwt6wSxI/AAAAAAAADes/__C56kC1OV0/s320/097.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Mom! Can I just play with my pink balloon?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWuDmatiJ8g/Tt4UzDqgExI/AAAAAAAADe0/oBRevXVxUIM/s1600/098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWuDmatiJ8g/Tt4UzDqgExI/AAAAAAAADe0/oBRevXVxUIM/s320/098.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Fine! Go ahead!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really did think we were having twins.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A boy and a girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One third of me would be dead serious to Nathan and insist there were two in my tummy, to scare him, never worked. I would even try to think of "scary" situations like: "Oh my! How are we going to fit in our car with twins!" or "Oh my! We're gonna need two cribs!" He would always calmly retort with very viable solutions. And shake his head at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; One third of me hoped, so we could grow our family faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One pregnancy and two labors, back to back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds good to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One third (the biggest one third) hoped we weren't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two infants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two toddlers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twins would be awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet so scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My head bows to all my friends and family who have had twins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must confess, I was hoping for a boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it all comes down to the hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate doing my own hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing Marley's isn't so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, after I catch her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Marley! Time to do you're hair! Come here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Can't catch me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and lately it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ha ha ha! Can't catch me I'm the ginger bread man!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ginger bread men don't have hair. This is not a game, get over here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, sometimes I chase her...which doesn't help with the times I don't want to chase her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I usually just spray leave-in conditioner in her hair and let her have it down with beautiful curls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or I put a piggy tail in it, either on the back or up top.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the piggy tail up top the best because it keeps the hair out of her face and even after putting on her winter hat, it still looks like I did her hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, she likes it on the back of her head or just down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With both of those styles, once she puts her winter hat on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BAM!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks like I didn't even do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't get me wrong though...I'm excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last night I had a dream I held our new little infant girl in my arms...she's beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-1724967814368465817?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1724967814368465817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=1724967814368465817&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1724967814368465817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1724967814368465817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/12/totally-thought-we-were-having-twins.html' title='TOTALLY thought we were having Twins....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUalivad0C4/Tt4UdwA3Y0I/AAAAAAAADds/xunnel-4umE/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-3183859499692631301</id><published>2011-11-30T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:14:11.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I might mention...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This month, Nathan &amp;amp; I have been married 5 years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UGfqJ-TzzA/TtZMs0-auRI/AAAAAAAAAew/TrOMs0AYnOE/s1600/me+%2526+nate+in+front+of+the+temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UGfqJ-TzzA/TtZMs0-auRI/AAAAAAAAAew/TrOMs0AYnOE/s640/me+%2526+nate+in+front+of+the+temple.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated simply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; I surprised Dad at his cold office with a peppermint hot chocolate &amp;amp; two spicy breakfast burritos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaME9YsTmz0/TtZQZbG9KmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YVuJKOI3yrw/s1600/me+and+flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaME9YsTmz0/TtZQZbG9KmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YVuJKOI3yrw/s640/me+and+flowers.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan spent several breaks at work over several weeks making me a beautiful paper flower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so unexpected and thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love fresh flowers but, they never last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one will last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukjaoHuaKco/TtZNVJH4wjI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6yJmAxpLziM/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukjaoHuaKco/TtZNVJH4wjI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6yJmAxpLziM/s200/050.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B10iUAo-Ubo/TtZNY5Yxq_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/dZBgWvcgiAI/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B10iUAo-Ubo/TtZNY5Yxq_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/dZBgWvcgiAI/s200/052.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMAwavOZhZI/TtZNXMEQHmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/V6CKyqAQe6U/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMAwavOZhZI/TtZNXMEQHmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/V6CKyqAQe6U/s200/051.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmTt0LhajgM/TtZNaSyt2eI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fDRa58NYMjY/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmTt0LhajgM/TtZNaSyt2eI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fDRa58NYMjY/s200/053.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VG9yvo5EXA/TtZNdIMVpiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/KWll51QyTQ8/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VG9yvo5EXA/TtZNdIMVpiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/KWll51QyTQ8/s200/055.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QazT_p_Ho2o/TtZNbmfu1GI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XuPqgoLciAM/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QazT_p_Ho2o/TtZNbmfu1GI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XuPqgoLciAM/s200/054.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That afternoon we picked Nathan up early from work, which is actually a Friday ritual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went grocery shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skttf32JSO0/TtZNBZQMpqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/jJrQfyNQ2Co/s1600/nathan+hugging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skttf32JSO0/TtZNBZQMpqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/jJrQfyNQ2Co/s640/nathan+hugging.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan &amp;amp; I sneaked a frozen cheese cake into the cart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of those with 8 slices and every two slices are a different flavor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night after we put Marley to bed we busted that cheesecake out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usually, Nathan makes a caramel pecan cheesecake, this frozen one was easier....but not as good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the following three nights after our anniversary we ate cheesecake after Marley's bedtime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hee hee hee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOLQRArufjY/TtZUGSjaCnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vzn_V6THL_g/s1600/flowers+and+rings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOLQRArufjY/TtZUGSjaCnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vzn_V6THL_g/s640/flowers+and+rings.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We lay in bed looking at Pinterest together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night we clicked on the "humor" category and we laughed harder than we have laughed in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears and high pitched squeeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course I had to cross my legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That kind of out of control laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndQbMFm_xzY/TtZVD47qKcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/18sa-JEHYxo/s1600/waiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndQbMFm_xzY/TtZVD47qKcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/18sa-JEHYxo/s640/waiting.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been planning to buy new sheets for our bed as our gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We should have gotten them that night, but we didn't and we still have yet to ge&lt;span id="goog_1792345711"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1792345712"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qV2uocUgTmQ/TtZUmduRrSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ozCGoimAfdA/s1600/glass+slippers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qV2uocUgTmQ/TtZUmduRrSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ozCGoimAfdA/s640/glass+slippers.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a lovely day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how it goes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of me can't believe it's &lt;b&gt;already been&lt;/b&gt; 5 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other part of me can't believe it's &lt;b&gt;only been&lt;/b&gt; 5 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either way, I am so grateful to be married for time &amp;amp; all eternity to Nathan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-3183859499692631301?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3183859499692631301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=3183859499692631301&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3183859499692631301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3183859499692631301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-thought-i-might-mention.html' title='I thought I might mention...'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UGfqJ-TzzA/TtZMs0-auRI/AAAAAAAAAew/TrOMs0AYnOE/s72-c/me+%2526+nate+in+front+of+the+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-4759525565318357145</id><published>2011-11-29T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:35:40.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...to satisfy the little devil in all of us!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha! Nathan's Grandpa was asked to be in a Doritos commercial submission for the Super Bowl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my cousin Andy submitted a Doritos commercial last year? Or a couple of years ago?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was hilarious! But, I remembered having a hard time finding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I got VERY specific directions on how to find the commercial with Grandpa Russon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you click on the link to watch the commercial you must be warned!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Russon just celebrated his 90th birthday and he is &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE CUTEST old man IN THE WHOLE WORLD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think he has even a little devil inside him, but the commercial is pretty cute, because of Grandpa and funny because of what he does to get some Doritos. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.crashthesuperbowl.com/#/gallery/?video=16894&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to continue to tell you about Grandpa Stanford (Stan) Russon.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Stanford such a cool name?&lt;br /&gt;He has a beautiful wife and eternal companion, Teresa, or Grandma Russon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DFfdEA9LBk/TtTcH3AlymI/AAAAAAAADdc/_77RdVXLnoA/s1600/295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DFfdEA9LBk/TtTcH3AlymI/AAAAAAAADdc/_77RdVXLnoA/s640/295.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know all the details of their lives but I know enough to tell you.... &lt;br /&gt;they are very faithful Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;They have spent their lives building a legacy of faith.&lt;br /&gt;They have dedicated their lives to perfecting themselves and helping others along the way.&lt;br /&gt;They are dedicated to redeeming the dead through temple work and and spreading the Gospel through missionary service.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They are HARD workers.&lt;br /&gt;They still live in their home. They still cook and clean and care for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;They continue to host large family events.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa never stops moving and always has a large garden and a beautiful yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have traveled A LOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never stop learning. They are always reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa is a record keeper.&lt;br /&gt;He has published a family history book of his Martineu ancestry.&lt;br /&gt;He has also published his own personal history which is in two volumes. He has given a copy to all his children and grandchildren. They are treasures and include lots of pictures and wonderful details of significant personal and family events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is ALWAYS learning new ways to place his text around&amp;nbsp;his pictures on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;For his age he is very technologically savy.&lt;br /&gt;Always memorizing how to replicate what his grandchildren teach him on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;He just got a new computer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each served a mission as young adults.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma served in Mexico and Grandpa served in the Central States, mostly in the south part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a couple they have served 4, yes FOUR missions:&lt;br /&gt;Chile&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Switzerland, I think, they worked in the temple and Grandpa was/is a sealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has married and sealed MANY of his grandchildren in the temple, on their wedding days.&lt;br /&gt;Including me and Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most beautiful sealing I have ever attended.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone says that about their own sealing. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Ours was so personal because Grandpa sealed us.&lt;br /&gt;He shared beautiful truths and personal insights that I continue to be touched by and reflect upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9DRUM9CNes/TtTdQEQqtNI/AAAAAAAADdk/qeyDn2zndQk/s1600/Grandpa+our+Sealer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9DRUM9CNes/TtTdQEQqtNI/AAAAAAAADdk/qeyDn2zndQk/s640/Grandpa+our+Sealer.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so grateful to be part of the Russon family and be a grandchild to Stan &amp;amp; Teresa. &lt;br /&gt;&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/5551105486200523386-4759525565318357145?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4759525565318357145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=4759525565318357145&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4759525565318357145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4759525565318357145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-satisfy-little-devil-in-all-of-us.html' title='&quot;...to satisfy the little devil in all of us!&quot;'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DFfdEA9LBk/TtTcH3AlymI/AAAAAAAADdc/_77RdVXLnoA/s72-c/295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-5233427746785441788</id><published>2011-11-28T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:56:32.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many blessings</title><content type='html'>Our Thanksgiving was wonderful! Minus, Marley waking up throwing up. She only did it once though and then she was just fine. Must have been something she ate...or something? We didn't go to the branch Thanksgiving because of it but we had a great time as a little family. Thankfully we had some yummy treats and lots of fun projects planned. The house was CLEAN! It's not now. Poot! The visiting clean never stays long. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley watched a couple of movies bundled in blankets and the bucket in front of the couch, while Nate and I did stuff around the house. Cooking, cleaning (trying to keep the house clean as long as possible), sewing, eating. Nathan sorta missed out on turkey and stuffing and the whole Thanksgiving meal (not me, you know). But, thankfully we had some yummy alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast we had blueberry pancakes. Nathan used our last bag of frozen, hand picked (by us) wild blueberries. They were SO delicious! We also had hot coco! Mmmm. For lunch we had artichoke dip with french bread and black olive sandwiches. Our bellies were stuffed! Still that night we had BLT's. Those were so delicious too! We haven't had any of those meals in awhile and never in the same day so it was a memorable Thanksgiving still! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley didn't last on the couch. She was soon up and helping and dressing in princess clothes and dancing. Can't keep a princess down. She still moved the bucket around the house with her. She learned that by watching me do it for three months. But by the evening the bucket and Marley were in different parts of the house....and that's the way we like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday morning &lt;/b&gt;I met my friend, who is helping me sew, at her house around 6am and we went to the Soo and black Friday shopped JoAnn's together. It was fun! But, we did not think about the double line. One HUGE line for cutting and then a line for checking out. We got some excellent deals and it was fun to be together. So worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After shopping Ranon (pronounced Run On, my friend) gave me a bundle of Thanksgiving leftovers for Nathan.&amp;nbsp; She said, "I know you don't like Thanksgiving food but here is some for Nathan." It was turkey and stuffing and gravy. She also included cranberry salad, enough for me and Marley and black pecan pie! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Throughout the weekend&lt;/b&gt; we continued to celebrate how thankful we are to be a family. We did everything together! We had yummy food, like, Chicken Tikka Masala. Mmmm! Chicken Enchiladas! And homemade deli sandwiches! Avocados are a bust at the store these days, poot! but still we can make some YUMMY sandwiches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had pistachios and spice drops at our finger tips all weekend. You can always find spice drops at Grandpa Russon's so that was a fun family tradition to uphold and stir up warm feelings of family far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan worked on the car. He is still trying different things to keep the engine light off. It keeps comin' on.&amp;nbsp; He has one more try and then we gotta take it in to a professional. We think this will be the key though. Fingers crossed. Marley and I cleaned out the car (my favorite thing to do) while Nathan worked under the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan also worked on the dryer. Yea, our dryer died about a month ago. He has replaced several parts in it so far and now he thinks it's the motor. Probably the most expensive part to replace. It's an old dryer though and we are SO grateful to have it. He is going to tinker with the motor and try to fix it til after Christmas. If he can't fix it, we'll order a new one.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, we'll continue to take our wet clean clothes to the laundromat to dry them. We are so grateful to have one in town. Phew! It's a pain and inconvenient to transport and pay for it but we can dry several loads in an hour. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked on Christmas presents for extended family. They may be a bust though...may have to resort to a back up gift. We'll see. But, that is what is frustrating about homemade gifts...for me anyway. They rarely turn out right for me. That's also why I like to avoid baking these days. By bother if nothing turns out right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for Nathan. He is such a loving and caring husband. He loves to be with me and I love to be with him. I love being his wife! I am SO grateful for his job and the awesome experience he is getting for his career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for Marley. She is so smart and helpful and friendly. I see her as an over achiever in every way.&amp;nbsp; And oh yes! She is a butthead sometimes...so she is also a very normal kid. She makes me so very happy to be a mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that we are being blessed to grow our family. We are so excited to find out the sex of our little babe next Monday, the 5th! What do you think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have SO much to be thankful for. Even things that I haven't felt thankful for...I DO! Like engine lights and broken dryers and a sick child. I have been able to see the blessings even in the unexpected and disheartening. I don't feel that it is anything I have really done to seek it, just being blessed. That is why I love this season. This year I have truly felt my heart soften and yearn for simplicity and fill with gratitude. Our lives don't need to be as complicated as we think or make them out to be. My life is simple right now. I am a wife and a mother and I love it! I have so many blessings!&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/5551105486200523386-5233427746785441788?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5233427746785441788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=5233427746785441788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5233427746785441788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5233427746785441788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-many-blessings.html' title='So many blessings'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-6500842586904277979</id><published>2011-11-22T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:00:02.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling In The Gaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lost my blogging groove.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weekends throw me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just take what I can get from people posting...and I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm sure you're all the same too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So no apologies here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, let me fill in some of the gaps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are all correct! I am definitely NOT 18 months pregnant! Sheesh! THAT would be awful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am now 19 weeks pregnant. And my appointment went great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To answer Aunt Kathy's questions. From &lt;a href="http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/district-conference-weekend-away-part-2.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"  Is there a story behind the Angry Bear?  Or is it a big stuffed bear lookin' all ready to eat you like?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the corner of Hwy 31 and I believe, Airport Road in Traverse City, there is an outdoor sporting goods store....at least we think that's what it is, that has a giant angry bear over the front door. There is a beautiful wilderness scene painted behind the bear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is quite the sight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Since both pictures I found online are on flickr accounts of people I don't know, I'm just giving you the links to view the pictures. Please know: I don't know these people and did not look through their album(s) and if you choose to look through their album(s), I am not responsible for anything you may or may not see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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 href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/47298454@N03/4483647942/"&gt;Link to picture of Angry Bear in Traverse City, MI&lt;/a&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 href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hallberg/2797980862/"&gt;Poor Angry Bear got tagged with paint balls.&lt;/a&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;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been really busy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm not just talking about my rigorous &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tv watching&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; schedule...that too has suffered...but not too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday: Nathan worked in our project room, on a homemade Christmas gift for his sister,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while I worked on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;organizing our project room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to do a post on the project room but just know that it was/is a big job and I made a good dent in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley kept herself busy twirling in her Rapunzel dress and talking to her imaginary friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She "helped" organize too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend is helping me with some &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas present projects&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are for Marley so I went while she was at school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I'll do a post on them but, I have been busy going to my friend's house and getting help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've been working on my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;holiday tradition of cleaning my house like we're going to have guests! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started this tradition in Lincoln and part of the tradition is thinking and hoping while I clean that someone(s)&lt;/span&gt; from our families will surprise us and show up for the holiday. No one has ever surprised us, nor have I really expected them to, but it is a wonderful treat to think of our families while I clean AND have a spic n' span house when I wake up on Thanksgiving and Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past two mornings I sang my to do lists.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It helps me remember what I need to do and organize my thoughts so I can be quick and efficient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should try it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sing as you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-6500842586904277979?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6500842586904277979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=6500842586904277979&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6500842586904277979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6500842586904277979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/filling-in-gaps.html' title='Filling In The Gaps'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-5343099785990726144</id><published>2011-11-18T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T05:00:21.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow Fall of the Winter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fridays are exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 18 month doctor appointment!&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks we get to find out what we are having...a boy, a girl, or an alien...er, wait, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was our first snowfall of the winter, as you know from my glam on 9&amp;amp;10 News.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But here's the good stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan had the day off last Friday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley couldn't wait to go out and play in the snow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She lay on the floor while I tied her boots and and I thought she looked a little bit like the kid all bundled up on the Christmas Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ignore the mess around her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwblf-wCWhM/TsFjCNzstTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/doGLlS4leV4/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwblf-wCWhM/TsFjCNzstTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/doGLlS4leV4/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! A Winter Wonderland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ejeB6dQpqA/TsFjTuPjkVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eAp4r3EYRQQ/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ejeB6dQpqA/TsFjTuPjkVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eAp4r3EYRQQ/s320/019.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UA-OkIXAXDU/TsFjrR9zUGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/eg3vy6pgSFg/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UA-OkIXAXDU/TsFjrR9zUGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/eg3vy6pgSFg/s320/023.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley insisted on building a snowman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad gets started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXaPAV6e03w/TsFjxOvrlVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xEdfFskzCKs/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXaPAV6e03w/TsFjxOvrlVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xEdfFskzCKs/s320/024.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley tromps through the snow and asks me to take pictures of her foot prints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZCVLRrNWIw/TsFj7M_TXMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1b0fCjH-c4o/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZCVLRrNWIw/TsFj7M_TXMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1b0fCjH-c4o/s320/026.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Half way there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-BYQiz7vi4/TsFkAd5kVFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/btenhsSpBXY/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-BYQiz7vi4/TsFkAd5kVFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/btenhsSpBXY/s320/027.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crushed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btnxMn00ghI/TsFkFSdXAcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/z8cVJBk1gZk/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btnxMn00ghI/TsFkFSdXAcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/z8cVJBk1gZk/s320/028.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The awesome face, which included eye brows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OJAdmoFJhc/TsFlrl8a0zI/AAAAAAAAAXE/UUc9NUCv-5o/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OJAdmoFJhc/TsFlrl8a0zI/AAAAAAAAAXE/UUc9NUCv-5o/s320/031.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rock face wouldn't stay together though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That little ball on the top is the hat that Marley made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTeeP8OiXUM/TsFlwMXg0JI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Zi5ik6xsZQQ/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTeeP8OiXUM/TsFlwMXg0JI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Zi5ik6xsZQQ/s320/032.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ToQfGDWcjU/TsFl15Th4II/AAAAAAAAAXY/cf-JxirfBP0/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ToQfGDWcjU/TsFl15Th4II/AAAAAAAAAXY/cf-JxirfBP0/s320/033.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just won't stay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAWgMJWjUcU/TsFl7ZojnuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/qJzRs23r5Gw/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAWgMJWjUcU/TsFl7ZojnuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/qJzRs23r5Gw/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hdL6MFINHv4/TsFmA884b8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/MNq3LfUSNB0/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hdL6MFINHv4/TsFmA884b8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/MNq3LfUSNB0/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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White Snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5f5AyM6Ehc/TsFnCJL_JsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9pDqt7vcvaU/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5f5AyM6Ehc/TsFnCJL_JsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9pDqt7vcvaU/s320/047.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltf4r3Uuw-U/TsZTKPwgovI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_ImBRtGLf-8/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltf4r3Uuw-U/TsZTKPwgovI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_ImBRtGLf-8/s320/053.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qFb8IehHKfw/TsZTMr_gwmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/FSmPfFiGg0E/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cb2RJPT6Ck/TsZTagUKdNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2LOAQ4KnrcI/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cb2RJPT6Ck/TsZTagUKdNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2LOAQ4KnrcI/s320/065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNOLC8g8okk/TsZTc6qiIQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bVfDrbCoU-o/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNOLC8g8okk/TsZTc6qiIQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bVfDrbCoU-o/s320/066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUrBZ7v09Yw/TsZTez9QT4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TxoAASzhhwg/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUrBZ7v09Yw/TsZTez9QT4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TxoAASzhhwg/s320/067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After Marley went to school that day, Nathan and I spent nearly all four hours cleaning and organizing the garage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the Black Pearl is safely harbored in the garage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Safely hiding from the snowplow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were cleaning I got snagged to do the news piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All because Marley wanted a snowman and Nathan built it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Here's a song to help you remember. Before you try and view it, let me just warn you, I really like this song and watched the whole thing, but it's 5:27 minutes long, so if you don't have time, just skip to about 4:40 and watch the last minute. Make a note of the lead singers hair. That's what this is all about. (oh and you'll have a chance to see their guitarist, he looks like he is 12!) I think this is the only A Flock of Seagulls song I know, but I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yMY6QJiIJtY?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I said this is all about that lead singers hair...well, it's really all about Marley's hair...when she wakes up in the morning. Sometime it looks like that dude's hair...sometimes it looks much worse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNnoR0bIbzE/TsUP61wtEoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/l6AXQfKmu0U/s1600/1115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNnoR0bIbzE/TsUP61wtEoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/l6AXQfKmu0U/s640/1115.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIVxy-KIGpo/TsUP9bkxJFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5fvAn_yU8fU/s1600/1116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIVxy-KIGpo/TsUP9bkxJFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5fvAn_yU8fU/s640/1116.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTBdJtAt5Ww/TsUPesGgdSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SJntafWkmyM/s1600/431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTBdJtAt5Ww/TsUPesGgdSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SJntafWkmyM/s640/431.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following are much worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is when we lived with Grandma Nette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsy35GEA_C4/TsUKQuVjxhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/n75u01XMLHM/s1600/112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsy35GEA_C4/TsUKQuVjxhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/n75u01XMLHM/s320/112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-2y75oCPbk/TsUKTEDxzxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/AO0lgNcEco8/s1600/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-2y75oCPbk/TsUKTEDxzxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/AO0lgNcEco8/s320/115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1hnRmSmpJk/TsUKVZQILgI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gstRwugQoQE/s1600/118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1hnRmSmpJk/TsUKVZQILgI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gstRwugQoQE/s640/118.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNW4nv_BrRI/TsUKXrtcqPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/8vvdE1e3QKw/s1600/120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNW4nv_BrRI/TsUKXrtcqPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/8vvdE1e3QKw/s640/120.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was snapping so many pictures Marley went and got the detangling spray and started doing her own hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8Va-qy_8-o/TsUKaGkh-xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YVCPPqgcriY/s1600/122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8Va-qy_8-o/TsUKaGkh-xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YVCPPqgcriY/s320/122.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKUxyY5Xbac/TsUKcbOQZcI/AAAAAAAAAag/cxtHHRMdgrg/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKUxyY5Xbac/TsUKcbOQZcI/AAAAAAAAAag/cxtHHRMdgrg/s320/125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We really like this do but, it's hard to do with her curl and fine hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qepjz4cpoiQ/TsULKYeEgsI/AAAAAAAAAao/9eXrLOpZApQ/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qepjz4cpoiQ/TsULKYeEgsI/AAAAAAAAAao/9eXrLOpZApQ/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_D2RnWPnN4/TsULNgAa9jI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fNurh5cPJNs/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_D2RnWPnN4/TsULNgAa9jI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fNurh5cPJNs/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here it's tamed by a do rag...kinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2I-ri_7k81Y/TsULQl4-hiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7afRch9tRGI/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2I-ri_7k81Y/TsULQl4-hiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7afRch9tRGI/s640/037.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The following pictures are crazy hair and...fuzz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RH0Oj0e4xo/TsUL_5e8cUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YifZ2ZcUDSk/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RH0Oj0e4xo/TsUL_5e8cUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YifZ2ZcUDSk/s640/026.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-SwUn1pSfs/TsUMDilSLiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pe7EzItaTbo/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-SwUn1pSfs/TsUMDilSLiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pe7EzItaTbo/s640/030.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COsaJSNJmUQ/TsUMGBWe56I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lPnmU07beBs/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COsaJSNJmUQ/TsUMGBWe56I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lPnmU07beBs/s640/032.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BXBQ-wM8mg/TsUMIZhw4WI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NFWObrsnQG0/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BXBQ-wM8mg/TsUMIZhw4WI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NFWObrsnQG0/s640/035.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPZHmmhsCbw/TsUMNiD5w2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/-uI4rbtHFlY/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPZHmmhsCbw/TsUMNiD5w2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/-uI4rbtHFlY/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marley!? Did you take this pillow apart on your bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9iH9GAaahk/TsUMKn-9x4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/TLzaN2dT15w/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9iH9GAaahk/TsUMKn-9x4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/TLzaN2dT15w/s320/040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whachyu talkin' 'bout Phyllis? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHb5RYPdkAg/TsUMQA0sUUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/8_WcTVK0xlQ/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHb5RYPdkAg/TsUMQA0sUUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/8_WcTVK0xlQ/s640/044.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some mornings are tame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ks90mXTVuk/TsUM47Wb61I/AAAAAAAAAb4/aeGyWUIA2mU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ks90mXTVuk/TsUM47Wb61I/AAAAAAAAAb4/aeGyWUIA2mU/s640/001.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some mornings, everything is crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PDz7uDuF2U/TsUOlHmehUI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ea-dazuWYpA/s1600/151a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PDz7uDuF2U/TsUOlHmehUI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ea-dazuWYpA/s640/151a.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOYjRJ_g__U/TsUOnu9gKZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/iSuEUcnyTvA/s1600/155a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOYjRJ_g__U/TsUOnu9gKZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/iSuEUcnyTvA/s640/155a.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post Edit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what was Marley doing while I was blogging about her hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVNemdYdVKc/TsUZVZFJmeI/AAAAAAAAAco/Dz-_7fUtFsw/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVNemdYdVKc/TsUZVZFJmeI/AAAAAAAAAco/Dz-_7fUtFsw/s640/001.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wearing her backpack on her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nR11QMoj_XA/TsUZjX65X5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/ddlwr6m0nH8/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nR11QMoj_XA/TsUZjX65X5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/ddlwr6m0nH8/s640/004.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marley? Why are you wearing your backpack on your head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AdREyHBi6I/TsUZm6-dZlI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mTtLufaxDpQ/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AdREyHBi6I/TsUZm6-dZlI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mTtLufaxDpQ/s640/005.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What? Is that weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dM5Sf0tw83g/TsUZp8etd0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/hYufX4Zb4Y4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dM5Sf0tw83g/TsUZp8etd0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/hYufX4Zb4Y4/s640/007.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-5745663940474813599?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5745663940474813599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=5745663940474813599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5745663940474813599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5745663940474813599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/flock-of-seagulls.html' title='A  fLoCk oF sEaGuLls'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yMY6QJiIJtY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-961970446091291222</id><published>2011-11-16T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:40:52.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Wednesday Marley didn't have school because that night her school had a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAMILY DANCE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdKuy2NuNGw/TsFY6bszTjI/AAAAAAAAATA/bMJu0ohoetY/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdKuy2NuNGw/TsFY6bszTjI/AAAAAAAAATA/bMJu0ohoetY/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When that smoke machine would come on there was a mad dash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN2bxjxlnns/TsFaUABnBgI/AAAAAAAAATI/mlZ_YlFlGYk/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN2bxjxlnns/TsFaUABnBgI/AAAAAAAAATI/mlZ_YlFlGYk/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley and I have dance parties together quite often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love to dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d73I8xDHblY/TsFaZ7sBtDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yb9kCh_XfUY/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d73I8xDHblY/TsFaZ7sBtDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yb9kCh_XfUY/s640/011.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was blind sided by the fact that Marley wanted NOTHING to do with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sI8r7Ynqk3o/TsFbJk1_dBI/AAAAAAAAATY/TQsqGOCHI9c/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sI8r7Ynqk3o/TsFbJk1_dBI/AAAAAAAAATY/TQsqGOCHI9c/s640/008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She just wanted to dance with her friends and her teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am 99% sure she is asking that little boy if he likes her dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jkKGi3t50k/TsFbPobm3FI/AAAAAAAAATg/JBGxQYx0kZw/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jkKGi3t50k/TsFbPobm3FI/AAAAAAAAATg/JBGxQYx0kZw/s640/009.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like our 3 year old was a teenager already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she saw that we were near she would bolt in the other direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKwKlklUVIc/TsFbVvNrSqI/AAAAAAAAATo/01ZgXeKka4A/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKwKlklUVIc/TsFbVvNrSqI/AAAAAAAAATo/01ZgXeKka4A/s640/010.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where's my mom and dad? I have got to keep them at a cool distance!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuaZ4SGD388/TsFbbJ2UV3I/AAAAAAAAATw/xBm_yec9QHA/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuaZ4SGD388/TsFbbJ2UV3I/AAAAAAAAATw/xBm_yec9QHA/s640/013.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzy8Mo3MtJo/TsFbhe3gN4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/kwI3ahQHpDA/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the little girl that Marley sits by on the bus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They became fast friends when school started and they spent a good portion of the night dancing together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjhQHZj7nTw/TsFdYyxmtZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4lXjlxOb4H0/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjhQHZj7nTw/TsFdYyxmtZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4lXjlxOb4H0/s640/001.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think Marley has ever seen anyone break dance before, she is a natural though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to dance on the floor, spinning, kicking, and twisting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5m44l7OjQ38/TsFdesL6gnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/J3x-gnafay4/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5m44l7OjQ38/TsFdesL6gnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/J3x-gnafay4/s640/003.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And splitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fE5CrJMX3ek/TsFdj36GRxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Xdk_ifoZvbY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fE5CrJMX3ek/TsFdj36GRxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Xdk_ifoZvbY/s640/004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hurry! Get up! The smoke!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVhVO9gx9Uw/TsFdpcjKZeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n021p5FPpyg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVhVO9gx9Uw/TsFdpcjKZeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n021p5FPpyg/s640/005.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LHMo8VN2hg/TsFdu7XKahI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4RAowQdO5Jg/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LHMo8VN2hg/TsFdu7XKahI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4RAowQdO5Jg/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And at the end each kid got a new hat and mittens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Marley picked the coolest hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzy8Mo3MtJo/TsFbhe3gN4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/kwI3ahQHpDA/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzy8Mo3MtJo/TsFbhe3gN4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/kwI3ahQHpDA/s640/014.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the way home we hear from the back seat,&lt;br /&gt;"Guys! I'm sorry I didn't want to dance with you. I just wanted to dance with my fwiends....&lt;br /&gt;but, you're still my fwiends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-961970446091291222?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/961970446091291222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=961970446091291222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/961970446091291222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/961970446091291222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-dance.html' title='Family Dance!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdKuy2NuNGw/TsFY6bszTjI/AAAAAAAAATA/bMJu0ohoetY/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-5578596430078502275</id><published>2011-11-15T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:42:49.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we move...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever we move I feel like I have to find myself all over again. Does that sound weird? It's not that I don't know who I am. There are some constants here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I am a child of God and that he loves me. And knowing that, I know that I am never alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. For THAT I am so grateful. I wholeheartedly believe it to be the restored Church of Jesus Christ, with a living Prophet. I love that the curriculum and structure and organization is exactly the same throughout the whole world (which is such a comfort). It also has the most amazing members who welcome everyone with open arms. At least that has always been our experience. The church is an instant social network. A network of assistance and support if you need it. Such a comfort and a help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More constants...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I am the wife and eternal companion to Nathan, and the mother of Marley. For that, I am also SO grateful. Nathan is such a supportive husband. He doesn't always understand the feelings I have but he always listens and he helps me so much. And Marley is a little gift of happiness and humor. She is always making me smile and most often laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I am the daughter of Bruce &amp;amp; Sandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the sister of Liz, Julie and Peter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am always grateful for their love and support no matter where I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;None of those things change. And none are forgotten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the proximity to extended family changes. First it was Nebraska...now even farther, Michigan. I have never been SO attached to my family that I have had a hard time being away from them...of course, I am attached and have missed them, but nothing so serious like homesickness and having to return earlier than scheduled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Though, as I get older and the length of time away and distance seem to get longer and larger...it's hard! And as our family grows, I do wish to be closer to Marley's aunts and uncles and cousins and especially Grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley's memory is a comfort to me though. She remembers the craziest things and seems to have several memories about each of our extended families. She remembers things that I forget or think that she has for sure forgotten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just one example: Sometimes she goes down the stairs on her belly, head first and just yesterday she reminded me that Kelsey taught her that! After she said that, I remembered when Kelsey taught her that, but had forgotten until she mentioned it. This happens all the time with every member of our extended families and Marley's memory. I am so glad that our families are interlaced in her brilliant mind and that she can recall them and remind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We started a prenatal class last week and one of the things they taught about was postpartum depression. You have this new baby, it's a happy time. Maybe you already have other children that you love and everything is fine but you just can't feel happy. At least, that is how I understand it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like I go through a little post-moving depression. Change is fun and exciting! A new job! New surroundings! A new house! A new adventure! But, when the novelty of new wears away it all just feels so different. So foreign (on the boarder of Canada, so French, on the radio). So far away from almost everything familiar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our whole lives change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New schedules and routines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New grocery stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where will we fit in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who will be our friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where is the grocery store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have found it takes me about 6 months to feel normal again, like myself, after moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;October was 6 months and I am feeling good. There are still LOTS of things that are different. Lots of things still to get used to and to adjust to but, I seem to have an understanding of where I "fit" in "this world." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am finding ways to appreciate this unique experience for our family. Time and organization has made our house become our home. We have comforting routines and schedules. They aren't perfect but they are ours. The best thing is that I feel the spirit in our home. My spirit has settled and is happy and comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am starting to see how our family grows and gains needed experience from being totally on our own. Totally relying on each other and the Lord and struggling through hard decisions and situations together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It also makes me SO very grateful for modern technology that helps in keeping family close even at a great distance. The internet and blogs and telephones and email are so wonderful. We haven't found anyone to try Skype with us yet, but when we do, I think that will be so fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We grew to absolutely love Nebraska. I feel the ties of love sprouting for Michigan. And that makes me so happy! I think it just takes time and patience and faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-5578596430078502275?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5578596430078502275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=5578596430078502275&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5578596430078502275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5578596430078502275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-we-move.html' title='When we move...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-3134801903103235386</id><published>2011-11-14T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:02:30.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaahhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I invested time and energy into a cute post with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Witty Commentary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Perfect Amount of Detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere in blog oblivion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this is what you get:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solar Powered Dancing Flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DQ7C1IBCxKQ?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are SO welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-3134801903103235386?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3134801903103235386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=3134801903103235386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3134801903103235386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3134801903103235386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/baaahhhh.html' title='Baaahhhh!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DQ7C1IBCxKQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-5730168025004843864</id><published>2011-11-13T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:01:00.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Program Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the Primary President.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am learning a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have one counselor, Noel Alexander.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister Alexander teaches the class of 8-12 year old children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a great singing conductor who is also the pianist, Ranon Wilks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister Wilks also teaches the class of 3-7 year old children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all go to class first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we all come in the primary room for Sharing/Singing time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I teach sharing time and lead the music while Sister Wilks conducts the singing time from the piano (electric keyboard).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have about 11 actively attending children in our branch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE our primary children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Marley giving her part for the program (Prayer is reverent communication between God and me). And then singing the only primary song that she knows all the words (I Am A Child Of God). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hr8l360KcD8?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Technically, Marley shouldn't be in primary or the primary program until next year, but our little branch has an interesting nursery arrangement right now so Marley has been going to primary since we moved here. Two other nursery aged children, one Marley's age and one a year younger also come to primary after one hour of nursery. It makes sharing time hard because we are teaching a 2 year old and all in between up to 11 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In branches, you do whatcha gotta do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How was your primary program?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were you in charge?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you relieved it's over?&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/5551105486200523386-5730168025004843864?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5730168025004843864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=5730168025004843864&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5730168025004843864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5730168025004843864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/primary-program-today.html' title='Primary Program Today!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hr8l360KcD8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-1043082070910188685</id><published>2011-11-12T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:45:26.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, so, I missed a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, it's really hard to keep up when you are in demand with local news reporters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, I was on the news.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can watch it &lt;a href="http://www.9and10news.com/Category/Story/?id=309785&amp;amp;cID=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurry on over, cuz I looked WAY glamorous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;During the "interview" the snowman crashed to the ground, cuz it was melting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they didn't include that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They also didn't include my compulsive lip licking because my mouth was dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful for that, you didn't want to see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now most of the snow is melted and gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're not worried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We know there is a lot more to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND the dude they interviewed before me, Doug, is our way nice neighbor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He shoveled our walkway yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they mowed our front lawn all summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have good neighbors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-1043082070910188685?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1043082070910188685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=1043082070910188685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1043082070910188685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1043082070910188685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/snowman.html' title='Snowman!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-7016074348410807708</id><published>2011-11-10T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T04:15:00.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family home evening activity this Monday was a photo shoot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was time to update our family picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, Marley had picture day at pre-school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We opted to not pay an arm and a leg for pictures...that may not turn out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND that is the reason we got a nice camera so I could take my kids' pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will probably order pictures once they start elementary school though.&lt;br /&gt;And I do realize that is till a gamble with...&lt;br /&gt;Crazy hair.&lt;br /&gt;No smile.&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still in need of learning a lot about photography.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And photo editing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got this CUTE frame from my sisters when we moved to Michigan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, our family pictures have to be portrait...not landscape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1-uBFLxhrE/Trqh6ma0jBI/AAAAAAAADcE/KPp04GYBYuo/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1-uBFLxhrE/Trqh6ma0jBI/AAAAAAAADcE/KPp04GYBYuo/s640/027.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same at the top of our blog. It's kind of a hassle to change that from portrait to landscape so we are trying to stick to portrait for that reason too.&lt;br /&gt;(as you can see I am having a problem keeping it landscape and getting it to fit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought we got some good shots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here you have it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley was a good test shot subject.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I took more of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjiBANPW0Uk/TrqijX1p0qI/AAAAAAAADcM/g1sdFULBrv4/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjiBANPW0Uk/TrqijX1p0qI/AAAAAAAADcM/g1sdFULBrv4/s640/011.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nathan was a less co-operative test shot subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPxqhrO7QKU/Trqixl5zEmI/AAAAAAAADcc/nITGw38RnWQ/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPxqhrO7QKU/Trqixl5zEmI/AAAAAAAADcc/nITGw38RnWQ/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is the best family one. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjiBANPW0Uk/TrqijX1p0qI/AAAAAAAADcM/g1sdFULBrv4/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DqFtXqAbkpc/TrqgZfaKcFI/AAAAAAAADb8/_QP7OeQlZY4/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DqFtXqAbkpc/TrqgZfaKcFI/AAAAAAAADb8/_QP7OeQlZY4/s640/017.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marley is super cute in this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYSaRimsbvM/TrqiqL0NRxI/AAAAAAAADcU/BaiTITy4l58/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYSaRimsbvM/TrqiqL0NRxI/AAAAAAAADcU/BaiTITy4l58/s640/018.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am a perfectly natural super model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWnqBt4yLUg/Trqi3RTKaaI/AAAAAAAADck/FS-NL1b-TRw/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWnqBt4yLUg/Trqi3RTKaaI/AAAAAAAADck/FS-NL1b-TRw/s640/020.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wanna kiss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFrMe9BMjs0/Trqi987nJHI/AAAAAAAADcs/7vu4YS2haho/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFrMe9BMjs0/Trqi987nJHI/AAAAAAAADcs/7vu4YS2haho/s320/023.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DSYU94EaKiU/TrqjEvwPIBI/AAAAAAAADc0/0qmSNhWcSas/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DSYU94EaKiU/TrqjEvwPIBI/AAAAAAAADc0/0qmSNhWcSas/s320/024.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Time for the FHE treat?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQa13cbuq8/TrqjLHG10bI/AAAAAAAADc8/iVtJxm0Nzlc/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQa13cbuq8/TrqjLHG10bI/AAAAAAAADc8/iVtJxm0Nzlc/s320/025.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think I prefer taking our family pictures outside in natural lighting and beautiful natural backgrounds but, I was too sick during the beautiful fall colors to bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you take your own family pictures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have any tips for us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have any special criteria for your family pics?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(portrait or landscape because you want it in a special frame?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-7016074348410807708?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7016074348410807708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=7016074348410807708&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7016074348410807708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7016074348410807708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1-uBFLxhrE/Trqh6ma0jBI/AAAAAAAADcE/KPp04GYBYuo/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-584165395749326167</id><published>2011-11-09T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:48:17.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They call me The Leech...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"They" are my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can I say? I love to hug my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes I don't like to let go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always been this way...I was born this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm a GOOD hugger (my dad taught me! more on that below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; so it's not like a punishment!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;depending on how you look at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan didn't find out I was a leech until after we were married.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK GOODNESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think because all engaged people are leeches to each other in one form or another...or in all forms...hugs, cuddling and especially time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day after we had been married for a good amount of time I was hugging on him at my sister Julie's house and I wasn't letting go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister walked by a few times and rolled her eyes at my happy face and clenched arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave Nathan looks of sympathy and understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She finally said, "You didn't know when you married her that she is a &lt;b&gt;LEECH&lt;/b&gt;?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan found that title gross and yet a perfect description.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appropriate for describing me and my weakness or strength...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;depending on how you look at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, when you think about it, leeches ARE gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's better than the tick! GROSS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Boa Constrictor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, actually I do like the boa constrictor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that sounds way more glamorous than the leech!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to apply to change my title.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of titles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Julie's title is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Red Dragon!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't that sound cool?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, it references her red hair and her temper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do Not make her mad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has simmered down over the years, but still.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Liz's title is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lizard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No that's boring and it's just because that goes with Elizabeth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has been known as...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The BiPolor Bear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can be moody. Mooooood swiiiiings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother Peter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has been known as....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unkie Skunkie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unkie is for Uncle. Skunkie is because boys stink and he is the only boy and we like to tease him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think he likes this title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he was young...like three he called us &lt;b&gt;Shum-shums&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; One day someone asked him what that meant and he said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ugly sisters." &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;If I were to give my mom a title it would be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmm...probably...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Generous Crab.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is ALWAYS willing to help her kids in any way she can and she can be VERY generous. We have ALL lived with our parents at one time or another, AFTER we were married. She got a new washer and dryer last Spring so me and Nathan could have her old ones. I thought that was VERY generous. She has also been generous with her time. As we were growing up she made every effort to be at and support us in our activities. I know that's part of a mom's job but, not all mom's are so generous or supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can also be very crabby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmmm...probably...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sensitive Teddy Moose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is sensitive to a fault sometimes. He gets his feelings hurt pretty easily. But, he usually comes around and shakes it off. Eventually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He too is very generous...but I couldn't fit that into his title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also loves to hug and not let go. He's a good hugger and that's where the Teddy part comes in...like a big ol' teddy bear. He is the one who taught me that there are different kinds of hugs. The side hug...for people you don't really want to hug. The back slapping hug....which mocho guys usually do. The close friend and family hug...where your right arm goes over the other person's left shoulder and left arm goes under the other persons right arm. That's the best hug for squeezing and not letting go. And the awkward hug, unless you're married and like to hug like this...(which I do)...woman hugs man's waist and man loosely wraps his arms around woman.&amp;nbsp; That too is good for squeezing and not letting go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name is Bruce and that rhymes with Moose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Bruce the Moose, The Sensitive Teddy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that better?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too long?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, if you feel left out and you want a title...just let me know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have a title and you'd like to apply for a new one...go ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From now on I shall be known as....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE BOA CONSTRICTOR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;glamorous and fierce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;better than a blood sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-584165395749326167?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/584165395749326167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=584165395749326167&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/584165395749326167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/584165395749326167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-call-me-leech.html' title='They call me The Leech...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-7582977426499722097</id><published>2011-11-08T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:54:00.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible....nearly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LoJdUeYrn2k?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made me feel a little overwhelmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I still love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think?&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/5551105486200523386-7582977426499722097?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7582977426499722097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=7582977426499722097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7582977426499722097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7582977426499722097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/mission-impossiblenearly.html' title='Mission Impossible....nearly.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LoJdUeYrn2k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-1834405776005698045</id><published>2011-11-07T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:27:10.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>District Conference ~ A weekend away Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNate%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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So, we started to look for things that we could point out to her. There was a huge chicken on the top of a restaurant or something and the chicken looked very patriotic, much like this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyJxsaqYKPg/TriLcVWZ61I/AAAAAAAADa8/G6O6NECJxMg/s1600/patriotic+chicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyJxsaqYKPg/TriLcVWZ61I/AAAAAAAADa8/G6O6NECJxMg/s320/patriotic+chicken.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I said: Marley look at that huge chicken! Do you see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: Yes! That chicken is American! Ha ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once we got to town and got our tires and ate we decided to forgo sightseeing since we didn't want to usethe car except for necessity until we got it checked out.&amp;nbsp; So, we wentswimming in the motel indoor pool. It was the weirdest pool I have ever beenin. The bottom was canvas and it wasn't smooth or attached to the ground.Bubbled canvas. Sounds weird right? It was.&amp;nbsp; But the pool was clean andthe indoor atmosphere was nice. There were three kids in the pool when we gotthere but they left soon after we got there, then we had it all to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not as weird as this though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who does this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DKG_PSS1fD0/TriJuiXIPwI/AAAAAAAADas/YGsxiKnHV-Y/s1600/nathan+%2526+Marley+swimming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DKG_PSS1fD0/TriJuiXIPwI/AAAAAAAADas/YGsxiKnHV-Y/s640/nathan+%2526+Marley+swimming.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traverse City has the world's largest pie tin. I really wish our family had climbed in and took a picture but not only was I too stressed &amp;amp; pressed for time to take pictures....it was also raining when we past this photo op.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wQN169L2YA/TriKincJpVI/AAAAAAAADa0/jFGruVSvz4k/s1600/pie+plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wQN169L2YA/TriKincJpVI/AAAAAAAADa0/jFGruVSvz4k/s640/pie+plate.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also raining for this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A giant angry bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH MAN! The only picture I could find for this one is totally copyrighted. Just google it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;While Nathan went to Priesthood, Marley and I went to fillup the gas tank and search out a grocery store so we could buy some lunch stufffor after church on Sunday. We got some pre-made hoagie sandwhiches from the deli with condiments on the side (little packets), avocados, chips and drinks. We already had oranges and bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped at Salvation Army and Goodwill andlooked around. Got Nathan a birthday present ~ a twin bed frame. He is addicted to the instructables website and he has two projects that he needs the twin bed frame for. His birthday isn't til December but I couldn't hide the frame in the car so he already knows he's getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G8xyZTpbEc/TriPigjQ9UI/AAAAAAAADbU/j44lc2AzTR4/s1600/TwinFull+bed+frame-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G8xyZTpbEc/TriPigjQ9UI/AAAAAAAADbU/j44lc2AzTR4/s200/TwinFull+bed+frame-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked Nate up from priesthood and went right to Chili's. As we were walking in the parking lot, Marley and I walked through a handicap parking stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley stood on the head of the handicap sign and said, "Ha ha! I'm standing on my head!"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "That is you?"&lt;br /&gt;Marley said, "Yea! That's me on the toilet! Ha ha ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley now knows that the handicap symbol is a person in a wheelchair not a person on a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XAYfspsNGLg/TriPPNtmcPI/AAAAAAAADbM/3L093ky55BU/s1600/history-of-handicap-symbol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XAYfspsNGLg/TriPPNtmcPI/AAAAAAAADbM/3L093ky55BU/s640/history-of-handicap-symbol.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the adult session, Nathan was using the computer andMarley and I were snuggled in one of the beds watching TV. I was channel hopping and found America's Funniest Home Videos (AFV) my favorite show! But, also watching NCIS.&amp;nbsp; When Marley saw Tom Bergeron she said, "Is this Dancingy with the Stars?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No, this is American's Funniest Home Videos, but that is the same guy that's on Dancing withe the Stars!"&lt;br /&gt;We watched some funny clips until the commercial and then I changed it to NCIS. Eventually we were back on AFV, and when Marley saw Tom Bergeron again she said, "Is THIS Dancing With the Stars?" I explained again that no it's not but that is the same guy. It was funny! And since she is not used to channel surfing I could see how she was getting confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUz75VgIlgE/TriR6Uf5_sI/AAAAAAAADbs/METfaUlSYiA/s1600/Tom_Bergeron_dwts_tombergeron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUz75VgIlgE/TriR6Uf5_sI/AAAAAAAADbs/METfaUlSYiA/s1600/Tom_Bergeron_dwts_tombergeron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZymxYr_oww/TriR6BtCWJI/AAAAAAAADbc/U61zuYdQcFY/s1600/afv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZymxYr_oww/TriR6BtCWJI/AAAAAAAADbc/U61zuYdQcFY/s1600/afv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRq7FvIu2fg/TriR6ELOJ9I/AAAAAAAADbk/YhgV-NBn49U/s1600/dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRq7FvIu2fg/TriR6ELOJ9I/AAAAAAAADbk/YhgV-NBn49U/s1600/dancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbK9BN36-ZU/TriR6vDse3I/AAAAAAAADb0/jQdAJ9_it8c/s1600/tom-bergeron+AFV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbK9BN36-ZU/TriR6vDse3I/AAAAAAAADb0/jQdAJ9_it8c/s320/tom-bergeron+AFV.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have I ever mentioned that I REALLY like Tom Bergeron? I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I don't find Tom Bergeron in my weird and disturbing dreams tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&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/5551105486200523386-1834405776005698045?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1834405776005698045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=1834405776005698045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1834405776005698045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1834405776005698045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/district-conference-weekend-away-part-2.html' title='District Conference ~ A weekend away Part 2'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyJxsaqYKPg/TriLcVWZ61I/AAAAAAAADa8/G6O6NECJxMg/s72-c/patriotic+chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-3869132784957954579</id><published>2011-11-06T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:42:14.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireside at our house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight we hosted the branch fireside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;President Schemm spoke to us about Gratitude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appropriate because of harvest time and Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great talk and he said a lot of things that helped me remember all the many blessings I have been given.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He spoke about 20 minutes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we had yummy refreshment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We chatted and laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley was the entertainment, running from the kitchen into the living room and doing crazy jumps onto her bean bag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best story teller in our branch is our Senior Elder, Elder Glenn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He told the most hilarious story about this guy that was stopped in the middle of the road in a snow storm, with semis on the road. Elder Glenn carefully stopped, made his way over to the car and was scared because all the windows were fogged up and the person wasn't moving, he thought the person had died. Elder Glenn started banging on the windows and yelling, "Hey, hey, are you ok?" The guy rolled his window down a crack and said, "I need help! I can't get my car to stop!" The guy's car was stopped and off, Elder Glenn was confused and said, "What do you mean?" They guy said, "I can't drive in this storm so I tried to stop and even turned my car off but my car won't stop!" And the guy pointed at the snow that was careening into his windshield because of the wind, making it look like he was still moving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;President Schemm teasing the new missionary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvssU3iK5a0/Trfaw9WDzkI/AAAAAAAADZM/mooEUBDZ54k/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvssU3iK5a0/Trfaw9WDzkI/AAAAAAAADZM/mooEUBDZ54k/s640/014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marley the Energetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzDWAoMLaNw/TrfbHyn9PAI/AAAAAAAADZU/rmAMcVNxT90/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzDWAoMLaNw/TrfbHyn9PAI/AAAAAAAADZU/rmAMcVNxT90/s320/015.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rachel &amp;amp; Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkvLH_1ibtQ/TrfbNoTpC3I/AAAAAAAADZc/Q_mAJ9lbI-s/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkvLH_1ibtQ/TrfbNoTpC3I/AAAAAAAADZc/Q_mAJ9lbI-s/s320/016.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our good friend Noel, Sister and Elder Glenn, Elder Waite and Elder Hoyt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJ3PAMHgSt0/TrfbeC59KrI/AAAAAAAADZ0/8LWvsaOoVmI/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Part 2 will be Monday and it will be a little shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm sharing it all and giving all the details so you will know where we are coming from, more about where we live and that it is very different than anywhere else we have lived.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you get nothing else form this story I hope you will understand that my faith was increased and I know that my Heavenly Father loves me and blesses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tiny Branch is part of a District so instead of Stake Conference we have District Conference. This also means that we have a District President and he has counselors, much like a Stake President and his counselors but, instead of getting our temple recommend interview from the District Pres or one of his couns (like the Stake Pres or his couns) we interview with the Mission President or one of his couns. Interesting, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that was just a side tidbit that I've learned since moving into a District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we had District Conference in Traverse City which is 3 hours away from our house. We thought long and hard about how we could make it to all the District meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Training for both of us from 11-1 (childcare provided); Priesthood meeting 2:30-4:30; Adult session from 6-8pm (childcare provided).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: General session from 10-12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both our parents and grandparents were excellent examples of faithfulness. Fulfilling callings and making a point of going to all their meetings was never a question. We have NEVER debated on whether or not to go to our Stake meetings. We've always just gone. Granted our meetings were usually within 5-20 minutes of our house. Never before had it involved a 3 hour drive and thus an over night stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on a tight budget. Most people are, right? So we thought about just going for the Saturday session because there were 3 meetings as apposed to the 1 general session on Sunday. But, we both felt weird about not going to church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also thought about contacting some District leadership to see if they knew of any families/couples willing and able to house a family of three for the weekend. But, being pregnant and having a sensitive nose/gag reflex/puke response and allergies (to almost all pets) we were nervous about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prayed and pondered and decided to dip into our little savings look into motel accommodations. As soon as we started this process I felt good and peaceful even though we weren't finding anything at our desired price. I felt like we were doing the right thing and I have been promised that if I am where I should be, when I should be there blessings will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately we ended up naming our own price on priceline. And though we ended up saving 29% on the motel, later we found out we paid too much and could have stayed at a nicer motel with a WAY better breakfast...for a little less. Poot!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were paying for a motel we decided this was not only going to be District Conference weekend but this was going to be a little vacation. We could see a little piece of Michigan, sight see, and have some fun as a family, out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was our next mistake: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been saving up for snow tires and found we could get a better deal outside of the Soo, so we extended our weekend, Nathan got Friday off (one more night in the motel...not the mistake...that was fun and worth it!) and added the snow tires errand to the weekend (that was the mistake). That took up a big chunk of our time on Friday and thus...no sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also hit a "pot hole" not a mistake but an unforeseen problem: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving town Friday morning our Engine light came on. Poot! I freaked and immediately started think of the money we had wasted on a motel we weren't even going to make it to stay. But Nathan new more than me (as usual) and said it would be ok. He checked the owners manual and sure enough, its description made me feel ok about driving the 3 hours. But we knew we'd need someone to look at it while we were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived around 2 we went to our appointment for the snow tires. Blessing: the guy gave us a $25 out the door coupon on the tires.&amp;nbsp; Saving $25 equals AWESOME! While they changed our tires we ate at Red Lobster AWESOME!&amp;nbsp; Pricey, I know but the ONLY chain restaurant close to us is Applebees and we had to take advantage of yummy familiar cuisine while we could. And Red Lobster was RIGHT next door to the tire place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, that we went right to our motel and started calling around to mechanics, by this time it was 4:00 on a Friday. Nobody could/wanted to help us and nobody was going to be open on Saturday...except ONE. He agreed to run the diagnostic on Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this guy kinda swindled us or this was just his policy. He charged us $72 to do the diagnostic and kept telling me it would take an hour to run. Since then we have done some research and the diagnostic can be run in a matter of minutes and can be done for FREE at most auto parts stores, like AutoZone, Checkers and Advanced Auto, etc.&amp;nbsp; The thing that confused me is BLESSING: the guy gave us a loaner car to use while they had our car (free of charge). They couldn't run the diagnostic right away and once they did it would take "an hour" so he offered us a loaner car. So, in my mind, we rented a car for a couple of hours for $72.The loaner car was a blessing because we had training at 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the engine light came on we were praying. Together and in our heads and hearts. After we dropped the car off and got back to the motel we discussed the situation and decided that we wanted to pray and we were going to pray that there was no problem, but if there was a problem, that it would be a small problem, and that we would be able to drive back home and get it fixed at home. The guy had told us that they were closing at noon and he would only be able to run the diagnostic but not be able to fix it til Monday. Though we were really enjoying being in a "big" city, we didn't want to have to stay another day (budget!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went to our training I sat in the meeting and found it hard to concentrate which frustrated me because THAT was the real reason for the trip! Then I started freaking out that the guy forgot to get my cell number. Before we went into our respective meetings we decided that we would go back to the mechanic together and leave Marley in the childcare (I spoke to someone from our branch and they agreed that would be best). I'd get the call and then go pull Nathan out of his meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me the freak out lady walked out at 11:30, without getting a call. Since they were closing at noon I thought he should have called by then. I pulled Nathan out of his meeting and told him I hadn't gotten a call but I that I thought the guy forgot to get my number.&amp;nbsp; Nathan said, "No he did get your number, I remember." Then I said, "What if he got a number wrong and can't reach us?!?!" He consented to just go and see if they were done.When we got there they were almost done and hadn't even tried to call yet...ooopsie! We waited about 20 minutes and got the diagnosis. We could drive it home and get it fixed there! Another blessing! We paid our fee, transferred our stuff back to our car and made it back to the training by 12:00.&amp;nbsp; And I enjoyed the last hour MUCH more with our car back and knowing we'd be ok to get home safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The District Relief Society provided lunch after the training. Sadly, there were more people than they expected, I guess, because they ran out of food. Sad for them because I think they felt bad but, we got enough to hold us over and we were so grateful that they went to all that effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan went to Priesthood. (what Marley and I did during priesthood is in Part 2 just to cut Part 1 down...not because it is super exciting or anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we picked him up and had just enough time to go eat at Chili's! I love that place! Sadly they discontinued my favorite, the Cajun Chicken Sandwich! Ah! So we did the 2 for $20 and shared our items. It was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the adult session.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice that they had childcare provided! The meeting was really good. We heard from the District President, the Detroit Temple President and Matron and the Mission President and his wife. Blessing! This meeting made the whole trip and all the sacrifice and struggle worth it. I felt the spirit. I felt uplifted even though I also felt pricked to make changes. It's not easy to be pricked and even harder to make changes, but it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday day we went to the general session and it was good.&amp;nbsp; But we had Marley and it's hard for her and all the other kids to sit quietly for 2 hours.&amp;nbsp; She did great though and so did the kids around us..but, they are still distracting...they can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting we waited a bit for people to clear out and then ate our yummy lunch in the gym and then changed our clothes and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home safe and sound and blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole situation was a learning experience. Now we know a lot more for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 - Monday just a few more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-3842993275475970528?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3842993275475970528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=3842993275475970528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3842993275475970528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3842993275475970528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/district-conference-weekend-away-part-1.html' title='District Conference ~ A weekend away Part 1'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-3160958087952637706</id><published>2011-11-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:07:01.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mrs. Crawford</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I am pregnant I have THE MOST bizarre and often disturbing dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was not the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was most warmly and pleasantly visited by my dear friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle Schulkins Crawford.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamed that she and her family came out to Michigan to visit us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We played Wii, but we don't have a Wii.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle do you have a Wii?&amp;nbsp; Did you bring it to my house?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had wonderful picnics on the beach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lake Superior's beach, though in my dream it was more like the Pacific Ocean beach ~ Rio Del Mar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a lighthouse and after we were there touring it awhile we noticed there were huge black scorpion-like bugs on the wall.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one got in my hair and I grabbed it and threw it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we bolted outta there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, it was still kinda bizarre and disturbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also practiced Cued Speech, which in reality Michelle taught me and Nathan last spring.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were just as fluent as Michelle but in reality we still stink at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also went on beautiful hikes and played at the sand dunes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our kids had so much fun playing together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our husbands got to know each other better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle and I talked about old times and reminisced about all the wonderful friends we had and still have and all the fun things we did growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it was time for Michelle and her family to leave, I didn't want them to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle and I kept talking and talking in our basement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't have a basement and neither does Michelle so I don't know where that came from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Donny, Michelle's husband, packed up all there stuff and put it in their van.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He corralled their cute children (3 in my dream, but in reality they have 2 and one on the way) and buckled them safely into their mini van.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he came back downstairs and sadly said, "Honey, it's time to go."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave Donny a hug. He's my good friend too, from growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was nice to see you Donny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then Michelle and I embraced and said goodbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for coming Michelle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was nice to see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please come again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRLzvajSWLE/TrPhgsHD-YI/AAAAAAAADZE/9xrMalQtfaI/s1600/me+and+michelle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRLzvajSWLE/TrPhgsHD-YI/AAAAAAAADZE/9xrMalQtfaI/s400/me+and+michelle.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stole this from Michelle's blog. This picture was taken last spring. No likey my hair.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-3160958087952637706?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3160958087952637706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=3160958087952637706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3160958087952637706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3160958087952637706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-mrs-crawford.html' title='Dear Mrs. Crawford'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRLzvajSWLE/TrPhgsHD-YI/AAAAAAAADZE/9xrMalQtfaI/s72-c/me+and+michelle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-1612752016024287578</id><published>2011-11-03T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T04:26:56.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love avocados &amp; turkey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you that know me really well you're saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No, that is a typo! Becky DOES NOT like turkey!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's true I don't like turkey 99% of the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I especially do not like Thanksgiving turkey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've blogged about this before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my brother-in-law, Matt said I was unAmerican.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I DO love turkey and avocado sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This love affair started when I was a wee lady...ok, 11-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family moved to California and shortly thereafter I was introduced to the best sandwich shop in the WORLD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOGOS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3b15GLke_qg/TrHmzhBhBKI/AAAAAAAADY8/-vyt77f6Xco/s1600/bnr-coldsandwiches.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="42" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3b15GLke_qg/TrHmzhBhBKI/AAAAAAAADY8/-vyt77f6Xco/s320/bnr-coldsandwiches.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really! I think Togos is the best in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(please note I have not been many place around the world) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ALWAYS get:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="product-list"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;h4 class="turkey-avocado"&gt;&lt;a href="http://togos.com/What-s-To-Eat/Cold-Sandwiches.aspx#TurkeyAvocado"&gt;&lt;span class="number number24"&gt;#24&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span class="title"&gt;Turkey &amp;amp; avocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quintessential California. Fresh Haas avocados &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;piled high&lt;/span&gt; on slow roasted turkey&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other sandwich shops where I have gotten a turkey and avocado, they totally &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;skimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on the avocado...which is THE BEST PART...since, you know I don't like turkey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the great think about this turkey is you can barely taste it and its texture is perfect with the avocado. Oooooo and the onion and tomato and mayo...and pepperoncinis and a little salt and pepper, equals THE BEST SANDWICH EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A close second is JJ's (Jimmy John's).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their logo brags "World's Greatest Gourmet Sandwiches"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can't argue with that...they have REALLY good sandwiches and they do not skimp.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they deliver!&lt;br /&gt;To your house or work!&lt;br /&gt;But not to ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when it comes to turkey &amp;amp; avocado this is what they have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;&lt;a class="menu_link_big" href="http://www.jimmyjohns.com/menu/nutrition.aspx?id=1235"&gt;#12 BEACH CLUB®&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh baked turkey breast, provolone cheese, avocado spread, sliced cucumber, sprouts, lettuce, tomato, and mayo! (It’s the real deal, and it ain’t even California.)&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;And it's good...but you can only get it on their sandwich bread...NOT offered on a hoagie roll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;I find hoagie rolls much more filling and thus satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;I did ask TWICE (different times) if I could get it on a hoagie roll and both times...no, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;That was at the same location too...so maybe at a different location?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;Anyway, my point is...I love turkey &amp;amp; avocado sandwiches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;Since we have neither Togos nor JJ's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;I'm sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;We have THREE Subways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;And they TOTALLY SKIMP on the prepackaged avocado (gross!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;Don't even bother with avocado there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;Go for the heart attack and get the Spicy Italian.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;We went on a little trip last weekend (posting about that another day). &lt;br /&gt;On that little trip I made myself a turkey and avocado sub and it was SO good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;AND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;It is on our dinner menu for this week!&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;I'm not so sad. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;PS - avocados are a decent price right now. I had an avocado with my lunch on Monday AND Tuesday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;And we just got 6 more at the store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;Prego girl HAPPY!&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;PPS - we also got one pomegranate at the store.&amp;nbsp; It was $1.18...didn't think that was a very good price. But, I had to get one because I like them, and my mother loves them and she would get them for us when we were kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;AND my &lt;a href="http://gkerec.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-fun-from-pom.html"&gt;Aunt Kathy posted a Vimeo video from POM &lt;/a&gt;showing an easy way to get the seeds out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;I'm going to try it!&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;OK!&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;What is your favorite sandwich?&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;Do you make it?&lt;/span&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;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;What is your favorite sandwich shop?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder2_MetaDataList2"&gt;Is there a food you absolutely don't like 99% of the time?&amp;nbsp;&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/5551105486200523386-1612752016024287578?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1612752016024287578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=1612752016024287578&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1612752016024287578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1612752016024287578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-avocados-turkey.html' title='I love avocados &amp; turkey?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3b15GLke_qg/TrHmzhBhBKI/AAAAAAAADY8/-vyt77f6Xco/s72-c/bnr-coldsandwiches.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-4939777905874783267</id><published>2011-11-02T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:55:04.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crummy Commercials...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of my favorite movies is The Christmas Story...you know "You'll shoot your eye out!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a scene in that movie when the kid gets something in the mail that he sent away for, a seemingly long anticipated decoder ring! He listens to the radio to get the code and then locks himself in the bathroom to use the ring to crack the code. It's an intense scene! He is sorely disappointed when the cracked code turns out to be, "a crummy commercial!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't watch very many commercials because on Hulu there are only about 2 commercials per break.&amp;nbsp; But, we do watch the same commercials over and over.&amp;nbsp; Not very many commercials but also no variety.&amp;nbsp; It's ok though because we like the majority of the commercials we are stuck watching.&amp;nbsp; Granted the nonmajority we LOATH.&amp;nbsp; But I'm not going to show you those.&amp;nbsp; Just gonna show you our favorites. And yes you can say, "She's posting crummy commercials?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with Marley favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I5s1QNfXGn4?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think she loves the music and the baby!&lt;br /&gt;Two funny things she has said while watching this commercial:&lt;br /&gt;"Is that OUR baby!?!"&lt;br /&gt;And when the baby is on the road with the cars:&lt;br /&gt;"That baby is tricky!"&lt;br /&gt;Nathan says,&lt;br /&gt;"Do people even use those baby walkers anymore? And who would take one to the Grand Canyon!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;I just think that is stupid use of that technology.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants relatives printing pictures and what not on their printer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2 favorite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r8p5hG4xl-g?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again I think she likes the music.&lt;br /&gt;Marley figured out that all of those were supposed to be bars of soap.&lt;br /&gt;I think her favorite one is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: We use Dove in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3 favorite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lHRE_GfOHu4?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She loves the song and the birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan's and my favorite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/osPQhrnzNYk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the thumbs up, "You're good!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scream and the slow-mo laugh while the car spins out of control with Mayhem on the outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So funny!&lt;/div&gt;A whole family favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tbTSsJ558Fw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A full grown man in a child car seat acting like a naughty Mayhem child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how Mayhem looks at the camera like, watch this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley doesn't purposely make messes or throw sippy cups from the back seat but she does say,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I have said "What?" just as many times as she has said, "Mommy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think EVERY kid does that at some point.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: We do not use Allstate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite commercial?&lt;br /&gt;And do you use that product?&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/5551105486200523386-4939777905874783267?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4939777905874783267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=4939777905874783267&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4939777905874783267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4939777905874783267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/crummy-commercials.html' title='Crummy Commercials...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I5s1QNfXGn4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-7989818488645568546</id><published>2011-11-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:58:44.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Everyday This Month?</title><content type='html'>First off, I may or may not be participating in Nablopomo (National Blog Posting Month). Usually, I just randomly declare my own month of blogging (last May) but, this time I'm gonna give it a try during the official month ~ November.&amp;nbsp; I say, "I may or may not be participating..." and "...give it a try..." because I don't know that my schedule (or lack there of) and personal discipline (again lack there of) are devoted to it....and yet, my heart and soul may be devoted to it more than ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the month if I blogged consecutively everyday, I participated...if not...I didn't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shall we start this beautiful November off with a controversy? How about a controversial confession?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the risk of judgments from others and any misgivings I may have....out with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I'm addicted to television shows.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my trusty line up of favorites:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;The Sing Off&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;br /&gt;Castle &lt;br /&gt;Community&lt;br /&gt;The Office&lt;br /&gt;Parks and Recreation&lt;br /&gt;Warehouse 13&lt;br /&gt;The Middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows I just started watching this season and not sure if they will make the trusty favorites list:&lt;br /&gt;Pan Am&lt;br /&gt;Once Upon A Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows I haven't figured out how to watch the current season of...but want to:&lt;br /&gt;Bones&lt;br /&gt;Iron Chef America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netflix shows:&lt;br /&gt;Drop Dead Diva (didn't keep up 3rd season because I had to watch it on mylifetime.com and that was too annoying)&lt;br /&gt;Oliver's Twist (The Naked Chef, Jamie Oliver, before he was the Naked Chef, he's so cute zooming around England on his scooter, buying fresh ingredients. Though I think I'm almost out of episodes.)&lt;br /&gt;Downton Abby (My friend mentioned it on her blog...that she liked it...and then I saw it on Netflix...it's a BBC show and I'm not sure how their "seasons" work?!?! But I watched the first 13 episodes which I think was the first season.)&lt;br /&gt;The Defenders (canceled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows I choose not to watch despite their popularity:&lt;br /&gt; Glee&lt;br /&gt;Modern Family&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my excuses (weak excuses):&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good ~ actually I am feeling better these days. (tomorrow, 16 weeks prego!)&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the energy to do anything else.&amp;nbsp; (If I did anything else I'd probably have the energy to do more.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely when I'm home alone and watching tv shows makes me feel less lonely.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog I read everyday quoted David O. McKay, "the greatest battles of life are fought out daily in the silent chambers of the soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my chambers are silent...I think they are full of fake people/characters and scantily clad women dancing the paso doble, (I love the paso doble) and other people getting their lives back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually while I am sitting on the couch enjoying this entertainment my spirit is fighting back and saying, "What are you doing? You are more than this! Use the computer and the internet to develop your talents! To communicate! To enrich your life and family!"&amp;nbsp; Use this TIME to bless your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk myself into finding something else to do after this episode is over.&amp;nbsp; This is my last episode today...then I will....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I either find something else to do OR I find another episode to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television is a great battle in my life and I do feel that it is largely a battle within myself.&amp;nbsp; Nathan and I have talked about cutting ourselves off completely. And not having "tv." But, I feel like we basically did that by not getting any kind of cable. We do have Netflix and we do debate on whether to keep it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping this commitment to blog everyday this month, though half hearted, will help me refocus my energies on more productive, more creative, more worth while things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to open it up to you....either tell me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you like to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do to fill your time and energy, because you don't watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever struggled with this same issue...what helped you to overcome and get a life of your own? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice you may have....but you can't say "Get out and make friends!" unless you have specific people in my area that you would like to introduce me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please know...I do still take care of my family. I try to read the scriptures everyday. And I stay up to date on all my household and church responsibilities as best as a prego lady can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment away...I really want to hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-7989818488645568546?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7989818488645568546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=7989818488645568546&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7989818488645568546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/7989818488645568546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/11/blogging-everyday-this-month.html' title='Blogging Everyday This Month?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-5030196705863375922</id><published>2011-10-31T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:10:05.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoooo! Whoooo! Are you for Halloween!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pENriWxX61E/Tq7RtliLXeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sbqwI5wQnQo/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pENriWxX61E/Tq7RtliLXeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sbqwI5wQnQo/s640/013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1_0VGgn6iw/Tq7Ry_9LJjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CTTUYFSGkyw/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1_0VGgn6iw/Tq7Ry_9LJjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CTTUYFSGkyw/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUWygmrRnaw/Tq7IrdV72bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7jSf_rNlIK4/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUWygmrRnaw/Tq7IrdV72bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7jSf_rNlIK4/s320/015.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One feather duster was torn apart in the creation of this costume....but no owls were harmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzqoDdm8_Yg/Tq7IyCwprpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GXMPgOptwWA/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzqoDdm8_Yg/Tq7IyCwprpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GXMPgOptwWA/s640/016.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7HwibhZBo4/Tq7I_do2ymI/AAAAAAAAANA/8zShsdAsFUo/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7HwibhZBo4/Tq7I_do2ymI/AAAAAAAAANA/8zShsdAsFUo/s320/018.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DT_en5AAFqI/Tq7JMvhE9qI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vMCITO547lU/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DT_en5AAFqI/Tq7JMvhE9qI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vMCITO547lU/s640/021.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXHFurcY2kI/Tq7JRAIr39I/AAAAAAAAANY/dB9HiH_fp_8/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXHFurcY2kI/Tq7JRAIr39I/AAAAAAAAANY/dB9HiH_fp_8/s320/024.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xumaXxWjOE0/Tq7JgMuNX-I/AAAAAAAAANw/MmpJu-Mf9oI/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xumaXxWjOE0/Tq7JgMuNX-I/AAAAAAAAANw/MmpJu-Mf9oI/s320/027.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNObBGCxpMw/Tq7JlSGUaRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RxHe4crBRV4/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNObBGCxpMw/Tq7JlSGUaRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RxHe4crBRV4/s320/028.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjBev1eWFA4/Tq7J5ljxN5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kyge4zGxm0c/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjBev1eWFA4/Tq7J5ljxN5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kyge4zGxm0c/s320/031.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The hat was the trickiest part. We made it from a pair of sweat pants. The waistband is around her forehead. Cut one leg off and sewed it into the crotch seam. Then cut most of the other leg off and folded it back and stitched some ears. Not the best but not bad. I wish I made the ear stand up better before I took this picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyqKE18aZ2k/Tq7KBAtlMOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KujJk-xehjM/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyqKE18aZ2k/Tq7KBAtlMOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KujJk-xehjM/s640/032.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All morning we looked for spooky things to watch on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the pictures of the spooky things on the computer were requested by the owl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't resist her requests) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqAdZXd_gMw/Tq7KNbs3PuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zbdyBCSmKNI/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqAdZXd_gMw/Tq7KNbs3PuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zbdyBCSmKNI/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't this owl have beautiful nails?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ug7nrdokvg/Tq7KUGRtgBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Xy3lY9k9Oe0/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ug7nrdokvg/Tq7KUGRtgBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Xy3lY9k9Oe0/s320/035.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She has a cute striped turtle neck that she will under the sweater tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgot to have her put it on this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8-GoGtUyts/Tq7KacpUf1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/HDhKa-R8S_o/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11QtYOIh52U/Tq7LAqX8cKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PVrBYIT8ud0/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11QtYOIh52U/Tq7LAqX8cKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PVrBYIT8ud0/s640/042.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now she's all ready for school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEGqackRFXI/Tq7LqbS4pzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Sk-FUH-MgEo/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEGqackRFXI/Tq7LqbS4pzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Sk-FUH-MgEo/s320/049.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_q_1YIEuAc/Tq7LwD9OotI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1vXO6dw8t8M/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_q_1YIEuAc/Tq7LwD9OotI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1vXO6dw8t8M/s320/050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After school we are trick or treating our street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we are going to the Soo to pick up dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we are trick or treating the downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we are going to our friend Noel's house and having chicken calzones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we are trick or treating Noel's neighborhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we get home we will watch It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(all the while eating/snacking on CANDY!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we will crash into bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY SPOOKS &amp;amp; HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/5551105486200523386-5030196705863375922?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5030196705863375922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=5030196705863375922&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5030196705863375922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5030196705863375922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/10/whoooo-whoooo-are-you-for-halloween.html' title='Whoooo! 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Are you for Halloween!?!?!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pENriWxX61E/Tq7RtliLXeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sbqwI5wQnQo/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-340511639102344307</id><published>2011-10-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:24:40.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lizard, A Punkie &amp; A Cute Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the eve of our move to Michigan, my sister Liz made Marley a sweater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect for our cold winter/spring drive across the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She worked on it late into the night because the next morning we found it hanging in a grocery bag on the outside knob of my parents house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a fun surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a bad sister because Liz never got to see it on Marley.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's been six months already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have posted pictures of her in it sooner! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINIALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Aunt Liz for the adorable homemade sweater!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(it's hard to get Punkie to hold still) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U-xP17wofQ/TqWPZTNO7QI/AAAAAAAADYk/fHqGyfGfXRY/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U-xP17wofQ/TqWPZTNO7QI/AAAAAAAADYk/fHqGyfGfXRY/s320/022.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks again Lizard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you and miss you SO SO SO much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-340511639102344307?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/340511639102344307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=340511639102344307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/340511639102344307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/340511639102344307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/10/lizard-punkie-cute-sweater.html' title='A Lizard, A Punkie &amp; A Cute Sweater'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OVDCsNg_b7Y/TqWOggYZ-_I/AAAAAAAADXc/6a3fE1UgF60/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-6515320820183211105</id><published>2011-10-07T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T08:28:45.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cuts &amp; Coconut Butts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shickadance!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to take my camera for Marley's first haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my phone was home charging so I didn't even get a picture on my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't get pictures off my phone anyway because I'm not smart enough to figure out how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or I need a memory card first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do have a picture hidden away on my phone somewhere of Marley's first fake hair cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fake hair cut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before we left Utah my sister-in-law Whitney cut my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley wanted a hair cut too, but I didn't think it was time yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Whitney played along and pretended to cut Marley's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I took pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday when I figure it out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will post EVERY picture from my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you WILL like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neither myself nor the hair dresser could bear to cut off any more of Marley's curls than just a trim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the hair dresser couldn't help herself...or she did help herself and put Marley's hair in pig tails.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npo0-ffBcIU/To8TfWW29vI/AAAAAAAAALI/HGnYYiGqdZA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npo0-ffBcIU/To8TfWW29vI/AAAAAAAAALI/HGnYYiGqdZA/s320/001.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She got TWO suckers and of course BOTH have to be open at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which they are now....but not in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bS5MBVfrTds/To8TmLio0TI/AAAAAAAAALM/4hU27WTB6dc/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bS5MBVfrTds/To8TmLio0TI/AAAAAAAAALM/4hU27WTB6dc/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you love that fabric behind her? Me too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday I will fashion it into real curtains for the front and back doors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTifhw_xZJk/To8TtFrKThI/AAAAAAAAALQ/h4ngLAWnoeY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTifhw_xZJk/To8TtFrKThI/AAAAAAAAALQ/h4ngLAWnoeY/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are for REAL pig tails, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RbjIiMBbwz8/To8Tz3QMjeI/AAAAAAAAALU/2m30t-oSV04/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RbjIiMBbwz8/To8Tz3QMjeI/AAAAAAAAALU/2m30t-oSV04/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Woa! Too close.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking these pictures myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5Sv6UikpVA/To8T5j-T48I/AAAAAAAAALY/ut0t5GpCBAA/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5Sv6UikpVA/To8T5j-T48I/AAAAAAAAALY/ut0t5GpCBAA/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hR0F64YhDHc/To8UAMopURI/AAAAAAAAALc/5E0v84Pu37Y/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hR0F64YhDHc/To8UAMopURI/AAAAAAAAALc/5E0v84Pu37Y/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx4yeXCveJc/To8UGUB9CgI/AAAAAAAAALg/Zz7AFkwtYC8/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx4yeXCveJc/To8UGUB9CgI/AAAAAAAAALg/Zz7AFkwtYC8/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TDGPWxQVcY/To8UMWS1nAI/AAAAAAAAALk/2Si-8TyCSMI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TDGPWxQVcY/To8UMWS1nAI/AAAAAAAAALk/2Si-8TyCSMI/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLE34SFlSlY/To8US5OJ9sI/AAAAAAAAALo/6Dalvi1jHao/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLE34SFlSlY/To8US5OJ9sI/AAAAAAAAALo/6Dalvi1jHao/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3uExYdzM2s/To8UZShBheI/AAAAAAAAALs/lyUOxkCzdjA/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3uExYdzM2s/To8UZShBheI/AAAAAAAAALs/lyUOxkCzdjA/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tm5rRmqXfjM/To8UgOmqXCI/AAAAAAAAALw/c1DTRAPzp6E/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tm5rRmqXfjM/To8UgOmqXCI/AAAAAAAAALw/c1DTRAPzp6E/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's an A line...almost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still growing out from this cute hair cut from Aug 2010.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Loved the feel of the pixie but didn't like how it looked on me.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwLYyY6ki70/To8WwDCiHRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UK2Jbq6NcAI/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oskubxgyU6k/To8XS2ibffI/AAAAAAAAAME/jilOprlf39Y/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oskubxgyU6k/To8XS2ibffI/AAAAAAAAAME/jilOprlf39Y/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4S4XLXoNvKE/To8W7UbWhmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WbEdx1wGl9I/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4S4XLXoNvKE/To8W7UbWhmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WbEdx1wGl9I/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsS_jqZvVdo/To8XsNHKwRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UAA4rgzlPj0/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsS_jqZvVdo/To8XsNHKwRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UAA4rgzlPj0/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ECAvM7LBZs/To8YFR7QuaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/q-Zi-4z-mwk/s1600/DSC_0248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ECAvM7LBZs/To8YFR7QuaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/q-Zi-4z-mwk/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which do you like better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Ok, no coconut butts...but it rhymed and we like to rhyme and we like to say butts....sometimes.&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/5551105486200523386-6515320820183211105?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6515320820183211105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=6515320820183211105&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6515320820183211105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/6515320820183211105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/10/hair-cuts-coconut-butts.html' title='Hair Cuts &amp; Coconut Butts'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npo0-ffBcIU/To8TfWW29vI/AAAAAAAAALI/HGnYYiGqdZA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-8308092420905615277</id><published>2011-10-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:49:15.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep crackin' us up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of Sunday morning, Nathan's Marley-given-title was Ballet Teacher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HA HA HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She needs a dance class really really badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way she talks....&lt;br /&gt;(boy! does she love to talk!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lellow = Yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I can't know how!" = "I don't know how."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's too har-ed." = "It's too hard!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She says that anytime she doesn't want to do what we have asked her....like clean up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She also adds syllables to lots of small words like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha-ow = How&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da-yad = Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kee-al-sey = Kelsey (her cousin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say-yam = Sam (her cousin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Shut it guys!" = "Shut up guys!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which we are not aloud to say and she has only said twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that has happened in the past (no matter how long ago) happened:&lt;br /&gt;most commonly - "last night" &lt;br /&gt;but sometimes - "lasterday"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phrases she has picked up from us/me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh my gosh!" (frustration or surprise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sheesh ka beebee weesh!" (surprise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Chicken Fricassee!" (like a swear)&lt;br /&gt;"Shickadance!" (also like a swear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Home again home again jiggity jig."(when we get home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Whatever." (with attitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to talk about her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I started this.&lt;br /&gt;I started asking her what she dreamed about before she even knew what dreams were.&lt;br /&gt;But, she caught on fast and she loves to discuss them every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I think she makes stuff up...but, often I think she really does remember some dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week I haven't been able to find my summer slip on shoes.&lt;br /&gt;So when we go out and wait for the bus, first I gotta get socks on and my tie up shoes.&lt;br /&gt;(so inconvenient!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I found them!&lt;br /&gt;They were being useful in Marley's little kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uX_buQsh0qg/To3LOMSmP6I/AAAAAAAADXY/hKEOXA2KhVU/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uX_buQsh0qg/To3LOMSmP6I/AAAAAAAADXY/hKEOXA2KhVU/s320/060.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yea, they're just hangin' out, holdin' felt fruit and scoops of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xFY53JdnQ8/To3K5kJYPoI/AAAAAAAADXM/VYud2QYCSQM/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xFY53JdnQ8/To3K5kJYPoI/AAAAAAAADXM/VYud2QYCSQM/s320/056.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a little surprised she didn't pour water in them.&lt;br /&gt;(she loves to get water from our fridge door dispenser and then play with it in her kitchen) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-8308092420905615277?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8308092420905615277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=8308092420905615277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8308092420905615277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8308092420905615277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/10/keep-crackin-us-up.html' title='Keep crackin&apos; us up....'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uX_buQsh0qg/To3LOMSmP6I/AAAAAAAADXY/hKEOXA2KhVU/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-556376684688157653</id><published>2011-09-30T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:07:51.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye September...until next year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5SSqTbY9MU/ToYOmIC7tMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RP-t1gVwYSw/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marley made it through her first week of Pre-school and loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big girl going to school on the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJt45Mhd3EM/ToYLtFl6s3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nCSDBVrgVOg/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJt45Mhd3EM/ToYLtFl6s3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nCSDBVrgVOg/s200/047.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rwEZRBes5I/ToYLz6ke5MI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KFP4rHNdsY0/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rwEZRBes5I/ToYLz6ke5MI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KFP4rHNdsY0/s200/048.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqu54_snNTE/ToYL51dO1RI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ASruWR3pzIc/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqu54_snNTE/ToYL51dO1RI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ASruWR3pzIc/s200/049.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;We live one block away from her pre-school but they have a bus and Marley is so excited she gets to ride it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;She is picked up first out of 17-20 kids and dropped off first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;In the picture below, I was trying to get a picture of Marley sitting on the bus but I got a picture of my reflection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You can see the ghost of Marley by my right shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OVeVDCSGkNU/ToYM7fhLXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nN61TZh2HyE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OVeVDCSGkNU/ToYM7fhLXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nN61TZh2HyE/s640/005.JPG" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Big girl getting off the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vHWoAFhgLk/ToYNBspQDzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3bQdvrncKbI/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vHWoAFhgLk/ToYNBspQDzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3bQdvrncKbI/s200/006.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_Z5jaSxSx4/ToYNIQwsBhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rzNBvGV_yMk/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_Z5jaSxSx4/ToYNIQwsBhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rzNBvGV_yMk/s200/007.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4FnEpFL59k/ToYNOs6YHXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aPVk_Jm7fDY/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4FnEpFL59k/ToYNOs6YHXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aPVk_Jm7fDY/s200/008.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfY8wrEkOJw/ToYNT6ZfnGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LgKvof-GDPE/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfY8wrEkOJw/ToYNT6ZfnGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LgKvof-GDPE/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Crazy lady won't take a normal picture...she's like her Aunt Jill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ET92efAO-Ew/ToYN_jGGHiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PBxBCtKAAbA/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ET92efAO-Ew/ToYN_jGGHiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PBxBCtKAAbA/s400/015.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zim14mr3e7Y/ToYOSs1gBZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CTGloNb0jcc/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zim14mr3e7Y/ToYOSs1gBZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CTGloNb0jcc/s400/018.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trying really hard to look "normal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAKphKzu4gs/ToYOZOQgEnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fpTEzWRpZc0/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAKphKzu4gs/ToYOZOQgEnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fpTEzWRpZc0/s320/019.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVf6c9pDSg8/ToYOfy267RI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hguPGBAndq0/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVf6c9pDSg8/ToYOfy267RI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hguPGBAndq0/s320/020.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DIi8N9c-5s/ToYOtSmsDqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BPLSM6Ue4Bc/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cvXRj-OlVE/ToYO53ThbCI/AAAAAAAAALE/9eiW3vdCw5I/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cvXRj-OlVE/ToYO53ThbCI/AAAAAAAAALE/9eiW3vdCw5I/s400/024.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she gets home she is so talkative and wants to tell me everything that happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I can picture exactly what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most times I don't have the faintest idea of what went on...besides bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/5QmIJmd4dFI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QmIJmd4dFI?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QmIJmd4dFI?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What have I been doing while Marley is at school four hours a day, four days a week?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Growing a baby! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm 11 weeks along.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our new baby is just the size of a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and yet so demanding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hormone haziness or shall I say craziness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My brain does not work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm thoughtless....and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can't wait for the first trimester to be over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and hopefully stop the mind melting madness and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the nausea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(soon right!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With that complaining out of the way, I promise I won't complain again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, at least not until the last trimester.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are so grateful to be finally growing our family again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marley will be four in April and that's about the time we're expecting little figgy pudding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What? That's not a good nickname?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;See, I told my brain is gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And now a tribute to September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is one of my favorite songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the music video HAS to be one of the greatest music videos of all time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfectly psychedelic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Funky costumes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Handsome men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The horns! I love the horns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(as in trumpet, trombone and sax) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Classic disco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It will make you want to dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earth Wind &amp;amp; Fire - September &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/2S8ZrQG0y6g/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2S8ZrQG0y6g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="300"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2S8ZrQG0y6g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-556376684688157653?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/556376684688157653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=556376684688157653&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/556376684688157653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/556376684688157653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye-septemberuntil-next-year.html' title='Goodbye September...until next year.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJt45Mhd3EM/ToYLtFl6s3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nCSDBVrgVOg/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-4965839663870464013</id><published>2011-09-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:07:08.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pump is Primed</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y282proKN2g/Tn6XWg6N3bI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aKN6A8k-qSo/s1600/fall_trees_sky_franconia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y282proKN2g/Tn6XWg6N3bI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aKN6A8k-qSo/s320/fall_trees_sky_franconia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://indospectrum.com/photo/fall_trees_sky_franconia"&gt;photo source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;b&gt;the fall&lt;/b&gt;....for many reasons. But, tonight I'm talkin' 'bout the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference?lang=eng"&gt;General Relief Society Broadcast&lt;/a&gt;! It's the Saturday before the October General Conference....only in the fall.&amp;nbsp;It's always so awesome and so uplifting and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching it live, via the internet. I wasn't sure if they broadcast it live online as I'm 99.9% sure they don't do the priesthood session, but I was pleasantly surprised.&amp;nbsp; Not that it is a huge deal because if it wasn't live I probably could have watched it online tomorrow but, it was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found great strength in listening as hundreds of thousands of other sisters watched and prayed and sang at the same time. I knew and felt that as I physically sat alone in my living room and I sang "Hark All Ye Nations" and "Come Let Us Rejoice" that my mother, and my sisters and my aunts and cousins and friends were singing at the same time, right along with me. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I did not feel alone.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I felt loved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I felt important.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I felt the warmth of the Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found each talk enjoyable but, I just love love love to hear President Utchdort speak. He always seems to have a key phrase to plant in our minds or a beautiful picture to help us remember and he very often has an inspiring, fresh, and creative list for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p774b3_IcgI/Tn6YNcqWOwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JROYStflvU0/s1600/Forget-me-not.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p774b3_IcgI/Tn6YNcqWOwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JROYStflvU0/s320/Forget-me-not.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://botoolwatch.splinder.com/post/25296447/flower-tea-forget-me-not"&gt;photo source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been on my mind lately, trying to sort out a lot of thoughts and emotions and blessings and struggles. &lt;b&gt;The Relief Society Broadcast really helped me&lt;/b&gt; start to sort somethings out...it always does! It's true that I didn't hear anything that I hadn't heard before, but hearing it this time, from this General Relief Society Presidency and President Utchdorf tonight really helped me. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;my spiritual pump has been primed&lt;/span&gt;, by watching the Broadcast, I have begun to prepare myself for the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;gush of gospel truths&lt;/span&gt; that will fill our house next Saturday and Sunday. I hope to find ways to continue to prepare myself all week for that gush. &lt;b&gt;If I prepare&lt;/b&gt; to receive the messages that the Lord has in store for me through the leaders of His church, &lt;b&gt;I can expect &lt;/b&gt;answers to prayers, direction, purpose, understanding, inspiration and I'm sure much much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you got to watch. If you didn't, I hope you will...it is well worth your time. &lt;b&gt;What a blessing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-4965839663870464013?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4965839663870464013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=4965839663870464013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4965839663870464013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4965839663870464013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/09/pump-is-primed.html' title='The Pump is Primed'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y282proKN2g/Tn6XWg6N3bI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aKN6A8k-qSo/s72-c/fall_trees_sky_franconia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-3540320823795502725</id><published>2011-09-02T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T04:23:00.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Just Doesn't Get It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I wake up first, I go downstairs and do stuff, mostly on the computer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Marley wakes up she sneeks down the stairs and peeks around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I see her, I squeel with delight and open my arms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley runs into my arms and we cuddle and talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: I found my pink baby!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(pink rabbit, named Lola, but mostly referred to as pink baby since all her babyies' are named Lola.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Where was she? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: Under my bed, almost, by the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Oh! Was she crying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mar: NO!!! (laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: (laugh) Oh Marley! Are you my BF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: NO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Do you know what BF means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: Yea, L-M-nen-O-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: No. B-F means Best Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: Oooohhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: And B-F-F means Best Friend FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: (wide eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: You are my BFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: Ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got us some cereal for breakfast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: Mom, you are my G-L-C- ummm Q!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marley: This means my Best Friend in the whole entire wide world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know where she learned "whole entire wide world."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess since she's just got the Alphabet down - except for "nen" it may be a little much to ask for her to understand acronyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great talk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I love chatting with her...it's always entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-3540320823795502725?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3540320823795502725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=3540320823795502725&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3540320823795502725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3540320823795502725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-just-doesnt-get-it.html' title='She Just Doesn&apos;t Get It'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-8887677535551953553</id><published>2011-09-01T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T04:57:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unconsciously, I took August off from blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't realize until August 12 that I hadn't posted nor read anyone elses' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I decided if anyone asked (my sister) I would just say,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I decided to take August off from blogs."&lt;br /&gt;Then it would seem conscious and meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 16 Julie called and asked me if I had read one of our favorite blogs today: &lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Why?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't read it all month."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I decided to take August off from blogs."&lt;br /&gt;"Go read it and call me back."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unconscious decisions last longer than conscious ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie can get me to do just about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-8887677535551953553?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8887677535551953553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=8887677535551953553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8887677535551953553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8887677535551953553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/09/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-3905709256117324364</id><published>2011-07-25T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T07:18:59.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a child of God....and so are YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To date, this is my all time favorite &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MormonMessages"&gt;Mormon Message&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch it. Then lets chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JOrcqqpHCt8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this for the first time last night, at a big multi-branch, yet intimate, family home evening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While it played I could not stop quietly laughing and crying....mostly crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was not expecting those simple scenes of happy people to start singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan gave me sideways smiles and raised eyebrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows me, he was not surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley sang along with wide eyes and a confident smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a beautifully simple but powerful truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brings joy to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And humble tears to my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just from knowing one simple truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR1oDZn4UI8/Ti13o8ropHI/AAAAAAAADWk/CekkTqB46rQ/s1600/I+am+a+child+of+god.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR1oDZn4UI8/Ti13o8ropHI/AAAAAAAADWk/CekkTqB46rQ/s640/I+am+a+child+of+god.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/72401475/8x10-i-am-a-child-of-god-print-multi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-3905709256117324364?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3905709256117324364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=3905709256117324364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3905709256117324364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3905709256117324364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-child-of-godand-so-are-you.html' title='I am a child of God....and so are YOU!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JOrcqqpHCt8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-5957098604095124279</id><published>2011-07-21T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:54:58.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time...</title><content type='html'>We went to Yellowstone last year, the end of July 2010 to be a little more exact. We went and "camped" with my parents in their trailer. It was so fun and so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our entire family, on my mother's side, is having a huge reunion in Yellowstone, in about 13 days. We will probably be the ONLY ones not there.&amp;nbsp; But, graduate school, no job for 9 months and then moving across several states, twice, broke the bank. Our family totally understands us not being there and have been so supportive and loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never &lt;strike&gt;boasted&lt;/strike&gt;, I mean posted, about going to Yellowstone last year, so I decided now would be a good time and it's our way of "being" in Yellowstone again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, family, now you can say you saw us in Yellowstone this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to see you there too...when you send us/post all the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blRxBR2XjLU/TihLq4amywI/AAAAAAAAADM/Hn8oGHHnTRQ/s1600/318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blRxBR2XjLU/TihLq4amywI/AAAAAAAAADM/Hn8oGHHnTRQ/s640/318.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrAjbdQ7Cdo/TihL0UihjlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D1NWw_AutxM/s1600/327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrAjbdQ7Cdo/TihL0UihjlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D1NWw_AutxM/s640/327.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_H4dR0u320/TihMBdEipQI/AAAAAAAAADU/d5j_tXfbt_4/s1600/331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_H4dR0u320/TihMBdEipQI/AAAAAAAAADU/d5j_tXfbt_4/s640/331.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of driving in the park so make sure you have something to keep the kids busy in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wJlA3Dk6LtM/TihMLlVVIgI/AAAAAAAAADY/vT8biuOSEc4/s1600/332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wJlA3Dk6LtM/TihMLlVVIgI/AAAAAAAAADY/vT8biuOSEc4/s640/332.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love Lodgepole Pines...even crispy ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NwyXLbXMcU/TihMW7nMSuI/AAAAAAAAADc/N0xaNzZOFAg/s1600/333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NwyXLbXMcU/TihMW7nMSuI/AAAAAAAAADc/N0xaNzZOFAg/s640/333.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the wild flowers in the park. We bought a package of assorted wild flower seeds while we were there and we planted them in our backyard here in Michigan. Two kinds have bloomed so far. I will post a picture of them when more of them bloom.&amp;nbsp; Make sure you get a package to plant at your home! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yr4F3-syoxk/TihkwfHcYhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IWxvC40ZemA/s1600/527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yr4F3-syoxk/TihkwfHcYhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IWxvC40ZemA/s640/527.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLpEkNScAKI/TihUTO0igQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/axzwuLJWKtw/s1600/529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLpEkNScAKI/TihUTO0igQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/axzwuLJWKtw/s640/529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A ghost in an old car. I swear that creepy looking lady wasn't there when I took the picture!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe she was there when I took the picture...but, still, creepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5jDLU5Jb3U/TihUezavdMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZlFwnfyMug0/s1600/540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5jDLU5Jb3U/TihUezavdMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZlFwnfyMug0/s640/540.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XlcwcYNZZ0Q/TihUsDhOvtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M5qOLoIZBik/s1600/548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XlcwcYNZZ0Q/TihUsDhOvtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M5qOLoIZBik/s640/548.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBynZ9-UIcs/Tihbv_EsOwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SgQqs_TPvWM/s1600/708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBynZ9-UIcs/Tihbv_EsOwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SgQqs_TPvWM/s640/708.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The restaurant where we used to live. I didn't take a picture of the motel...it just looked too different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0dZ-D0GxKE/Tihb5ybVtBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TaaX3RO0PWQ/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0dZ-D0GxKE/Tihb5ybVtBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TaaX3RO0PWQ/s640/DSC_0002.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g793a9GNTmk/TihcD9ni5lI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PFwivsJdWs8/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g793a9GNTmk/TihcD9ni5lI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PFwivsJdWs8/s640/DSC_0006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCWM3dB0vxQ/TihcFCflymI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YitjFh_e2KQ/s1600/DSC_0007+-+Copy+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCWM3dB0vxQ/TihcFCflymI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YitjFh_e2KQ/s640/DSC_0007+-+Copy+%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqPpXHRjtMM/TihcRw_z1PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LkaMNNWueB8/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqPpXHRjtMM/TihcRw_z1PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LkaMNNWueB8/s640/DSC_0027.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdP7StEqEoM/TihceygMlbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JcpvfAz7y3g/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdP7StEqEoM/TihceygMlbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JcpvfAz7y3g/s640/DSC_0039.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzWR5vvlwWI/TihczznRBMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ShAJDSOUKGA/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzWR5vvlwWI/TihczznRBMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ShAJDSOUKGA/s640/DSC_0042.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoS4jXWjJ-g/Tihc892A4QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EtM573G4JZk/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoS4jXWjJ-g/Tihc892A4QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EtM573G4JZk/s640/DSC_0044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfA0lg2MARk/TihdJx9bpWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Kv3TJnnPSSM/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfA0lg2MARk/TihdJx9bpWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Kv3TJnnPSSM/s640/DSC_0047.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdI9bsNORnM/TihdWyvDLXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XFfWCVVgo2I/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdI9bsNORnM/TihdWyvDLXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XFfWCVVgo2I/s640/DSC_0048.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There you have it. Now, don't you feel like you've already been to Yellowstone this year?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shUAb3HnIUs/TihV_z7j3mI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lTx7cRWKp_I/s1600/608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shUAb3HnIUs/TihV_z7j3mI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lTx7cRWKp_I/s640/608.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a blast family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reun like you've never Reunioned before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-5957098604095124279?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5957098604095124279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=5957098604095124279&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5957098604095124279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/5957098604095124279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/07/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time...'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blRxBR2XjLU/TihLq4amywI/AAAAAAAAADM/Hn8oGHHnTRQ/s72-c/318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-8136649689127482563</id><published>2011-07-08T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:07:00.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly and Crazy - Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/05/silly-and-crazy.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the evidence from that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(evidence is posted in the order it was taken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Squirrely on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urEZ5COhk9w/ThbmVZIQMtI/AAAAAAAAACY/fGv5ZjZOy8o/s1600/147a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urEZ5COhk9w/ThbmVZIQMtI/AAAAAAAAACY/fGv5ZjZOy8o/s200/147a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uz4lEfL4Vw/ThbmdEjumTI/AAAAAAAAACc/kEaCr7Eq5Ns/s1600/148a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uz4lEfL4Vw/ThbmdEjumTI/AAAAAAAAACc/kEaCr7Eq5Ns/s200/148a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLJiLBFGAlI/ThbmkvbaaeI/AAAAAAAAACg/Z7T1DCmKk70/s1600/149a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLJiLBFGAlI/ThbmkvbaaeI/AAAAAAAAACg/Z7T1DCmKk70/s200/149a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crazy on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-855UYwtMpTQ/Thbm0h6nBTI/AAAAAAAAACo/bZ2IW9Cc828/s1600/151a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-855UYwtMpTQ/Thbm0h6nBTI/AAAAAAAAACo/bZ2IW9Cc828/s640/151a.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dramatic action/vogue poses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lYzkoBa_ps/Thbm8d024CI/AAAAAAAAACs/ebxzwvSUtTs/s1600/152a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lYzkoBa_ps/Thbm8d024CI/AAAAAAAAACs/ebxzwvSUtTs/s200/152a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR_zQbRcpyU/ThbnDicBfSI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zi6mApkJe0E/s1600/153a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR_zQbRcpyU/ThbnDicBfSI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zi6mApkJe0E/s200/153a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpTzGHBxses/ThbnKnRNZaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ikyw3P_rWR8/s1600/154a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpTzGHBxses/ThbnKnRNZaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ikyw3P_rWR8/s200/154a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The back side with a nice view of the....bed head...ballet/Nacho Libra style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hHoTQOX5tw/ThbnSEo5fEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wojuiFacWvA/s1600/155a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hHoTQOX5tw/ThbnSEo5fEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wojuiFacWvA/s640/155a.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And we all know she is a free style break dancer so she had to bust out some of those wycked moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EixlOac9j7E/ThbnaIv9NYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uB5a0xwA9oc/s1600/156a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EixlOac9j7E/ThbnaIv9NYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uB5a0xwA9oc/s200/156a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WBAaZQyA3nI/ThbniAjwirI/AAAAAAAAADA/i0BjwsV6rNA/s1600/157a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WBAaZQyA3nI/ThbniAjwirI/AAAAAAAAADA/i0BjwsV6rNA/s200/157a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WsSHtUWwLU/Thbnpm6icII/AAAAAAAAADE/lcBP40F9cVw/s1600/158A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WsSHtUWwLU/Thbnpm6icII/AAAAAAAAADE/lcBP40F9cVw/s200/158A.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Exhausted from her silly and crazy antics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16TByx-JOEo/Thbnxm91JvI/AAAAAAAAADI/D5JliTWsmpw/s1600/159A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16TByx-JOEo/Thbnxm91JvI/AAAAAAAAADI/D5JliTWsmpw/s640/159A.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not mind telling Marley she is silly...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but lately...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been feeling a little bad that so often I tell her she is crazy and/or weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I've been teaching her to respond to me with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I may be crazy/weird but I'm HAPPY!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And proudly I report that she always says it with more tude than I have taught.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder where she gets her weird and craziness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately she wants to be called Kenna.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still makes up weird names...with some weird repeats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pakinsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SooSow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lalina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nofta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peewee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weewee&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(above is the one that keeps repeating randomly?!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and Marley and a lady from our branch were all riding in our car. This kind lady has a few cats and a dog so naturally, she and Marley were talking about animals. Marley was telling our passenger about her dogs (Marley never discloses that her animals are stuffed).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friend asked Marley her dogs names:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: "ummm. umm. One is. ummm. Snoosnoff. And I have a noder one and his name is...ummm. umm. His name is Alphabet!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I thought she said Elphaba, which as you all know is the name of the Wicked Witch of the West (WWW).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, Marley doesn't know that and I thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whoever wrote Wicked (&lt;span class="st"&gt;Gregory Maguire) must have had kids name the WWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;And yes, I'm still one of the few in this universe that hasn't seen Wicked yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Just found &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elphaba"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on Wikipedia:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Maguire formulated the name "Elphaba" out of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L._Frank_Baum"&gt;L. Frank Baum's&lt;/a&gt; name,  taking the phonetic pronunciation of his initials: hence, L.F.B became &lt;b&gt;El&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt;pha&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt;ba&lt;/b&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool to know Maguire had some sort of rhyme or reason to his naming of the WWW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know, Marley has no evident reason for what she names things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sometimes they do rhyme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: "I'm Becky. What's your name?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always answer with one of the following names:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaniqua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boniqua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conifwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mustoffa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not make those up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley tries to say my chosen name for the day and then says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom! How bout you're Weewee!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-8136649689127482563?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8136649689127482563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=8136649689127482563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8136649689127482563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8136649689127482563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/07/silly-and-crazy-revisited.html' title='Silly and Crazy - Revisited'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urEZ5COhk9w/ThbmVZIQMtI/AAAAAAAAACY/fGv5ZjZOy8o/s72-c/147a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-3786293687663131000</id><published>2011-06-29T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:21:06.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally wish I could search my memories and thoughts like I search the web.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MEMORY: where did I leave my keys....SEARCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOUGHTS: spiritual inspiration I received during Branch Conference but didn't get to write down because I was distracted by the needs of kids around me....SEARCH&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't that be so helpful!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Harry Potter they have something called a ... (Julie fill in the blank).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It pulls important memories out of your head so you can preserve them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then they have a thing called a Pensive (I think) where others can view the memory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;Not real but So Cool!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to remove awful things from your memory? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or  have saved a memory and then when you have a disagreement on how  something happened you could SHOW the disagreeing party your memory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booya!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or to perfectly preserve major events in your life, in real color!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've heard there is a debate "out there" as to whether or not Memoirs are fiction or nonfiction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nonfiction because memoirs are true stories of an actual real person's life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiction because they can be considered skewed or exaggerated by emotion and personal interpretation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I consider my memory horrible but then sometimes I surprise myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the majority of the people I know consider their memory poor at best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Julie has a mind like a steal trap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ridiculous and sometimes scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to reminisce with Nathan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to talk about what we remember when it comes to&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first time saw each other,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our dating and courtship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our engagement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our honeymoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a romantic...or just a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this because I want to remember every detail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't like it because he doesn't remember everything I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley just said: "Mom! Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a good memory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or we watch Phineas and Ferb a lot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, she really does have a good memory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know she's young so her mind isn't cluttered yet, but really she impresses me with her recall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is all spurred by a &lt;a href="http://lds.org/service/serving-in-the-church/relief-society?lang=eng"&gt;relief society&lt;/a&gt; meeting we had about &lt;a href="http://lds.about.com/od/ldsfamilyhistory/a/personalhistory.htm"&gt;personal history&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom has been working on her personal history and each Christmas she gives us (her children) another chapter of her life.&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;One of THE BEST gifts ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm working on my personal history now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to do a little bit each day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been surprised by what I'm able to remember when I sit down and start typing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still wish I could Google or Yahoo search my brain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-3786293687663131000?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3786293687663131000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=3786293687663131000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3786293687663131000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3786293687663131000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/06/memory-search.html' title='Memory Search'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-4529415665563093539</id><published>2011-06-24T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:09:20.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rut Row</title><content type='html'>Felt a little isolated this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Nathan's phone accidentally got thrown in the washer. =-(&amp;nbsp; So, we weren't able to text each other all week, while it was drying out...and our minutes were nearly gone so I couldn't call anyone (our minutes reset on the 23rd of each month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of our friends were out of town this week. (yea, we only have two...but at least we have some!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining Tuesday and hasn't really stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for winter!&amp;nbsp; ;-)&amp;nbsp; I'm sure then it will be considerably more isolating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good News:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate put the battery back in his phone today and he said it's acting a little funny but working well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to the Soo today! The Hydro Electric Plant is having an open house with tours and free food!&amp;nbsp; We are so there!&amp;nbsp; And it's Engineer Day at the Locks.&amp;nbsp; They open the gates and you can walk across the little bridges that go over the Locks....there is also a fair of sorts...not sure if there will be much of a fair with this weather...we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-4529415665563093539?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4529415665563093539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=4529415665563093539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4529415665563093539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4529415665563093539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/06/rut-row.html' title='Rut Row'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-8612391093122877202</id><published>2011-06-03T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T11:16:19.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday...Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley would like nothing more than to be a baby again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who wouldn't!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep on your warm and safe mom all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL of your needs are taken care of...by someone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you get to mess yourself in a diaper and nobody is trying to talk you out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asks me quite often  if she can get back in my tummy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I explain that she can't go back to  being a baby and she cannot and will not fit back in my tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have long conversations about all the fun things there are to do outside of my tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once I even explained that she cannot get smaller, she just has to keep getting bigger and one day she will have a baby in HER tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was WAY too excited for that and started asking how she would get a baby in her tummy and when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not remind her that one day she will have a baby in her tummy....I don't have to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asks quite often if she has a baby in her tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "No, you have to be big like me...and you HAVE to be married!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Marley's newest cousin got blessed this past winter, Marley became obsessed with wanting to be blessed too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told her several times she was blessed when she was a baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: "I want to be a baby again! I want to be blessed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "You ARE blessed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister suggested I show Marley the pictures we took of her on her blessing day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She LOVED them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I got the great idea to pull her blessing dress out of the closet and show her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great idea? I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: "Ok! I put that on!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "No. You're WAY too big."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: [holding dress up to Marley to show she is too big]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it looked like it might fit her so.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DovB4Xx3omQ/TejKdlYI2oI/AAAAAAAAABs/N920jl-4kbk/s1600/147.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DovB4Xx3omQ/TejKdlYI2oI/AAAAAAAAABs/N920jl-4kbk/s640/147.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's our little peanut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqFCvqy9_O8/TejKd7q-0AI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dAhaPSbVaPU/s1600/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqFCvqy9_O8/TejKd7q-0AI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dAhaPSbVaPU/s640/148.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlCFeqFl92w/TejKd7upfXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-hgZAg_Y6OM/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlCFeqFl92w/TejKd7upfXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-hgZAg_Y6OM/s640/149.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkb9GOszTIQ/TejKeSk42iI/AAAAAAAAACE/HYa8KaY3Y14/s1600/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkb9GOszTIQ/TejKeSk42iI/AAAAAAAAACE/HYa8KaY3Y14/s640/150.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3RYMOB4tn4/TejKekY-5hI/AAAAAAAAACM/aETDYNKMJ2Y/s1600/151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3RYMOB4tn4/TejKekY-5hI/AAAAAAAAACM/aETDYNKMJ2Y/s640/151.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEgdGZfXX6c/TejKfJjpMzI/AAAAAAAAACU/H6WNBR87jhQ/s1600/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEgdGZfXX6c/TejKfJjpMzI/AAAAAAAAACU/H6WNBR87jhQ/s640/152.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her hair was done....not such a mess...she might look like a Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html"&gt;Here's the flashback.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story behind her precious little blessing dress.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-8612391093122877202?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8612391093122877202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=8612391093122877202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8612391093122877202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8612391093122877202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/06/flashback-fridayfinally.html' title='Flashback Friday...Finally!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433246137924643933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DovB4Xx3omQ/TejKdlYI2oI/AAAAAAAAABs/N920jl-4kbk/s72-c/147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-2134199792520614480</id><published>2011-05-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:48:11.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But ya'll didn't even miss me did ya!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more day left...tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it's nearly over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, have no fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will still blog regularly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To keep it up though, I really think I need to get that whole picture problem resolved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to pay $5 a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheap right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, when does it end in another 3-5 years will I have to pay MORE!?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because yet again I have run out of room?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what if I don't want to pay $5 anymore....in the future...what then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decisions. Decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I just start a new blog...with a new email address....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that dishonest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you all follow me over to a new blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget to answer the last three questions above, I really want to know, but here's more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rain foiled our plans for Memorial Day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, we got hoodwinked!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were supposed to go to a lake that has a bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Tahquamenon Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, this morning when we woke up it was raining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got online to check the forecast for the day and multiple sources said it was going to be rainy with thunder storms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sent a text to our friends and mutually we decided it would be best to stay home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a beautiful day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sad we missed out on a fun little day trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, we hadn't been shopping for about 2 weeks and we really needed some food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we went grocery shopping instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love day trips but I really love food.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I ask you one more question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda personal, so you don't have to answer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you spend on groceries per month?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spend $300 - $400 per month and I'm just wondering if that is normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-2134199792520614480?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2134199792520614480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=2134199792520614480&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/2134199792520614480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/2134199792520614480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/05/missed-day.html' title='Missed a Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-1162261730887677586</id><published>2011-05-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:40:58.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry. I know that moisture is good for the environment and for our water sources, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It ruins my plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were supposed to have a garage sale with our friends today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It got rained out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended up driving to a near by town seeking donuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We roamed, in the car, through beautiful country...there's a lot of country around us and we love to explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sat in the car and watched a freighter float passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We checked out the Pine Bowl pathway and one day soon we will bike it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did get to meet up with our friends to have yummy yummy hamburgers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We still had a good day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How does that rhyme go?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's raining it's pouring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The old man is snoring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bumped his head....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-1162261730887677586?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1162261730887677586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=1162261730887677586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1162261730887677586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/1162261730887677586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-8904350472172878058</id><published>2011-05-27T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:05:16.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't remember what we were talking about but, I was driving and Marley was in her car seat right behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: You're funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: No. I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: Yes you are, you're funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: No, I'm not funny, I'm just a little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: [laugh] little kids aren't funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: No. They're just little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: Well, you're bein' funny right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: No, I'm not funny, I'm just a little kid. I'm a little big kid. I'm a big kid. I go potty in the potty. I'm a big kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: Are big kids funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley: Mom, stop asking me funny questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-8904350472172878058?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8904350472172878058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=8904350472172878058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8904350472172878058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/8904350472172878058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/05/conversation-with-marley.html' title='Conversation with Marley'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-3552504938464995993</id><published>2011-05-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T19:35:13.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly and Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was never a formal cheer leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I learned to cheer from the best...or most hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNL's Spartan Cheerleaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I modified one of their cheers and I always sing it to Marley.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their cheer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;U.G.L.Y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You ain't got no alibi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You Ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You Ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Way harsh, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is modified for Marley:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S.I.L.L.Y.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You ain't got no alibi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You SILLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You SILLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C.R.A.Z.Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You ain't got no alibi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;(I used to sing that one to my mom all the time. Remember Mom?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I mentioned above I always sing this to Marley...really, at LEAST once a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is evidence of when I sang it to her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Me Crying}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger says I've used up all my free space for uploading pictures to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I even went back to other posts and deleted some of the excess pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Still won't let me.&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Going to Cry Myself to Sleep}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1094518284"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1094518285"&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551105486200523386-3552504938464995993?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3552504938464995993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=3552504938464995993&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3552504938464995993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/3552504938464995993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/05/silly-and-crazy.html' title='Silly and Crazy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-4527157231735809425</id><published>2011-05-25T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:53:42.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are words Marley says wrong and it's just so cute I never want to correct her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want her to say these words wrong for the rest of her life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marney = Marley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jarbage = Garbage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skipchurs = Scriptures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kee-El-See = Kelsey&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ya, she makes 2 syllables into 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are more but that's all I can think of right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, whenever she says the blessing on the food she says,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"....thank you for PrimareE" gets high pitched at the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...gwateful for this food, pweeze bwess it and pweeze pass it."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She always prays for the food to be passed.&amp;nbsp; SO funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;Tonight we watched Ponyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you seen it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's an anima Disney movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate and I didn't really want to watch it but, Marley did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it began I was seeing so many names I recognized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liam Neeson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tina Fey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lily Tomlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cloris Leachman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Betty White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird that it had such a cast full of big names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even weirder...the movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But EXTREMELY weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially, the guy Liam Neeson is the voice for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looks like he belongs in Jem and the Rockers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe in the Misfits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I tried to provide pictures to prove it, but blogger is stupid.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as the movie ended I started calling Marley Ponyo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She kept saying, "I'm not Ponyo, I'm Marney."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just kept doing it and finally she looked at me and confessed with a smile,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh ya, I am Ponyo."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have more crust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And since I'm not the author of Crusty Mondays I'm just going to throw it out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know Sterilite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make bins and all sorts of organization products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I have 9 of their 56 quart bins and almost all of the lids are broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bins = fine and sturdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lids = cracked, broken and crusty...as in useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so far I have not been able to find anywhere you can just buy the lids! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I can't find lids for sale somewhere, I'll be stuck with bins with no lids....how useless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then, I may have to boycott Sterilite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/5551105486200523386-4527157231735809425?l=nate-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4527157231735809425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551105486200523386&amp;postID=4527157231735809425&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4527157231735809425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551105486200523386/posts/default/4527157231735809425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2011/05/marney.html' title='Marney'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097976805795634479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRAbgQmxYUY/Sww-tUHQA9I/AAAAAAAACSI/xEbfqd86Cvg/S220/Becky+and+Marley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551105486200523386.post-1300992008168950026</id><published>2011-05-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:54:46.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She let me sleep in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to tell you the potty train has pretty much left the station a success.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marley is doing so well that she is on her last potty chart, 2 of 2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first was a chaotic mess with stickers anywhere and everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stickers were the exciting reward for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;going in the potty&lt;/span&gt; and in most cases it was just &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pee pee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because she was having a hard time getting &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;twosies&lt;/span&gt; down and usually waiting until nap or bedtime to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;let it go&lt;/span&gt; in a diaper, I got 6-7 surprises for her at the dollar store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I showed her the first one to get her excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told her that when she went &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;poo poo&lt;/span&gt; in the potty she would get it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It worked and each time she went she got a new surprise but those ones she didn't get to see until she had already &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;done the deed&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each time she hoped out loud that her surprise would be a Barbi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has played with Barbis at other peoples homes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had no idea she wanted one until she was hoping for them as a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;doo doo&lt;/span&gt; prize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each time she got a little $ prize she loved it, even though it wasn't a Barbi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the prizes ran out we decided if she wanted something big like a Barbi we had to be sure this was a habit. So, we made a chart with 20 boxes. Stickers are once again the exciting prize and now she only gets a sticker if she goes &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dookie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she has gone 20 times she gets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dress up dress. Rapunzel to be exact. Unless of course when we go to purchase her prize she chooses something else...like a little car seat for her babies since I always have to buckle them into the car seat belt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's too young for a Barbi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, Marley and I spent an impromptu day in the Soo, sightseeing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan found out, shortly after arriving at work, that he would be going out in the field with some of his co-workers. He texted me and told me and mentioned how he thought he was ill equipt with no boots and no coat. At the time the day was rainy and over cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't want him to be uncomfortable and I was excited for an excuse to put off doing the laundry, so I offered to take him what he needed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dropped off his stuff and proceeded to find excuses to stay in the Soo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avoiding the laundry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hopefully making it til 3:00 or 4:00 so we could pick him up and take him home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to several tourist/gift shops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked all over downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Salvation Army and a another second hand store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a used book store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we went to the Locks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched a freighter get raised and go through one side and watched a tour boat get lowered and go through the other side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marley was such a trouper the whole time.&amp;nbsp; She barely touched anything in the gift shops...but asked for everything. I usually respond "Maybe someday." And she walks away content with not hearing the word "No." and that maybe someday she can have everything...healthy right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My other usual response to "I want to get that!"&amp;nbsp; is "Mee too!! But we don't have the money for that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; She walked the whole time...except for the last leg back to the car around 3:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a fun day just hangin out together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping, sightseeing and walking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning around 4:55 a.m. Marley busted out of her room woke me up to help her go potty. She can't reach the light switch. Though she often wakes up with a dry pull-up this is the first time she has gotten up to go to the bathroom in the night. After, she went right back to bed and so did I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan left this morning and I slept in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either I get up and Marley is still sleeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR she gets up and comes to wake me up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 
