<?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-8178093468732061720</id><updated>2012-01-07T14:00:44.691-07:00</updated><category term='football'/><title type='text'>It's a Small World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-128780492920559846</id><published>2012-01-05T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:31:26.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Definition of a Good Woman</title><content type='html'>I had to share this pic I found in my archives of our trip to Mallorca, Spain. I couldn't stop laughing about the sign then. &amp;nbsp;(I'm still laughing)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deF0MtGzZ-8/TwVQkbkHDQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2xXjCZGIpWo/s1600/IMG_3223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deF0MtGzZ-8/TwVQkbkHDQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2xXjCZGIpWo/s640/IMG_3223.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case the image isn't big enough, it says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WANTED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must Be Able To Clean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook, Sew, Dig Worms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Clean Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must Have Boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Motor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE SEND PICTURE OF BOAT AND MOTOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely don't qualify as a good woman.&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/8178093468732061720-128780492920559846?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/128780492920559846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=128780492920559846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/128780492920559846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/128780492920559846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2012/01/definition-of-good-woman.html' title='The Definition of a Good Woman'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-deF0MtGzZ-8/TwVQkbkHDQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2xXjCZGIpWo/s72-c/IMG_3223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-2168997454545608724</id><published>2011-12-02T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:42:55.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Say, So Much to Say, So Much to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;November came and went so fast. Here it is in a nutshell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Glen survived a blood clot in his calf after breaking his ankle. I'm thankful it was discovered early and he's alive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have overcome my fear of needles by injecting Glen's medication twice daily in his stomach. I was green the first few times, but now I could be a home-care professional. Maybe I will finish that Medical Assisting degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving at our house was Friday instead of Thursday. (Funny how national holidays can change just like that when Dad is in the hospital, right?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shared our feast with my friend, Tahany and her kids. It thrilled me to know she experienced, and enjoyed, stuffing and gravy for the first time. I'm thankful to have a friend to share Thanksgiving with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind has blown here for two days straight and all the beautiful leaves are stripped from our trees. Not to mention it gusts at night and keeps us awake. Fall was short and lacked color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents cancelled their trip in November because we were so ill. I missed seeing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kandy from Sandy (it's a great rhyme) made a last-minute trip to visit us in November and didn't just make my day, but my year. She also taught me recipes that require cases of butter. They were delicious!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan is learning to play drums at school in Drum Circle. (no hippies or Rastafarians) He taps a beat on everything wherever we are. (car, kitchen table, you get the picture) It's so exciting to see him embracing an important part of music. No drum set at home yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both boys are losing teeth right and left. (and in front for that matter!) Thankfully, there was no punching involved, because I explained the tooth fairy doesn't reward teeth lost in fights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma is in all-day Kindergarten and her lack of presence is felt. I don't like the quiet noises (oxymoron) in my house during the day. Our daily separation hasn't affected our relationship, though. She told me tonight, "Mom, you are the best Mom ever. I love you." I had tears in my eyes because she must have known I needed that today. I'm thankful for the children God blessed me with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family has endured record sicknesses in our household every other week for 3 months straight. No flu, (so glad we had the flu shots) but anything else that doesn't require a doctor visit, however is inconvenient and uncomfortable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started attending a LDS Zumba class (not an oxymoron) with a friend from Mexico who can really dance! One day I will be able to keep up with the footwork. Let's just say it's an exercise in body awareness, self-consciousness, acceptance, and being carefree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow Glen swears an oath to become an official U.S. citizen. The kids are coming too. I promise pictures. I continue to randomly break out in song "And he's proud to be an American, where at least he knows he's free!" So far he hasn't joined in singing with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful for you, my family &amp;amp; friends too!&amp;nbsp;Love to you all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-2168997454545608724?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2168997454545608724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=2168997454545608724&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2168997454545608724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2168997454545608724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-much-to-say-so-much-to-say-so-much.html' title='So Much to Say, So Much to Say, So Much to Say'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-1788776971567618831</id><published>2011-11-04T00:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:43:43.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWe5QoSF6Sg/TrOGUX9I99I/AAAAAAAAAT0/y1pZ9_MSB44/s1600/IMG_3085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWe5QoSF6Sg/TrOGUX9I99I/AAAAAAAAAT0/y1pZ9_MSB44/s320/IMG_3085.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eager to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvobS9L_Hhk/TrOH_r5WUKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SsYMr73Vv7Q/s1600/IMG_3100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvobS9L_Hhk/TrOH_r5WUKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SsYMr73Vv7Q/s320/IMG_3100.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;King Tut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HL7qC8nCfi8/TrOIhSOR5II/AAAAAAAAAUE/XwkhVmqmMX0/s1600/IMG_3098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HL7qC8nCfi8/TrOIhSOR5II/AAAAAAAAAUE/XwkhVmqmMX0/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Darth Vader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSPhEOVyhS8/TrOI1qmwuQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ec_1aT1loTQ/s1600/IMG_3105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSPhEOVyhS8/TrOI1qmwuQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ec_1aT1loTQ/s320/IMG_3105.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Alice in Wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-1788776971567618831?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1788776971567618831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=1788776971567618831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/1788776971567618831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/1788776971567618831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-NWe5QoSF6Sg/TrOGUX9I99I/AAAAAAAAAT0/y1pZ9_MSB44/s72-c/IMG_3085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-2910524853677872396</id><published>2011-10-21T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:20:26.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PC / MAC?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6xJFajgKEE/TqJCQ7DrOiI/AAAAAAAAATs/nqCggAsPCcI/s1600/ivehadit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6xJFajgKEE/TqJCQ7DrOiI/AAAAAAAAATs/nqCggAsPCcI/s320/ivehadit.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;I've had it. We are always waiting on our computer to process... The "dinosaur" is slower than well, the slowest dinosaur! Now we are taking action, but &lt;u&gt;we need your help&lt;/u&gt; with the great debate: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PC / MAC? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...leave your comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-2910524853677872396?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2910524853677872396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=2910524853677872396&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2910524853677872396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2910524853677872396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/10/pc-mac.html' title='PC / MAC?'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6xJFajgKEE/TqJCQ7DrOiI/AAAAAAAAATs/nqCggAsPCcI/s72-c/ivehadit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-5932063742034503407</id><published>2011-10-10T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:00:24.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To comment, or not to comment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSPCaGQO6VY/TpMkgknVxBI/AAAAAAAAATY/kpg9J5vm4Mk/s1600/IMG_2221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSPCaGQO6VY/TpMkgknVxBI/AAAAAAAAATY/kpg9J5vm4Mk/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is no question. Comment on my posts. It is more fun for all of us when you do. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-5932063742034503407?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5932063742034503407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=5932063742034503407&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5932063742034503407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5932063742034503407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-comment-or-not-to-comment.html' title='To comment, or not to comment?'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSPCaGQO6VY/TpMkgknVxBI/AAAAAAAAATY/kpg9J5vm4Mk/s72-c/IMG_2221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-262259687081917008</id><published>2011-10-10T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:35:05.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>My mom pulled us all together for a family reunion that centered around an extended&amp;nbsp;family picture. It was shocking to see how much we've all grown and watching our children play the same games I swear we were just playing (okay, but 25+ years ago) at our Grandpa&amp;amp;Grandma's. (minus the Xbox and Nintendo, of course) I'm glad we got to see each other.&amp;nbsp;What a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan took some pictures of us on picture day. (also 1 I took that he's in!)&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/-IAjgb1bYV7A/TpMbf5rE1iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/9AfaSmyM0Zs/s1600/IMG_2781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAjgb1bYV7A/TpMbf5rE1iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/9AfaSmyM0Zs/s320/IMG_2781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"handsome" and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpN13zZqvbA/TpMb07_Zr7I/AAAAAAAAATA/JxZtMBgBpcU/s1600/IMG_2779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpN13zZqvbA/TpMb07_Zr7I/AAAAAAAAATA/JxZtMBgBpcU/s320/IMG_2779.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;our little wriggly worm moved in every picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_E0LYfyMRI/TpMccCJpV6I/AAAAAAAAATE/d1TZyaU8D20/s1600/IMG_2775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_E0LYfyMRI/TpMccCJpV6I/AAAAAAAAATE/d1TZyaU8D20/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"my boys"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhxcG487JQk/TpMdjesYrII/AAAAAAAAATI/CokJ7Ei-sLw/s1600/IMG_2810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhxcG487JQk/TpMdjesYrII/AAAAAAAAATI/CokJ7Ei-sLw/s320/IMG_2810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my parents and sisters and I﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-262259687081917008?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/262259687081917008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=262259687081917008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/262259687081917008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/262259687081917008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAjgb1bYV7A/TpMbf5rE1iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/9AfaSmyM0Zs/s72-c/IMG_2781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-6632784258035261408</id><published>2011-07-25T01:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:21:59.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nEe937Iups/Ti0ZIWxraoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tLwsdLIQgB4/s1600/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633186340253952642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nEe937Iups/Ti0ZIWxraoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tLwsdLIQgB4/s400/IMG_1908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Matthew's explanation when I found him in the garbage can... "I do this to get the trash bag to stick on the sides of the garbage, Mom!" He was so proud of his cool idea. I told him to stay there while I dashed for the camera. I'm impressed he could get in and out by himself!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-6632784258035261408?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6632784258035261408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=6632784258035261408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6632784258035261408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6632784258035261408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/07/garbage-day.html' title='Garbage Day'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nEe937Iups/Ti0ZIWxraoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tLwsdLIQgB4/s72-c/IMG_1908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-7415355971356075969</id><published>2011-07-20T18:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:14:51.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What Do You Do in the Summertime? 2011</title><content type='html'>We do 300-page workbooks, chores, educational and service activities at Red Rock Canyon, the library and the Children's Museum. No "summer slide" in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Smallman&lt;/span&gt; household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also... swim, hike, walk, bike, read, and watch movies together. (in case you're worried I'm a drill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sergeant&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until, Ethan broke his foot. Fortunately, it was a small break and didn't require a cast. Unfortunately, he was instructed not to wear closed-toe shoes and to stay off it as much as possible. We're almost done with the 3-week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt; from the orthopedic surgeon and cannot wait to return to our active lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew has been our comic relief and kind enough to help Ethan. Emma has been giving him lots of hugs to cheer him up. How cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633183974183481346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqRXzP1XmUM/Ti0W-oehMAI/AAAAAAAAASw/kp1yNK_cLJ0/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the best activity (besides T.V.) for the 8 year old with the broken foot: a 620-piece 3D puzzle! He had it completed in just over a week. What now?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633183971467120290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWI7fmhPV6A/Ti0W-eW4zqI/AAAAAAAAASo/uMvAiyxizz8/s400/IMG_1912.JPG" /&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/8178093468732061720-7415355971356075969?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7415355971356075969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=7415355971356075969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7415355971356075969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7415355971356075969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime-2011.html' title='Oh What Do You Do in the Summertime? 2011'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-XqRXzP1XmUM/Ti0W-oehMAI/AAAAAAAAASw/kp1yNK_cLJ0/s72-c/IMG_1943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-7992360195262350936</id><published>2011-04-22T23:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:50:24.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVleEx90rDo/TbJmIERwGRI/AAAAAAAAASc/CxqN47iwAjE/s1600/IMG_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598649575548131602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVleEx90rDo/TbJmIERwGRI/AAAAAAAAASc/CxqN47iwAjE/s400/IMG_1280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Earth Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admittedly, we didn't plant a tree. But we plan to tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Zion national Park yesterday. (a short day trip from LV, so no camping required) Hiking, hiking and more hiking with the promise I gave the children that they would see something GRAND! Ethan argued that the Grand Canyon is bigger. He hasn't even seen it, but it must be massive in his mind, because he was awestruck with the size of Zion's mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite was our last hike of the day, The Canyon Overlook Trail, which we finished just in time to watch the sunset and head back down before it was too dark. It's varied landscape kept our attention, not to mention the adrenaline-pumping steep drops along the way. We safely positioned in front of a rock for a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cute kids picked up litter in at Zion National Park. I'm so proud of their efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glen went green well before Earth Day. Recently, he changed all the lightbulbs in the house to energy efficient bulbs. Those spiral bulbs are definately not a decor statement, but they're using less energy. And supposedly only have to be changed every 7 years. We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this website today. What a nifty idea with a huge impact. &lt;a href="http://www.cleantheworld.org/"&gt;www.cleantheworld.org&lt;/a&gt; It's easy to donate soap, so do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-7992360195262350936?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7992360195262350936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=7992360195262350936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7992360195262350936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7992360195262350936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-eVleEx90rDo/TbJmIERwGRI/AAAAAAAAASc/CxqN47iwAjE/s72-c/IMG_1280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4026762300329766416</id><published>2011-04-19T11:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:39:22.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Rock Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96nEYGqZcyg/Ta3Inf9esHI/AAAAAAAAASU/h1cx3aMWziM/s1600/Pine%2BCreek%2BCanyon%2BHike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597350492811210866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96nEYGqZcyg/Ta3Inf9esHI/AAAAAAAAASU/h1cx3aMWziM/s400/Pine%2BCreek%2BCanyon%2BHike.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The children and I celebrated the &lt;em&gt;first day of Spring Break&lt;/em&gt; with a scavenger hunt in &lt;strong&gt;Red Rock Canyon&lt;/strong&gt; hosted at the visitors center. They had to find all the bronze statues of animals hidden in the Discovery Area. Boring, right? Not really... they hid many of them and Ethan was so loud when he found one you would think we had won the lottery! The kids each earned a pin to wear, then we headed out for a fun hike to find &lt;strong&gt;Pine Canyon Creek&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yes, there is water in the desert!) About 200 ft in, we found a shady spot to rest under some pines where the sand meets the water. Emma was busy mixing sand and water to make primitive sand castles while the boys counted innumerous frog eggs and caught frogs in the shallow pond. I enjoyed the peace and quiet of watching them create and explore independently. It was only 80 degrees and lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ran into quite a bit of wildlife, this time not bronzed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A L&lt;strong&gt;adybug&lt;/strong&gt; that was kind enough to crawl across all our hands without flying away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Wild Burro&lt;/strong&gt; that met us on the trail and kindly moved off so we could pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The few &lt;strong&gt;Chorus Frogs&lt;/strong&gt; Matthew wanted to, but didn't, take home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An evasive &lt;strong&gt;Painted Lady Butterfly&lt;/strong&gt; that stayed by for only a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A teasing &lt;strong&gt;Side Blotched Lizard&lt;/strong&gt; that hid when the boys tried to catch it, then came out to show us he was still there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A huge &lt;strong&gt;Tarantula&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Scorpion&lt;/strong&gt; almost as big as the Tarantula...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thankfully, the last 2 were behind glass at the visitor's center! Eesh. &lt;shiver&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funniest part of the day was on the return from the hike. Matthew was leading the group. I stopped to pick up Emma and turned when I heard Matthew scream at the top of his lungs. A big dog had come around the corner on the trail and stopped in front of Matthew, who is terrified of dogs. The dog looked curious and kind, and wasn't growling. The dog stared for a minute, then turned around and ran away from us. I laughed off our shock and told Matthew he probably scared the dog more than the dog scared him! Minutes later, we met the owner who had a good laugh with us about the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you visit us in Spring, Fall, or Winter we would love to take you into Red Rock Canyon!&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/8178093468732061720-4026762300329766416?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4026762300329766416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4026762300329766416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4026762300329766416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4026762300329766416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/04/red-rock-canyon.html' title='Red Rock Canyon'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-96nEYGqZcyg/Ta3Inf9esHI/AAAAAAAAASU/h1cx3aMWziM/s72-c/Pine%2BCreek%2BCanyon%2BHike.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4905381612049431914</id><published>2011-04-15T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:54:33.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-tasking</title><content type='html'>At the grocery store today, Emma had to "go," and while we were in the ladies' toilets, the woman &lt;u&gt;in the stall&lt;/u&gt; next to us (doing her bathroom business) started talking "Joe, you can return the jacket that I bought if you won't wear it. Keep your shoes, you need something comfortable to wear to work. Please don't return my shoes, because I plan to keep them. Okay, talk to you soon. Bye Joe." We then heard the close of a phone. Emma quietly said, "Mom, what was that noise?" Umm... a woman confused about the term multi-tasking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-4905381612049431914?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4905381612049431914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4905381612049431914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4905381612049431914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4905381612049431914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/04/multi-tasking.html' title='Multi-tasking'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-2522897831522641323</id><published>2011-04-10T21:26:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:46:21.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here! Well, no, actually, we don't!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Osj92nfleL8/TakpXKn9HcI/AAAAAAAAARk/Rew6YCk5DLc/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596049489950219714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Osj92nfleL8/TakpXKn9HcI/AAAAAAAAARk/Rew6YCk5DLc/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zGWkeJWDfc/TakpXhKA-KI/AAAAAAAAAR0/_o6muY_KUIk/s1600/bigfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596049495998658722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zGWkeJWDfc/TakpXhKA-KI/AAAAAAAAAR0/_o6muY_KUIk/s320/bigfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gs1aMO32Hbo/TakpX90CSnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PR87BABXf0w/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596049503691098738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gs1aMO32Hbo/TakpX90CSnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PR87BABXf0w/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcP2c_2oQRs/TakrYASfIAI/AAAAAAAAASE/pJZ1mOozgdM/s1600/dolphinbelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596051703378944002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcP2c_2oQRs/TakrYASfIAI/AAAAAAAAASE/pJZ1mOozgdM/s320/dolphinbelly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glen and I had to most &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; trip to the Bahamas where he received a Top Branch Manager Award from his employer. We stayed at the infamous Atlantis resort on Paradise Island, Nassau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Mrs. Doubtfire never turned up, (anyone know how to contact Mary Poppins?) we arranged for our each of our kids to stay with different families in our new ward. I'm so fortunate to have a supportive community in our new area! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised not to spend my vacation worrying about the kids. (The stressed questions in my head... will they be comfortable at their first sleepovers, various playdates, did they get to school ok, what if they don't like the food, what if they get ill, will Matthew survive the kids in the dreaded after-school program? etc) They were fine, and surprisingly so was I. Which gave Glen and I time to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Deep Sea Fish for Mahi Mahi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Dress up fancy for beautiful evening receptions, dinners and galas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Stay up late eating all sorts of delights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Learn to be laid-back like a local Bahamian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Swim with Dolphins (More pictures to follow, when we get them developed from our waterproof camera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Have our cake and eat it too (3 desserts a piece each night!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Evening walks at the beach and resort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sleep in (no room service today, please.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*And other unmentionables, but if you know Glen, I don't need to mention them. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm shamlessly bragging since it was the trip Glen deserved after a tough year of many changes in which he proved his work ethic and dedication. I'm so proud of him. I'm already planning for next year's trip...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDTYj-gWqT8/TakpW3dHpFI/AAAAAAAAARc/4Fkqxt1YxsM/s1600/IMG_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596049484804498514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDTYj-gWqT8/TakpW3dHpFI/AAAAAAAAARc/4Fkqxt1YxsM/s320/IMG_0854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-2522897831522641323?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2522897831522641323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=2522897831522641323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2522897831522641323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2522897831522641323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/04/wish-you-were-here-well-no-actually-we.html' title='Wish you were here! Well, no, actually, we don&apos;t!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-Osj92nfleL8/TakpXKn9HcI/AAAAAAAAARk/Rew6YCk5DLc/s72-c/IMG_1018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-9120479367854605094</id><published>2011-03-17T22:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:42:49.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5GZSUAsPA0/TYLh5faP9SI/AAAAAAAAARM/kc0nj0l9WN4/s1600/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274865693226274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5GZSUAsPA0/TYLh5faP9SI/AAAAAAAAARM/kc0nj0l9WN4/s400/IMG_0846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last weekend, Glen invited his branch over for game night. We treated his co-workers to some good old fashioned English Nosh. Chips &amp;amp; Curry with Sausage Rolls. They were a huge hit. To burn off the calories, we danced the night away to the wii. The boys absolutely loved it so much, that they climbed up on the shelf to dance! (Besides, the adults were hogging all the floorspace) Glad the retro mirrors are good for something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9QZqu-imC8/TYLh5j4dFQI/AAAAAAAAARU/8Z9P-WzH9CU/s1600/IMG_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274866893657346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9QZqu-imC8/TYLh5j4dFQI/AAAAAAAAARU/8Z9P-WzH9CU/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-9120479367854605094?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/9120479367854605094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=9120479367854605094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/9120479367854605094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/9120479367854605094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-A5GZSUAsPA0/TYLh5faP9SI/AAAAAAAAARM/kc0nj0l9WN4/s72-c/IMG_0846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4699644129414971961</id><published>2011-02-24T20:33:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:03:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitter Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz3DSEe1Xes/TWcowyKISSI/AAAAAAAAARE/HBMSNOwh_uA/s1600/Mrs_-Doubtfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577471482084739362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz3DSEe1Xes/TWcowyKISSI/AAAAAAAAARE/HBMSNOwh_uA/s400/Mrs_-Doubtfire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WANTED: One sitter for 4 days at the latter end of March. (while Glen and I are in the Bahamas where he is receiving an award from his employer for being one of the top bank branches in the nation!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will need to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;care for 3 amazing children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cook (cereal, pb&amp;amp;j and mac n'cheese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play with Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drive kids to and from school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laundry and housecleaning optional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will provide:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;financing to Las Vegas (fly/gas $)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;babysitter to assist at bedtime&lt;/div&gt;comfortable bed in master suite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;private bath suite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free cable and internet access&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pool and spa facilities on site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please contact us by phone or email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-4699644129414971961?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4699644129414971961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4699644129414971961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4699644129414971961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4699644129414971961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/02/sitter-needed.html' title='Sitter Needed'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-Gz3DSEe1Xes/TWcowyKISSI/AAAAAAAAARE/HBMSNOwh_uA/s72-c/Mrs_-Doubtfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-1707373904681512460</id><published>2011-02-15T14:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:40:01.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>Matthew is learning about time and schedules in his 1st grade class. He showed me one he created for himself in his diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at 3:33 woch penguins of madagascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at 10:15 run arond like a hedlis chicin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that kid. He always has a joke up his sleeve! Here's a picture of him making us laugh in Disneyland.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574034192565496786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EhfMhZvWO0/TVrykM2_a9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Gi2ZI2LJWe8/s320/matthew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-1707373904681512460?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1707373904681512460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=1707373904681512460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/1707373904681512460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/1707373904681512460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/02/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EhfMhZvWO0/TVrykM2_a9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Gi2ZI2LJWe8/s72-c/matthew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-6822646943006598073</id><published>2011-02-14T23:04:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:28:45.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7oEK00cYSo0/TVobfmFynZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uO_w5MibTS4/s1600/IMG_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573797718439140754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7oEK00cYSo0/TVobfmFynZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uO_w5MibTS4/s320/IMG_1821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573797714393957778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah7WyBMJCiU/TVobfXBWBZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cVsPIxEGLlU/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" /&gt;Between Disneyland and Valentine's Day was Ethan's baptism. We all loved it. Ethan is now a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints! The best part for him was the next day when the Bishop invited him to sit on the stand during the entire sacrament meeting. He felt very important. Thanks for all the support from our family and friends who made it a special day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-6822646943006598073?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6822646943006598073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=6822646943006598073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6822646943006598073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6822646943006598073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/02/ethans-baptism.html' title='Ethan&apos;s baptism'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/-7oEK00cYSo0/TVobfmFynZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uO_w5MibTS4/s72-c/IMG_1821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-289912080079529801</id><published>2011-02-14T23:04:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:27:05.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All you need is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(to go see Beatles) LOVE. By Cirque de Soleil. My husband and I did this weekend and it was amazing. It was the perfect Valentine from mine. And the Beatles were right. All you need is love. Glen still shouldn't get naps without me, (see earlier post) but I love him and am thrilled we are together here and hereafter! Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574030927304794578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WqaqksulS0/TVrvmI0LIdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4ekcxavQDXY/s200/glen%2526trish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-289912080079529801?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/289912080079529801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=289912080079529801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/289912080079529801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/289912080079529801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-you-need-is.html' title='All you need is'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WqaqksulS0/TVrvmI0LIdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4ekcxavQDXY/s72-c/glen%2526trish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-430779031478960691</id><published>2011-01-30T01:50:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:25:02.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE to go to the Happiest Place on Earth?</title><content type='html'>Recently, we told the kids a surprise: Tomorrow we're going to Disneyland for Ethan's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jumps, no shouts, no hugs, no thank you, oh, thank you's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should have used jazz hands and confetti to announce the big news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan said, "Oh. (pause) I really wanted to open a present on my birthday." &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew was quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Emma shouted, "I get to see Jack Sparrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive, Ethan was concerned because he didn't want to miss school and work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(At this point, I'm wasn't sure who these children were...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in California, it was all fun and photos at the Happiest Place on Earth. Enclosed are a few.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5IFN0fX9Qw/TVoWdoZXgOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Y08C6U4m0cc/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lo2_jMNa6V0/TVoWeMIj8DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qRQjAY9vrOE/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573792196733431858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lo2_jMNa6V0/TVoWeMIj8DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qRQjAY9vrOE/s200/IMG_0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZk06-cN6F4/TVruyyZJHDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tSm0g6F0PTA/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574030045112507442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZk06-cN6F4/TVruyyZJHDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tSm0g6F0PTA/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZk06-cN6F4/TVruyyZJHDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tSm0g6F0PTA/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&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/8178093468732061720-430779031478960691?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/430779031478960691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=430779031478960691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/430779031478960691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/430779031478960691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-to-go-to-happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='I HAVE to go to the Happiest Place on Earth?'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lo2_jMNa6V0/TVoWeMIj8DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qRQjAY9vrOE/s72-c/IMG_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-9040494817852293527</id><published>2011-01-30T01:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:50:36.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TUUmBnob-vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/P-E5TF7BYh0/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567898323573799666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TUUmBnob-vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/P-E5TF7BYh0/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TUUmBMXLlFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2Pe0nSQnwGo/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567898316253664338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TUUmBMXLlFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2Pe0nSQnwGo/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that Ethan and Matthew can use the camera. They have such a &lt;strong&gt;unique&lt;/strong&gt; view of the world that their &lt;strong&gt;pictures&lt;/strong&gt; reflect. Matthew got ahold of the camera a few days ago and here is what I found when I downloaded them. Pictures of Glen snoozing on the couch. I should probably title it "My sweet husband taking a rest." I prefer "Glen is &lt;strong&gt;busted&lt;/strong&gt; getting a nap in without me." Hey, we're a partnership, right? Life isn't fair... (but M's self-portrait is darling)&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/8178093468732061720-9040494817852293527?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/9040494817852293527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=9040494817852293527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/9040494817852293527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/9040494817852293527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/01/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TUUmBnob-vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/P-E5TF7BYh0/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4059292264800905092</id><published>2011-01-23T23:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:35:12.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cone of Shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TT0dDElJbdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EXWzYih8XC0/s1600/coneofshame.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565636653106163154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TT0dDElJbdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EXWzYih8XC0/s400/coneofshame.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew's Statement of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at the mailbox the other day and Matthew suddenly yelled out, "LOOK! THAT DOG IS WEARING THE CONE OF SHAME!" We saw the poor dog across the street who indeed was wearing a cone, which thanks to the movie UP, Matthew thinks is a bad thing. Naughty dog. He must've done something really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glen and I are still in stitches about it, and think it will rival my infamous childhood statement that killing buffalo for the buffalo wings is serious animal cruelty!&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/8178093468732061720-4059292264800905092?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4059292264800905092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4059292264800905092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4059292264800905092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4059292264800905092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2011/01/cone-of-shame.html' title='The Cone of Shame'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TT0dDElJbdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EXWzYih8XC0/s72-c/coneofshame.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-8884363889480270081</id><published>2010-12-30T23:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:56:26.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSIp1UyqfNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/j8NfLdBNf6w/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558050886219627730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSIp1UyqfNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/j8NfLdBNf6w/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, we're not talking about Matthew's candy addiction, (although it's reaching frightening levels now) we're talking about lemons. 240 of them. Here are some of them taking over my kitchen counter. Remember my Beauty in the Desert post about the pretty lemon tree outside my kitchen window? Well, that lovely tree gave me more lemons than I will &lt;i&gt;ever &lt;/i&gt;need for lemonade, lemon-herbed chicken, lemon curd and lemon meringue! I've juiced and frozen into cubes 40 of them that I picked before this group. &lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-8884363889480270081?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8884363889480270081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=8884363889480270081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8884363889480270081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8884363889480270081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-much-of-good-thing.html' title='Too much of a good thing!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSIp1UyqfNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/j8NfLdBNf6w/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-9211435119326450013</id><published>2010-12-30T23:35:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:26:29.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Return Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSIo1UoJJhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UhOSB5GM0q4/s1600/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558049786663872018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSIo1UoJJhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UhOSB5GM0q4/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSIoA4D7d4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/8O_1ux5BUz8/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558048885642590082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSIoA4D7d4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/8O_1ux5BUz8/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSInhm6zHrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/J6T5Fgmidb0/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558048348464946866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSInhm6zHrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/J6T5Fgmidb0/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Christmas to all! And to all a good ... return line? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish Santa could get his kids straight. This year, he delivered 2 beautiful black and white bikes (don't ask me how he got them down the chimney without scratches) to Ethan and Matthew that were TOO BIG. What happened up there at the North Pole? Don't they keep measurements on kids? How embarrassing for that poor elf who will have to be fired. At least Santa provides all good parents (yes, they can be on the NICE LIST too!) with a return and exchange program at their local store. Thanks, big guy. Now, can you do something about those long return lines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least he came through for Emma with the perfect kitchen and accessories to make the best plastic food you've ever tasted. (Which, ironically, provided some entertainment while Dad spent 5 hours on one of his days off going from store to store to find the right bikes.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad was right... we all should have asked Santa for a Wii! Maybe next year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-9211435119326450013?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/9211435119326450013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=9211435119326450013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/9211435119326450013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/9211435119326450013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/12/santas-return-program.html' title='Santa&apos;s Return Program'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TSIo1UoJJhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UhOSB5GM0q4/s72-c/IMG_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-583768410654296065</id><published>2010-11-04T00:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:41:13.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535572971869843122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TNJOSgiOLrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ghvskHccPwQ/s320/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TNJTKW5a5-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/X00fboFIKOA/s1600/IMG_9861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535578329401976802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TNJTKW5a5-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/X00fboFIKOA/s320/IMG_9861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TNJTJmnLVTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lLpdHksNHvg/s1600/IMG_9853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535578316440556850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TNJTJmnLVTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lLpdHksNHvg/s320/IMG_9853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids said "This was the BEST Halloween ever!" Who needs Trick-or-Treating on a Sunday? (Because I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; burst that bubble for them) Nah... you can have the best holiday ever by going to a local Trunk-or-Treat on a weeknight, carving a pumpkin with a group of 1st graders during school, playing countless rounds of Boo! Who!, (the funniest board game ever. Thanks Grandma Orton!) watching It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and inviting the missionaries over for dinner and cookie decorating. All that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth more than doorbell knocking and candy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Except for all those parents - you know who you are - who dive into the chocolate stash after the kids go to bed. You'll have to buy your own case of candy bars from Costco to make up for the lack of choc!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-583768410654296065?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/583768410654296065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=583768410654296065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/583768410654296065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/583768410654296065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TNJOSgiOLrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ghvskHccPwQ/s72-c/111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-7942960203339400909</id><published>2010-09-09T22:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:19:57.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twenty-Dollar-Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TIm6dSOGiWI/AAAAAAAAANg/WLjwdI0pP9w/s1600/20dollarwonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515144230961842530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TIm6dSOGiWI/AAAAAAAAANg/WLjwdI0pP9w/s320/20dollarwonder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please meet the Twenty-Dollar-Wonder. Also known as the CHEAP cell phone &lt;em&gt;(Twenty dollars to be exact)&lt;/em&gt; I've been using ever since my slick slide phone broke. It looked like a toy, and if I'm honest, it didn't text easily or get reception many (OK, practically &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;) places. But it could handle repeated drops! &lt;strong&gt;I lost it this week.&lt;/strong&gt; I've never been so sad to lose such a cheap piece of technology before. I have ALL my contacts on it, without storing them elsewhere. So, along with losing my phone I may have lost my family and friends too! So, while I am arranging for a new one, I have no cell phone. Oh, and if you're reading this, please email me your phone number. I don't have it anymore.    :(   Maybe I'll keep my contacts in a good old address book from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-7942960203339400909?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7942960203339400909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=7942960203339400909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7942960203339400909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7942960203339400909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/09/twenty-dollar-wonder.html' title='The Twenty-Dollar-Wonder'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TIm6dSOGiWI/AAAAAAAAANg/WLjwdI0pP9w/s72-c/20dollarwonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-9159417918857130611</id><published>2010-09-05T16:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T16:53:38.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513560904333699138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TIQabi5KqEI/AAAAAAAAANI/p0fwz9wUv4Q/s320/IMG_9117.JPG" /&gt; I've been singing Billy Madison's Back to School song all week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to School! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to School!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To prove to Dad that I'm no fool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my lunch packed up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my boots tied tight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I don't get in a fight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Back to School!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the boys before their first day of school. Both terribly excited to be going back after a long boring summer with me. I &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be old if my kids think &lt;strong&gt;school is more fun than me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513560915875382002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TIQacN46wvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vvta5cunYRA/s320/IMG_9119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan bravely faced his fears at a new school head-on. He walked across the field to his class line without us and waited for the bell with a serious look on his face. He may have been nervous, but didn't show it. He told me he was determined to make 3 new friends everyday and I'm sure he meant business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check out all those parents swarming the school on the first day! It was packed with people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew cautiously approached his first day. He had already met his teacher and seen his classroom, but asked everyday during his first week if 1. Could he stay home? and when the answer to that was no, 2. Could we come to class with him? I plan on volunteering asap! He has been drawing closer to us since we moved here. However, he is adjusting well to 1st grade and says "I mostly like school but it has too many rules."&lt;br /&gt; (Welcome to life, kid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513560918613845458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TIQacYF0ZdI/AAAAAAAAANY/GVNWRxNGo5U/s320/IMG_9091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there is Emma. She and I are happily sunning the days away enjoying a bit of peace and quiet. In short, Emma is being spoiled with attention from me during school time. Lucky for us, Glen's cousin is in town with us and the 3 of us are loving the girl time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-9159417918857130611?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/9159417918857130611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=9159417918857130611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/9159417918857130611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/9159417918857130611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/09/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TIQabi5KqEI/AAAAAAAAANI/p0fwz9wUv4Q/s72-c/IMG_9117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-6650154816435378500</id><published>2010-08-19T11:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:08:08.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in the desert is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507181274375149954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TG1wMNTQWYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QZrbFeIvBlk/s320/IMG_9088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182216007248290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TG1xDBJ16aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oQiy0Sy-Zbs/s320/IMG_9068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507183940892586786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TG1yna2jcyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eVEN3WJhRKM/s320/IMG_9082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The lemon tree outside my kitchen window. It is a cheery reminder of good things to come. I anticipate the day when I find them ripened to a yellow color. 2. The little shrubs near my front door. I have been coaxing them with water for weeks hoping to see them blossom, and I had given up on the thought, until I woke up to these purple blossoms today. They are radiant. They even attracted honey bees! (How nice to find a sweet little insect here that I don't want to kill)&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/8178093468732061720-6650154816435378500?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6650154816435378500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=6650154816435378500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6650154816435378500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6650154816435378500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/08/beauty-in-desert-is.html' title='Beauty in the desert is'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TG1wMNTQWYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QZrbFeIvBlk/s72-c/IMG_9088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-1305246837622240447</id><published>2010-07-29T23:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:13:40.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What Do You Do In The Summertime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, when it's 115 degrees outside, you do this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499573152151304562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TFJopNZA-XI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TnUv1q2JAtM/s320/IMG_8831.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499573750376862162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TFJpMB9GkdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MvB2Q-Znkjg/s320/IMG_8838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Charge your little sister a plastic nickel to attend you and your brother's puppet show)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's not, you do this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499576343213741282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TFJri9BllOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TAb8W48Hy54/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499576171217363122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TFJrY8SdILI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P-ujzhlE7wQ/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499574890066295250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TFJqOXoPOdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WmNDuZVI5Jc/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" /&gt; (Sun and swim at the beach! I'm missing the best picture... Matthew completely buried in sand up to his neck! Ha! Ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever you do, it's more fun with family and friends. Thanks to our friends Nate, Kandy, Dallynn and Connelly, our first houseguests. It was a fabulously fun for one weekend!&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/8178093468732061720-1305246837622240447?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1305246837622240447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=1305246837622240447&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/1305246837622240447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/1305246837622240447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime.html' title='Oh What Do You Do In The Summertime?'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TFJopNZA-XI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TnUv1q2JAtM/s72-c/IMG_8831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-5032735523437187060</id><published>2010-07-16T16:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:51:41.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TEDhsknVopI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wYRXuPgCXGM/s1600/113-1346_AUT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494639701251170962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TEDhsknVopI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wYRXuPgCXGM/s320/113-1346_AUT.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Glen and I decided not to make our trip to see family and friends in UT. How sad. We are missing you all! We appreciate the snail mail, email and calls from you. How delighted we are to receive them! Today I explained to my kids, "No trip." To redeem myself to them (and cheer myself up) I made Ellie Krieger's Triple Chocolate Cookies. &lt;em&gt;Chocolate makes everything better!&lt;/em&gt; If I could figure a way to successfully ship them to you through the current Nevada heat wave, I would send them to everyone right now. But I have no resources like that. So I am giving you this recipe hoping we can both enjoy them. (separately) And I promise they're not difficult to make. Promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triple Chocolate Coo0kies, 2005, by Ellie Krieger, Food Network&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 c butter, softened (takes me 5 minutes on the counter in LV, you 20 minutes in SLC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c dark brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 c granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 c canola oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c whole-wheat pastry flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 c unsweetened cocoa powder (not Dutch processed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp salt, optional (use it, it's so much better with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 c coarsely chopped dark chocolate (2 ounces, or 8 little dark Dove promises)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 c coarsely chopped milk chocolate (2 ounces, or milk choc chips)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2/3 c chopped pecans, optional, and I don't recommend them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a large bowl, mash together the butter and sugars with a fork until well combined. (no fancy-schmancy mixer needed here!) Add the oil and egg and beat until creamy. Mix in the vanilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a medium bowl, whisk (yes, whisk) together the flours, cocoa powder, and salt. Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and mix well. Stir in the dark chocolate, milk chocolate, and the pecans and mix well. Using a tablespoon, scoop the batter onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake for 12 minutes. Transfer cookies to a rack to cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy eating them and know we're missing you! (Photo: Matthew as a baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-5032735523437187060?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5032735523437187060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=5032735523437187060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5032735523437187060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5032735523437187060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TEDhsknVopI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wYRXuPgCXGM/s72-c/113-1346_AUT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-183138609355002315</id><published>2010-07-03T00:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:32:20.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please stop touching the produce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TC7Xvj62RWI/AAAAAAAAALw/NDYH5JBwhT4/s1600/nastynails3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489562207907104098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TC7Xvj62RWI/AAAAAAAAALw/NDYH5JBwhT4/s320/nastynails3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the grocery store this evening. As I excused myself past a woman to reach for a plastic bag, (it will ultimately ruin my local landfill, but that's another post for another day...) I noticed her long nails. 5 inches - at least - of hard, yellow-gray. I tried hard not to stare, but she was shucking ears of corn with her nasty nails to see if it (the corn) was high enough quality to buy. I'm pretty sure that the E coli and salmonella crawling under her nails were more of a concern to me than if her corn had a caterpillar in it! Please stop touching the produce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-183138609355002315?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/183138609355002315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=183138609355002315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/183138609355002315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/183138609355002315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-stop-touching-produce.html' title='Please stop touching the produce!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TC7Xvj62RWI/AAAAAAAAALw/NDYH5JBwhT4/s72-c/nastynails3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-75874268368893776</id><published>2010-06-08T00:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:01:00.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a goner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TA3pC9_PYbI/AAAAAAAAALo/0il35oOMW3w/s1600/roach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480292558788583858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TA3pC9_PYbI/AAAAAAAAALo/0il35oOMW3w/s320/roach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very welcomed by my new community. They like to hang around my doors to say hello when I take the trash out at night, and try to keep me company when I'm finding that inevitable missing box in the garage. One even gave up his life in my laundry room when he tried to pass the pesticide barrier. (Poor Fred) I'm talking about the native insect community. Cockroaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to moving, I've only seen them at the zoo. Behind glass. Contained. Now they're crawling around my yard and garage. They're not welcome. So tonight Glen introduced me to two new ones he met in the garage and while he stood there looking at them, (Really, Glen?) I sent the whole roach community a message to get out. I picked up the nearest thing (Glen's gas can for the mower) and crushed one of them. The other roach ran like hell. I didn't even get to ask him if he felt lucky. That's right. Run before I find another object to kill you with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happy note, I'd like to thank my friend Kandy for her incredible pesticide spraying skills. Not one cockroach has broken the barrier she sprayed and made it in my house! Maybe I'll thank Glen after he sprays the barrier next month. Or kills a bug instead of looking at it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-75874268368893776?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/75874268368893776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=75874268368893776&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/75874268368893776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/75874268368893776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/06/hes-goner.html' title='He&apos;s a goner!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TA3pC9_PYbI/AAAAAAAAALo/0il35oOMW3w/s72-c/roach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-678740138390018649</id><published>2010-06-01T17:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:28:15.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TAWV9rJj3lI/AAAAAAAAALg/ulmSeyspINY/s1600/limbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477949408553459282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TAWV9rJj3lI/AAAAAAAAALg/ulmSeyspINY/s320/limbo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in limbo! All our "stuff" is in Las Vegas. We are staying with family and friends this week while the boys finish their last week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly I will be sending all you wonderful family and friends our updated address and phone from our new home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Smallmans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-678740138390018649?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/678740138390018649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=678740138390018649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/678740138390018649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/678740138390018649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/06/limbo.html' title='Limbo!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/TAWV9rJj3lI/AAAAAAAAALg/ulmSeyspINY/s72-c/limbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-3214031313015287486</id><published>2010-04-23T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:35:00.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9E-4JxlanI/AAAAAAAAAKo/S74AUHzQPEw/s1600/IMG_7903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463216957394610802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9E-4JxlanI/AAAAAAAAAKo/S74AUHzQPEw/s400/IMG_7903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's our last week in our Sandy, UT home and I'm getting sentimental. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sad to leave because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I've been in love with the valley and mountain views from my house since the first time I came here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Matthew and Emma were born here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Glen put his sweat and blood into replacing EVERYTHING in this house (yes, even the kitchen sink!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I love my garden areas in this yard. (finally finished most of it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I feel loved and comfortable in the community of friends and neighbors here. (the reason I cry every 3 days about moving from here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say about why were moving is: inspiration. Glen and I feel it's right to move although none of it makes practical sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9E-3jj5-TI/AAAAAAAAAKg/s3AB9BgEtuE/s1600/IMG_7907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463216947136690482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9E-3jj5-TI/AAAAAAAAAKg/s3AB9BgEtuE/s400/IMG_7907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's feeling less like home as everything goes into boxes and we sell the things that we can't take with us. (i.e. the swingset) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FG-NTV7_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TCCUYSeVO6I/s1600/IMG_8182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463225857513746418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FG-NTV7_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TCCUYSeVO6I/s320/IMG_8182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are pictures of our kids having one last early morning play with it before it was dismantled and sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note Emma's &lt;div&gt;shoes: she put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them on herself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feet!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FG-tmIcWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RxsWvtzqD6s/s1600/IMG_8175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463225866182488418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FG-tmIcWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RxsWvtzqD6s/s320/IMG_8175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FG_FLBBYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Bi5aNrMMH_A/s1600/IMG_8241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463225872511206786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FG_FLBBYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Bi5aNrMMH_A/s320/IMG_8241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our temporary home will be around the corner for a few months while the kids finish school and Glen waits for a transfer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Home Sweet Home in Las Vegas, NV. (The kids still aren't sure that the pool makes up for leaving their swingset.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FKcUtua7I/AAAAAAAAALI/XghrddOtPAI/s1600/our+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463229673434409906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FKcUtua7I/AAAAAAAAALI/XghrddOtPAI/s320/our+house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FKc5Y4SpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QBfslYWk5rc/s1600/our+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FKc5Y4SpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QBfslYWk5rc/s1600/our+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463229683279088274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9FKc5Y4SpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QBfslYWk5rc/s320/our+pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm confident that there are great experiences in store for us in our new place!&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/8178093468732061720-3214031313015287486?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3214031313015287486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=3214031313015287486&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3214031313015287486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3214031313015287486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S9E-4JxlanI/AAAAAAAAAKo/S74AUHzQPEw/s72-c/IMG_7903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-5289438323008821465</id><published>2010-03-09T23:28:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:13:36.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S5dFzN_NnOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MuXNzVLTzWI/s1600-h/108-0834_AUT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446899020558343394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S5dFzN_NnOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MuXNzVLTzWI/s320/108-0834_AUT.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House for sale. Love the house, love the yard, love the valley view, love the location, love the neighbors and friends, love the church, love the schools. Feel inspired to move to LV, NV anyway. House for sale. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S5dEUUsJCtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/enPuc7uRnrg/s1600-h/108-0834_AUT.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-5289438323008821465?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5289438323008821465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=5289438323008821465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5289438323008821465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5289438323008821465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-sale.html' title='For Sale!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S5dFzN_NnOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MuXNzVLTzWI/s72-c/108-0834_AUT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4167466774358031796</id><published>2010-01-17T21:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:19:40.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, on 2 levels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1Ppg0egCKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ndox3v4883Y/s1600-h/DSC03943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427938725963237538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1Ppg0egCKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ndox3v4883Y/s200/DSC03943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when my kids get sick. Matthew has had a horrible cough and high fever this week. After keeping him home from school for a few days and it only getting worse, he finally said one afternoon, "I need to see Dr. Witt NOW!" When do kids ask to see the doctor? Does that ever happen? I did catch this pic of him in a cozy spot on the rug under the table. He looks so sad to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1PqtWCeyaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IrhfHgHHsdA/s1600-h/DSC03948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427940040642578850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1PqtWCeyaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IrhfHgHHsdA/s200/DSC03948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1PqtghXtqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eezX9wc5kFA/s1600-h/DSC03949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427940043456493218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1PqtghXtqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eezX9wc5kFA/s200/DSC03949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1PquLBUIQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6MN-8piUvRY/s1600-h/DSC03951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427940054864765186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1PquLBUIQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6MN-8piUvRY/s200/DSC03951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found Emma in the kitchen this week making toddler hors d'oeuvres: Cheerios with a light spread of Smart Balance in the middle. I once caught my nephew Michael eating a stick of butter and thought it was hilarious. I'm so sorry for laughing then. It's truly sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-4167466774358031796?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4167466774358031796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4167466774358031796&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4167466774358031796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4167466774358031796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-on-2-levels.html' title='Sick, on 2 levels!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S1Ppg0egCKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ndox3v4883Y/s72-c/DSC03943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-380868620685355610</id><published>2010-01-04T09:48:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:37:29.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Christmas. Most of our time was spent at home together with movies, games, baking and eating treats. We kept our tradition of seeing the lights at Temple Square on Christmas Eve, and although we've been going for 8 or 9 years, we have never taken pictures. This year Emma was so happy with the lights and huge nativity that she was crying and screaming "Baby Jesus!" as we left. Cute, and embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422929863824019682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0Id-q8WkOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QKRBnqfmtdc/s200/IMG_7366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan's Matchbox build-a-pirate-ship was his favorite gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930461708721026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IehePLG4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/WY0WvFOqgVg/s200/IMG_7370.JPG" /&gt;Matthew's fav gift was his batmobile, batcopter and "bad guy" set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422931270089062306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IfQhsEN6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/vnO04xqtPKU/s200/IMG_7404.JPG" /&gt;Emma loved her princess dress ups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IjVj5ebFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t81LnlwH4Kk/s1600-h/IMG_7423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422935754628033618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IjVj5ebFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t81LnlwH4Kk/s200/IMG_7423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933377977272306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IhLOLxx_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ltG84sYZrVM/s200/IMG_7425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IhL85Re1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VquzWfhegJw/s1600-h/IMG_7435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933390516124498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IhL85Re1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VquzWfhegJw/s200/IMG_7435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IhLhCo4fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/toqzVXTPGRo/s1600-h/IMG_7452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933383039214066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IhLhCo4fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/toqzVXTPGRo/s200/IMG_7452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncle Richard, Auntie Julie, Meg &amp;amp; Bleddyn gave Ethan and Matthew Nerf ball guns. All of us got in on the combat fun! Emma got a Cinderella barbie, but I don't have a picture of it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IkON94hJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BAwttOcZxNk/s1600-h/IMG_7384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422936727993484434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IkON94hJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BAwttOcZxNk/s200/IMG_7384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IkNzRoapI/AAAAAAAAAJY/44_qkL3dWQ8/s1600-h/IMG_7386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422936720828557970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IkNzRoapI/AAAAAAAAAJY/44_qkL3dWQ8/s200/IMG_7386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IletTKb0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Jf5LrOPH0X8/s1600-h/IMG_7394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422938110793772866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0IletTKb0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Jf5LrOPH0X8/s200/IMG_7394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana &amp;amp; Grandad sent matching Man Utd sweatshirts for Glen, Ethan &amp;amp; Matthew, a talking, dancing Dora doll for Emma and darling yoga clothes for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ate a big Christmas turkey and trifle for dessert! YUM! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-380868620685355610?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/380868620685355610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=380868620685355610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/380868620685355610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/380868620685355610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0Id-q8WkOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QKRBnqfmtdc/s72-c/IMG_7366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-2417020909201156272</id><published>2010-01-03T22:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:38:52.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy Thar Mateys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0F896PWx2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RJ-7SJcwzWs/s1600-h/IMG_7184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422752829378316130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0F896PWx2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RJ-7SJcwzWs/s400/IMG_7184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan's 7th birthday is coming up and he wants a pirate party. In January. With snow outside. Which means a bunch of kids inside. Glen suggested inviting Ethan's friends over for pizza and to watch Pirates of the Caribbean! I'm worried their mothers wouldn't appreciate that. Any help/suggestions are appreciated!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Aren't Ethan and Emma on their makeshift teeter-totter pirate ship cute?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-2417020909201156272?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2417020909201156272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=2417020909201156272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2417020909201156272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2417020909201156272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahoy-thar-mateys.html' title='Ahoy Thar Mateys!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/S0F896PWx2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RJ-7SJcwzWs/s72-c/IMG_7184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-51159605840497544</id><published>2009-12-13T21:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:24:03.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's sweaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SyW8gsubbfI/AAAAAAAAAII/AxIIfQ5ojbU/s1600-h/Emma+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414941396930620914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SyW8gsubbfI/AAAAAAAAAII/AxIIfQ5ojbU/s320/Emma+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SyW7hxMDFMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eRXC6Cp83Sw/s1600-h/Emma+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Oooh!" Check out this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;darling sweater-dress &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Glen's Mum (Nana Smallman) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;knitted for Emma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We're so lucky Nana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;takes the time to make such &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;beautiful things for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We were probably supposed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to save it for Christmas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but we couldn't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-51159605840497544?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/51159605840497544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=51159605840497544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/51159605840497544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/51159605840497544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/12/nanas-sweaters.html' title='Nana&apos;s sweaters'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SyW8gsubbfI/AAAAAAAAAII/AxIIfQ5ojbU/s72-c/Emma+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-5335634155100484557</id><published>2009-11-19T10:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:49:27.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neener, neener, neener!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SwWFGQX4PbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3vhSS028Zxo/s1600/DSC03818+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405873270248979890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SwWFGQX4PbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3vhSS028Zxo/s200/DSC03818+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SwWDXXsk-zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/P7f3VpSrNVs/s1600/DSC03818+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the New Moon fans out there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Neener, neener, neener!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Me at the Jordan Commons Wed night at the employee screening. No, I don't work there... It pays to have a friend who works at the theater so you can see it before the general public.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is better than the first by a long shot: special effects, make-up, script, direction, scenery. And only one horribly cheesy scene. There was enough action to keep the men happy, and enough tension for the women. My fav was the Italy scenes. And Dakota Fanning. She's fabulously creepy. Can't wait to see it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-5335634155100484557?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5335634155100484557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=5335634155100484557&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5335634155100484557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5335634155100484557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/11/neener-neener-neener.html' title='Neener, neener, neener!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SwWFGQX4PbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3vhSS028Zxo/s72-c/DSC03818+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-3582311200968205674</id><published>2009-11-19T10:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:47:35.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To say or NOT to say?</title><content type='html'>There are some things in life that should NOT be said. For example, if you're the father of the bride speaking at her wedding dinner, please do not go into detail about how hard she was to raise and how she never loved you. Weddings are for love and joy. Not group counseling. I think there are a list of positive things somewhere on the internet you could say to a bride on her wedding day. ("You are beautiful." "I'm happy to be here." "Congratulations!") My girlfriends and I almost staged a take over of the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rebuttal to the father of the bride (who will hopefully never see my blog) and with love to my fantastic girlfriend who was married last Saturday: "You are beautiful, intelligent, witty, sophisticated, accomplished, artistic, true, creative and fun. You have been and still are a great friend. WE LOVE YOU! Thank you for sharing this time with all of us. We wish you and your husband a wonderful future together."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-3582311200968205674?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3582311200968205674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=3582311200968205674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3582311200968205674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3582311200968205674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-say-or-not-to-say.html' title='To say or NOT to say?'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4312867242906053542</id><published>2009-11-19T10:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:28:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband is where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SwV_pXGc33I/AAAAAAAAAHo/L103b2t20ZU/s1600/DSC03817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405867276280586098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SwV_pXGc33I/AAAAAAAAAHo/L103b2t20ZU/s200/DSC03817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband has the geneology bug. Bad. This is where I find him every night, and during the 3 days he had off of work last week. The new Family Search site is incredible! He's already found ancestors back to the 1600's. (Hoping to find royalty... hee hee) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-4312867242906053542?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4312867242906053542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4312867242906053542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4312867242906053542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4312867242906053542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-husband-is-where.html' title='My husband is where?'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SwV_pXGc33I/AAAAAAAAAHo/L103b2t20ZU/s72-c/DSC03817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-3390324145838514183</id><published>2009-11-03T14:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:01:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's new do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SvCns1RpMCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NESR55Yq0p0/s1600-h/DSC03748+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400000341874389026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SvCns1RpMCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NESR55Yq0p0/s320/DSC03748+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new do is thanks to an adventurous older brother who gave her a haircut himself. His defense: "I just wanted to know what it was like to cut hair." I promptly hid all my scissors and took her to Cookie Cutters to fix it and ended up with this. She's still darling though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-3390324145838514183?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3390324145838514183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=3390324145838514183&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3390324145838514183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3390324145838514183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/11/emmas-new-do.html' title='Emma&apos;s new do!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SvCns1RpMCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NESR55Yq0p0/s72-c/DSC03748+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4359912129593125353</id><published>2009-08-22T21:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:20:54.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year or two I get an itch to change my hair. Dramatically. Oh yes I did. It only took one flyer from Ulta, 3 months of indecision and one super hairstylist. (Thanks Taci!) I love it. I'll love it even more when I have the gigantic brush required to style it. (that's coming next week) Ethan and Matthew said "You don't look like Mommy!" and Glen said "You look 18 again." (Not sure if that's a compliment?) I still love it though. Itch satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SpDC9nJ-WnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_l4G1OcANvQ/s1600-h/ultahairdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373008719191628402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SpDC9nJ-WnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_l4G1OcANvQ/s320/ultahairdo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SpDCtyKHbeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/D6CELaPNlko/s1600-h/IMG_6952+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373008447267106274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SpDCtyKHbeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/D6CELaPNlko/s320/IMG_6952+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-4359912129593125353?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4359912129593125353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4359912129593125353&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4359912129593125353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4359912129593125353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-do.html' title='New do'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SpDC9nJ-WnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_l4G1OcANvQ/s72-c/ultahairdo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-8801667645969067682</id><published>2009-08-01T13:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:30:14.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven &amp; Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SnSeClAUryI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g8zHyQV8PpM/s1600-h/037+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365086823235497762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SnSeClAUryI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g8zHyQV8PpM/s320/037+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not a blog about Emma &amp;amp; Matthew. This is Glen &amp;amp; I am taking over Triscia's blog while she is out. I figured that I would let the world know that I finally managed to ride my bike to the top of big cottonwood canyon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell was the 14.5 miles to the top. There was an elevation change of over 3,700 ft reaching 8,700 ft above sea level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heaven was the ride down. reaching speeds over 40 mph I even managed to pass a car. My scary part of the ride came when my headphones came out and wrapped in my back wheel. Thankfully, the prayer that I said before my ride paid off. All in all, not a bad ride, over 1800 cal burned and as Triscia always says " Now I can eat whatever the Hell I like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how long Trish keeps this post!&lt;br /&gt;(EDIT BY TRISH: Yes I kept this post long enough. Now on to one about me!  :)  But I had to edit this one to give PROPS to my MOM for the NICE PIC OF GLEN with his bike she took in her backyard! Thanks MOM!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-8801667645969067682?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8801667645969067682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=8801667645969067682&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8801667645969067682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8801667645969067682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/08/heaven-hell.html' title='Heaven &amp; Hell'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SnSeClAUryI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g8zHyQV8PpM/s72-c/037+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4063457012798075612</id><published>2009-07-25T22:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:03:20.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pioneer Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmvjGZVT0gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LxfMzabV2kw/s1600-h/DSC03608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362629480333693442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmvjGZVT0gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LxfMzabV2kw/s320/DSC03608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated our Pioneer Day by hiking Silver Lake in Big Cottonwood Canyon. The historical marker there states that Brigham Young and some of the saints camped there on July 23-24, 1857 on the first statewide Pioneer Day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of the fun: Emma on my back, the boys getting along, (for once!) a natural rock wall discovered and conquered, Matthew's owee, handsome Glen and the scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmvjGDYye7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/TAQK91D-qmI/s1600-h/072409-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362629474442705842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmvjGDYye7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/TAQK91D-qmI/s320/072409-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmviFgN3eoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HXFstYP8tag/s1600-h/072409-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362628365490027138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmviFgN3eoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HXFstYP8tag/s320/072409-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmviFTp6mwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5sgUEE4er4I/s1600-h/DSC03594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362628362118011650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmviFTp6mwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5sgUEE4er4I/s320/DSC03594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmviE1mGzTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/na8x3y8R7aY/s1600-h/DSC03595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362628354048970034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmviE1mGzTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/na8x3y8R7aY/s320/DSC03595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmviEZ5xOvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LjbDAjEl8qo/s1600-h/DSC03586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362628346615249650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmviEZ5xOvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LjbDAjEl8qo/s320/DSC03586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-4063457012798075612?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4063457012798075612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4063457012798075612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4063457012798075612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4063457012798075612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-pioneer-day.html' title='Happy Pioneer Day!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmvjGZVT0gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LxfMzabV2kw/s72-c/DSC03608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4990596612498081428</id><published>2009-07-17T22:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:49:46.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Utah Symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmFQlBc8aGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AbKWL4yesI4/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359653628522817634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmFQlBc8aGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AbKWL4yesI4/s320/DSC03250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love classical music! Luckily, Ethan does too and has accompanied me to concerts since he was 4. This week we went to see The Utah Symphony's free concert at the Sandy Amphitheater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fantastic program sampling many types of music: waltz, polka, march, jazz, etc. The conductor was very interactive with the audience. I highly recommend it for anyone who wants to give classical music a try! (and bring kids to a family friendly classical concert... those are rare) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat on the lawn, snuggled on a blanket and shared chocolate. I loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmFQlbc02MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IOAK_c5dM2I/s1600-h/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359653635501643970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmFQlbc02MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IOAK_c5dM2I/s320/DSC03248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan's favorite was the popping sound repeated during the &lt;em&gt;Champagne Polka&lt;/em&gt; by Strauss and the sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite was the wacky &lt;em&gt;Concerto for Cell Phone&lt;/em&gt; by Stephenson. (hilarious live!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both anticipated the playing of our favorite &lt;em&gt;"Hoe Down" from Rodeo&lt;/em&gt; by Copland that was played second to last. &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/8178093468732061720-4990596612498081428?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4990596612498081428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4990596612498081428&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4990596612498081428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4990596612498081428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/07/utah-symphony.html' title='The Utah Symphony'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SmFQlBc8aGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AbKWL4yesI4/s72-c/DSC03250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-7174498386526330527</id><published>2009-07-13T21:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:03:29.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Statement of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SlwDT6flPdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rzyduCA1ul8/s1600-h/154+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358161297318165970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SlwDT6flPdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rzyduCA1ul8/s320/154+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday we celebrated my Grandma Miller's 74 birthday. Happy Birthday Grandma! I'm so happy she's my Grandma. She has accomplished so much in her life and has guided me through difficult times in my life. So Ethan looked at the candles on her cake and said to everyone, "74. I think she's going to die soon." (Gasp! Followed by a whole lot of laughter) Hope not 'cause I love my Grandma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-7174498386526330527?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7174498386526330527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=7174498386526330527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7174498386526330527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7174498386526330527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/07/ethans-statement-of-week.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Statement of the Week'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SlwDT6flPdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rzyduCA1ul8/s72-c/154+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-8626164952071799430</id><published>2009-07-03T10:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:56:04.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGNAR #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk47ZyOyNzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Q91wTuq8WxM/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282321156650802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk47ZyOyNzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Q91wTuq8WxM/s320/DSC03093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van 1 departing for Logan: me, my Mom, JoAnn and Mike, Andrea, Shawnie, and Janice, our volunteer for the race. LOVE THEM ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't have pics of the other half of our team/Van 2 yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk49ndHI04I/AAAAAAAAAFg/73GQepIepAQ/s1600-h/IMG_6581.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk49ndHI04I/AAAAAAAAAFg/73GQepIepAQ/s1600-h/IMG_6581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354284755028857730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk49ndHI04I/AAAAAAAAAFg/73GQepIepAQ/s320/IMG_6581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 race of 187.9 miles from Logan to Park City + 2 vans of 6 runners = the most &lt;strong&gt;extreme&lt;/strong&gt; 2 days of my life! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Team Generation Gap finished in 34 hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk48tW1pJJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g-GvoueJVxw/s1600-h/IMG_6576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354283756912452754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk48tW1pJJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g-GvoueJVxw/s320/IMG_6576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never considered myself an extreme athlete. I definitely qualify now. I ran 3 times in 34 hours: leg 1 was 6.9 miles downhill around noon, leg 2 was 8.1 miles uphill around 10 pm and my last was 3.1 miles flat around 11 am. I lived in a van, ate out of a cooler for 2 days, skipped a few showers, ran on a dark road during the night with only a headlamp and a couple glowsticks lighting my way, slept in a field on a tarp, and stood in the wind and rain waiting for my team to finish. Summed up it was the craziest thing I've done in my life and I would do it again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk47z_ggaBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BioS_2WWDqg/s1600-h/DSC03164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282771397240850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk47z_ggaBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BioS_2WWDqg/s320/DSC03164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had great bonding time with my Mom. Lucky me! (She and I had to have a picture of the "Honey Buckets")&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/8178093468732061720-8626164952071799430?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8626164952071799430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=8626164952071799430&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8626164952071799430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8626164952071799430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/07/ragnar-2.html' title='RAGNAR #2'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sk47ZyOyNzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Q91wTuq8WxM/s72-c/DSC03093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-6289946855303345729</id><published>2009-05-27T21:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:57:39.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGNAR Relay</title><content type='html'>Wish Team Generation Gap luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sh4LIAKBvDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DvM9u5Fz1eI/s1600-h/run-drive-sleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340718440216902706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 44px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sh4LIAKBvDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DvM9u5Fz1eI/s320/run-drive-sleep.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sh4LDIVcc1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/c7gzJ90Klw0/s1600-h/ragnartitle.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340718356512928594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sh4LDIVcc1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/c7gzJ90Klw0/s320/ragnartitle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8178093468732061720-6289946855303345729?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6289946855303345729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=6289946855303345729&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6289946855303345729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6289946855303345729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/ragnar-relay.html' title='RAGNAR Relay'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sh4LIAKBvDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DvM9u5Fz1eI/s72-c/run-drive-sleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-147609920285697935</id><published>2009-05-21T00:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:41:09.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's statement of the week</title><content type='html'>(After coming home from a friend's house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"They asked me if I was sick and I said it was just allergies, &lt;em&gt;but it isn't!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He does have a residual cough from a nasty cold/flu something or other, but isn't contagious.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-147609920285697935?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/147609920285697935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=147609920285697935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/147609920285697935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/147609920285697935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/matthews-statement-of-week.html' title='Matthew&apos;s statement of the week'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-5451277099102043827</id><published>2009-05-11T00:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:59:20.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Las Vegas &amp; Disneyland Family Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="320" width="426" data="http://widget-0e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="WHITE-SPACE: nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107875853582&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p1/3530822107875853582/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107875853582&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p2/3530822107875853582/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107875853582&amp;amp;map=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/m/3530822107875853582/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-5451277099102043827?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5451277099102043827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=5451277099102043827&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5451277099102043827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5451277099102043827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-disney-trip.html' title='Our Las Vegas &amp; Disneyland Family Trip!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-6519777557176749559</id><published>2009-04-23T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:05:14.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Assurance</title><content type='html'>Here's a little tidbit about me. I hate Walmart. &lt;em&gt;HATE.&lt;/em&gt; I can't think of a good experience in the store &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;, and I've given it &lt;strong&gt;plenty&lt;/strong&gt; of opportunities to redeem itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found myself there to buy balloons because my friend mentioned Walmart fills them for 15 cents each (package of 20 for $2.98). In January I paid 50 cents a piece for Ethan's birthday balloons. (scandalous!) I needed balloons for a Relief Society activity and since this was the church's money, I went cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there I grabbed a gift for Matthew's classmate's birthday the next day. That's where I went wrong. I should have known better. We picked out a lovely bubble blowing machine "made exclusively for Walmart" and a huge container of bubbles. Tape some batteries to it, wrap it and we were ready for the party. I stayed to help the party Mom and when the birthday boy opened his gift he wanted to use it right away. Oh yea! So we popped batteries in, (10 preschoolers anxiously awaiting) and nothing. NOTHING. The stupid thing didn't work. Walmart did it again, but this time they threw in the disappointment of 10 preschoolers and the embarrasment of one Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Nemo: "Curse you Aquascum! (Walmart!)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-6519777557176749559?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6519777557176749559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=6519777557176749559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6519777557176749559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6519777557176749559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/04/quality-assurance.html' title='Quality Assurance'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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-8178093468732061720.post-2917276572066395738</id><published>2009-04-23T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:17:08.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SfE8ukkRzGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PL3IhNk783s/s1600-h/IMG_6144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328106604943494242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SfE8ukkRzGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PL3IhNk783s/s320/IMG_6144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello all! Any suggestions of how to do photo collages/slide shows easily that I can put into my blog? We just got back from Disneyland and I have some real winner pictures to show you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-2917276572066395738?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2917276572066395738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=2917276572066395738&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2917276572066395738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2917276572066395738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos.html' title='Photos?'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SfE8ukkRzGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PL3IhNk783s/s72-c/IMG_6144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-7690320308879398824</id><published>2009-04-10T22:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:08:01.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to pick the perfect strawberry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SeAXX34seaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VScsuVfcMek/s1600-h/DSC03028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323280458458102178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SeAXX34seaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VScsuVfcMek/s320/DSC03028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to pick the perfect strawberry from a 4 lb box:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1: Wait until everyone is out of the kitchen and otherwise occupied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2: Dump the whole thing on the floor. You'll have better view of all of them, even the juicy ones they hide at the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 3: Select your strawberry and eat fast before someone comes running!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-7690320308879398824?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7690320308879398824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=7690320308879398824&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7690320308879398824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/7690320308879398824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-pick-perfect-strawberry.html' title='How to pick the perfect strawberry...'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SeAXX34seaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VScsuVfcMek/s72-c/DSC03028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-166749526398610369</id><published>2009-04-08T23:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:37:55.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's and Ethan's statement of the week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While driving to Grandma's today, we were at a red stoplight with a billboard next to it. Matthew piped up from the back seat: "Hey! It's the money guy!" (We all looked up) Ethan: "Yea, on TV. He stares at someone and then a guy asks 'What's that?' and the other guy says 'That's the money you could be saving with Geico'."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I more disgusted at? Myself for letting my kids watch TV (less than the national average might I add?) or the amazing branding capabilities of companies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322558140967472002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sd2Gbdi6y4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/w2K0qXlNLIw/s320/Geico-Kash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-166749526398610369?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/166749526398610369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=166749526398610369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/166749526398610369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/166749526398610369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/04/matthews-and-ethans-statement-of-week.html' title='Matthew&apos;s and Ethan&apos;s statement of the week!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sd2Gbdi6y4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/w2K0qXlNLIw/s72-c/Geico-Kash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-1980648891759343834</id><published>2009-03-21T19:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:43:14.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's question of the week</title><content type='html'>"How big is a leprechaun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, are you planning your&lt;br /&gt;strategy to catch one or&lt;br /&gt;sizing up a possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opponent&lt;/span&gt; in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/ScWWC75iCKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Rez-hSJG6mI/s1600-h/tn_Leprechaun%2520Riding%2520Frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315819912363640994" style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/ScWWC75iCKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Rez-hSJG6mI/s320/tn_Leprechaun%2520Riding%2520Frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-1980648891759343834?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1980648891759343834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=1980648891759343834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/1980648891759343834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/1980648891759343834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/03/matthews-question-of-week_21.html' title='Matthew&apos;s question of the week'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/ScWWC75iCKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Rez-hSJG6mI/s72-c/tn_Leprechaun%2520Riding%2520Frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-3945147109441983340</id><published>2009-03-12T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:41:47.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's question of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SbnjpUW1M8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sy03vpWFSIE/s1600-h/IMG_5578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312527534438822850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SbnjpUW1M8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sy03vpWFSIE/s320/IMG_5578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can we cut a hole in my wall so I can climb through my shelf to Ethan's room?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hide your saw, Glen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-3945147109441983340?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3945147109441983340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=3945147109441983340&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3945147109441983340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3945147109441983340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/03/matthews-question-of-week_12.html' title='Matthew&apos;s question of the week'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SbnjpUW1M8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sy03vpWFSIE/s72-c/IMG_5578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-669086503310762412</id><published>2009-03-12T22:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:36:00.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathtaking mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SbniNuKMalI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yxM8ueb0DHc/s1600-h/IMG_5538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312525960817175122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SbniNuKMalI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yxM8ueb0DHc/s320/IMG_5538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SbniOYeNYNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LKEP3ZR0xbc/s1600-h/IMG_5564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312525972175413458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SbniOYeNYNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LKEP3ZR0xbc/s320/IMG_5564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pics are 3 days apart. Taken in the morning from my back porch. Weather is so unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-669086503310762412?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/669086503310762412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=669086503310762412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/669086503310762412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/669086503310762412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathtaking-mornings.html' title='Breathtaking mornings'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SbniNuKMalI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yxM8ueb0DHc/s72-c/IMG_5538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-4974178248748305882</id><published>2009-03-04T21:51:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:21:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An unpleasant awakening</title><content type='html'>This is Emma asleep, sitting upright, in the corner of her crib with her thick quilt pulled over her head. I know some people sleep in quirky positions, but I've NEVER seen this before. How was she breathing under there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sa9gfnFOP5I/AAAAAAAAADg/dJB3fh2c7XI/s1600-h/IMG_5530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309568581876203410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sa9gfnFOP5I/AAAAAAAAADg/dJB3fh2c7XI/s320/IMG_5530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sa9ggFW9kFI/AAAAAAAAADo/30yJsgV3jG8/s1600-h/IMG_5531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309568590003671122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sa9ggFW9kFI/AAAAAAAAADo/30yJsgV3jG8/s320/IMG_5531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sa9ggTj96SI/AAAAAAAAADw/kUsKHsoa8Fc/s1600-h/IMG_5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309568593816316194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sa9ggTj96SI/AAAAAAAAADw/kUsKHsoa8Fc/s320/IMG_5532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-4974178248748305882?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4974178248748305882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=4974178248748305882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4974178248748305882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/4974178248748305882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/03/unpleasant-awakening.html' title='An unpleasant awakening'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/Sa9gfnFOP5I/AAAAAAAAADg/dJB3fh2c7XI/s72-c/IMG_5530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-212393539815501951</id><published>2009-03-02T00:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:48:59.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's question of the week</title><content type='html'>It was a statement, actually: "Hey - why have they got my ball?!" Said while watching the Man United vs. Spurs football game (soccer for the Americans) and noticed they were kicking around the same ball he uses in the backyard. We could not stop laughing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-212393539815501951?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/212393539815501951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=212393539815501951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/212393539815501951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/212393539815501951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/03/matthews-question-of-week.html' title='Matthew&apos;s question of the week'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-6802313314611549652</id><published>2009-03-01T23:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:28:42.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter break</title><content type='html'>What self-respecting athlete takes a winter break from exercise? Unfortunately me, and now I'm paying for it. In an effort to get back into shape, (oh yes, I ate &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad during the holidays) I went to the gym with my super-charged can-do-anything friend Kandy. WOW! What a workout! We spent over an hour together running, using the eliptical, the stairclimber, free-weights, doing killer crunches and squats. She took it upon herself to be my personal Jillian from the Biggest Loser. Really. People in the gym were turning around and staring with sympathetic eyes everytime she'd shout "COME ON TRISCIA! JUST 5 MORE MINUTES! DON'T WIMP OUT NOW! YOU CAN DO THIS! GO (insert &lt;em&gt;faster, harder, higher restistence,&lt;/em&gt; etc)!" I think I'll be in shape sooner than I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glen has started his workouts as well, doing swimming or biking daily during his lunch breaks and a weekly spin class. The guy is so motivated. He just slips back into it so easily. He's amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now, Glen and Kandy can't work out with me all the time, so: Does anyone have any tips for how they've kept a personal goal that could help me stay motivated to exercise? I'll make it worth you're while... for the best advice I'll give/send a thank you gift. Seriously!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-6802313314611549652?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6802313314611549652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=6802313314611549652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6802313314611549652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6802313314611549652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/03/winter-break.html' title='Winter break'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-8037657186227795184</id><published>2009-03-01T23:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:48:46.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Belt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SauBCGlLGuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/73LPXD_ws-A/s1600-h/IMG_5523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308478458912512738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SauBCGlLGuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/73LPXD_ws-A/s320/IMG_5523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SauBBwJ7vdI/AAAAAAAAACw/JzRAhKxEI2s/s1600-h/IMG_5521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308478452892679634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SauBBwJ7vdI/AAAAAAAAACw/JzRAhKxEI2s/s320/IMG_5521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan tested for his yellow belt.... he was well-prepared and so serious. He even kicked a wood board in half (which is now proudly displayed in his room). The best moment was when I asked him and his 2 friends to do their best karate moves for a picture. Now those are some kids I don't want to meet in a dark alley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-8037657186227795184?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8037657186227795184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=8037657186227795184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8037657186227795184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8037657186227795184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/03/yellow-belt.html' title='Yellow Belt!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SauBCGlLGuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/73LPXD_ws-A/s72-c/IMG_5523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-799549251528050877</id><published>2009-02-15T22:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:06:52.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's question of the week</title><content type='html'>I'm adding a new segment called Matthew's question of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week: "Why is Satan bad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: "Why do they only let you have one kid in China?" (!!!How do you explain population control?!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-799549251528050877?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/799549251528050877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=799549251528050877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/799549251528050877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/799549251528050877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/02/matthews-question-of-week.html' title='Matthew&apos;s question of the week'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-2270266105846747681</id><published>2009-02-12T09:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:30:02.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I went into Emma's room to put her down for a nap, I found this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962161910082690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SZRafsk2bII/AAAAAAAAACo/lpA2iZecE-8/s320/IMG_5496.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan and Matthew put all her dolls and stuffed animals "in jail." Apparently this doll committed some stuffed crime and was sentenced to doing some time upside down, blindfolded and bound by alphabet links. I'm considering staging a Sid scene (from Toy Story) of my own directed at those boys. "We toys can see &lt;em&gt;everything. So play nice!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-2270266105846747681?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2270266105846747681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=2270266105846747681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2270266105846747681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2270266105846747681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/02/play-nice.html' title='Play nice'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SZRafsk2bII/AAAAAAAAACo/lpA2iZecE-8/s72-c/IMG_5496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-8431621885144785905</id><published>2009-01-28T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:48:37.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Confession:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Monday night after Glen and I get the kids in bed, I join two of my friends at the movies. Sleep is precious, but this weekly splurge is a low-budget and babysitter-free vacation from Mommyhood!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to my fun friend who works at the theatre for the discounts! Sorry no names to give you to get your own discount, but she has enough people vying for her attention. Love her! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to my insightful friend for the conversation that can't be had during the day while I'm constantly interrupted by my kids! Love her too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thanks to Glen for being a good sport when I saw Dark Knight on the big screen before he did. (Or never did actually, he only saw it on DVD. Oops!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-8431621885144785905?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8431621885144785905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=8431621885144785905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8431621885144785905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/8431621885144785905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-night-movies.html' title='Monday Night Movie'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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-8178093468732061720.post-6080550227809025137</id><published>2009-01-28T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:27:15.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday night's climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SYFJ2cmfWeI/AAAAAAAAACE/speUWndPGF0/s1600-h/IMG_5366-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296595836503808482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SYFJ2cmfWeI/AAAAAAAAACE/speUWndPGF0/s400/IMG_5366-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan experienced a terrifying ordeal last night - he made a goal to reach the top of the 33' wall, but had never decended from anything higher than 12'. After reaching the top, he spent 10 painfully-long minutes frozen in fear. Glen and I felt sick, knowing we just couldn't go up there and bring him down to safety. He showed us his courage by not only coming down on his own, but going back up once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(On his ascent: The black line by his feet is the 12' mark and he's already looking down nervously!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew monkeying around, and trying to prove to Ethan that you won't drop to your death in decent by kicking off the wall as wildly as possible. Doesn't he look like Peter Pan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SYFK2wpKtdI/AAAAAAAAACM/h05kgFUag_U/s1600-h/IMG_5376-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296596941395375570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SYFK2wpKtdI/AAAAAAAAACM/h05kgFUag_U/s400/IMG_5376-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SYFLU187DRI/AAAAAAAAACU/rSKyp08rLI0/s1600-h/IMG_5382-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296597458216488210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SYFLU187DRI/AAAAAAAAACU/rSKyp08rLI0/s400/IMG_5382-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SYFLU187DRI/AAAAAAAAACU/rSKyp08rLI0/s1600-h/IMG_5382-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8178093468732061720-6080550227809025137?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6080550227809025137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=6080550227809025137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6080550227809025137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6080550227809025137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-nights-climb.html' title='Tuesday night&apos;s climb'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SYFJ2cmfWeI/AAAAAAAAACE/speUWndPGF0/s72-c/IMG_5366-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-3680234132886979848</id><published>2009-01-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:23:00.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's right, no facebook</title><content type='html'>Really, I'm not sure what else I can do here. I can barely keep up on my blog (actually I disappeared for an entire month) yet I'm being told I should facebook. Glen facebooks, Mom facebooks, Glen's Mum facebooks. I know it's bad when my Mom and my husband's Mum are facebooking each other. Not to mention old friends trying to contact me through my Mom on facebook. I'm standing firm. I am not on facebook. No offense though, really. And facebook with my Mom 'cause she's spiffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-3680234132886979848?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3680234132886979848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=3680234132886979848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3680234132886979848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3680234132886979848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-right-no-facebook.html' title='That&apos;s right, no facebook'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-5449287887367878796</id><published>2009-01-19T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:17:03.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost pictureless...</title><content type='html'>Alas, I can't figure out how to get my cell phone pics that I sent to my online tmobile album to save to my computer (although they totally allow photos from your computer to upload to their site!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quick pictureless update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan has earned all of his stripes on his white belt in karate and is preparing to test for his yellow belt in Feb! I'm so proud I could bring a parade with me that day. (note: my pic with this was him swinging nun-chucks around in class and not hitting someone else or himself!) Ethan is working very hard to acheive what his Sifu calls "black belt respect" in all areas of life: household, school, family and martial arts. Wow. And I thought it would be fun for him to learn some moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew is a rock climber. 4 1/2 yrs old and can scale a 33-foot-wall in a few minutes. I took him to our local rec center last weekend on a hunch that he'd like it and the belayer (the guy controlling the other end of the rope Matthew was hanging from) said he has natural talent. He didn't have the proper shoes since the rec center doesn't carry sizes small enough he was good enough in his Vans! Forgive my bragging, but come on, when have I ever seen Matthew tied up, unable to run away and enjoying it? I've committed to take him once a week and he's counting down the days until our next date. (note: pic supposed to be here of him almost at the top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma is hilarious. She finds new ways to add joy to all of our lives. Ethan played this game with her at Christmastime where he told her to lay down on the blanket, then he dragged her (slowly) along the wood floors around the house while she giggled uncontrollably. Matthew taught her that baths are better with splashing, again while she giggled uncontrollably. (good thing it's tile floor and baseboards!) Oh! I have pictures! Thank you Canon Rebel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SXVqt02HAXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6kszpF4H2pc/s1600-h/IMG_5320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293254272556138866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SXVqt02HAXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6kszpF4H2pc/s320/IMG_5320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SXVralL7fCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5X9j6iTukU4/s1600-h/IMG_5289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293255041446804514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SXVralL7fCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5X9j6iTukU4/s320/IMG_5289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-5449287887367878796?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5449287887367878796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=5449287887367878796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5449287887367878796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5449287887367878796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-pictureless.html' title='Almost pictureless...'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SXVqt02HAXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6kszpF4H2pc/s72-c/IMG_5320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-3133869082670698874</id><published>2009-01-09T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:27:22.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who didn't receive our Christmas card: (oh wait, I didn't send them out yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289531796157029842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SWgxJLoS3dI/AAAAAAAAABk/FLy8Tr2wOw4/s400/ChristmasCard2008+-+Page+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-3133869082670698874?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3133869082670698874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=3133869082670698874&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3133869082670698874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/3133869082670698874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SWgxJLoS3dI/AAAAAAAAABk/FLy8Tr2wOw4/s72-c/ChristmasCard2008+-+Page+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-2856904897164998683</id><published>2008-11-27T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:01:35.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SS9XNSraWuI/AAAAAAAAABU/d73HCMiU3gE/s1600-h/IMG_5275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273529574537976546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SS9XNSraWuI/AAAAAAAAABU/d73HCMiU3gE/s320/IMG_5275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-2856904897164998683?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2856904897164998683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=2856904897164998683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2856904897164998683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/2856904897164998683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SS9XNSraWuI/AAAAAAAAABU/d73HCMiU3gE/s72-c/IMG_5275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-485440993871225091</id><published>2008-11-25T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:55:24.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rum Raisin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSzUz4-uweI/AAAAAAAAABM/HnugMZXpj1I/s1600-h/IMG_5269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272823251677921762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSzUz4-uweI/AAAAAAAAABM/HnugMZXpj1I/s320/IMG_5269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSzUzUBBTWI/AAAAAAAAABE/pR7X10K-Rsg/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272823241755413858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSzUzUBBTWI/AAAAAAAAABE/pR7X10K-Rsg/s320/IMG_5264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glen spontaneously decided to paint our family room. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Rum Raisin.&lt;/span&gt; A far cry from the monotonous mushroom brown that has dominated every wall in our house for 5 years! I guess I should have seen it coming since we've already changed 3 rooms in the house in the past year... what is one more? And why not a different color? We're becoming a gallery: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;, green, blue, red. We talked about changing the room over the weekend, but he offically made the decision Monday. He picked up the paint and started priming that night, then painted the first coat of color tonight, with the second coat planned tomorrow. We're hoping to have the furniture and shelves back in place on Thanksgiving. (And I'm planning to add some warm fall colors and beiges to make it cozy!) As I was painting tonight I fell in love with its intensity, richness and warmth. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh! And I found a spiffy help to find a good color scheme for your home, check this out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://porter.voiceofcolor.com/en/colorsensegame/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://porter.voiceofcolor.com/en/colorsensegame/index.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me know what you are!&lt;/span&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/8178093468732061720-485440993871225091?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/485440993871225091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=485440993871225091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/485440993871225091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/485440993871225091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2008/11/rum-raisin.html' title='Rum Raisin'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSzUz4-uweI/AAAAAAAAABM/HnugMZXpj1I/s72-c/IMG_5269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-5326696170873702849</id><published>2008-11-23T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:11:40.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSo_61gUX5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gXHGaVURqQQ/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272096593818181522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSo_61gUX5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gXHGaVURqQQ/s320/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSpCthDLWSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-eIDLGvvv-8/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272099663523830050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSpCthDLWSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-eIDLGvvv-8/s320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSo_6xtmrGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4AuevTmSsqg/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272096592800164962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSo_6xtmrGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4AuevTmSsqg/s320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSo_6UBCQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/DBFrMTMBwJg/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272096584828601186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSo_6UBCQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/DBFrMTMBwJg/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Utes! 48-24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of our win against BYU yesterday, I'm posting pics of when we took Matthew to the Colorado State game a few weeks back. (Ahem, also a victory, 49-16) He was so excited to yell 'Go Utes!' and to wave the victory flag everytime we scored a touchdown. During the second half when he lost interest, he laid under our legs and listened to his ipod. (I was amazed he would sit still for that long) He called the game his 'special time with Dad and Mom'. We might get season tickets for the boys next year, who knows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-5326696170873702849?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5326696170873702849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=5326696170873702849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5326696170873702849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/5326696170873702849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-utes-48-24-in-honor-of-our-win.html' title=''/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iH-kS2Dc0hU/SSo_61gUX5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gXHGaVURqQQ/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8178093468732061720.post-6748080512104434887</id><published>2008-11-21T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:22:11.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've finally given into the Blogging World. I don't promise to be witty like Anne, funny like Cin, creative like Tam, or cheesy like So Seriously Blessed, but I'll keep it honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8178093468732061720-6748080512104434887?l=smallmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6748080512104434887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8178093468732061720&amp;postID=6748080512104434887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6748080512104434887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8178093468732061720/posts/default/6748080512104434887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallmans.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Small World'/><author><name>Smallmans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821537168238170919</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
