<?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-3103069851765777453</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:42:35.812-08:00</updated><category term='Photography'/><category term='journaling'/><category term='travel'/><category term='kiddos'/><category term='j'/><category term='Walk Down Memory Lane'/><category term='fun facts'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Shutterbug Mom of 3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5976946050474732000</id><published>2009-08-17T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:11:27.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>We're teaching another PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SonGNPv76_I/AAAAAAAADAk/oRuiOWGyhGg/s1600-h/flyer+with+layers+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371041961484217330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SonGNPv76_I/AAAAAAAADAk/oRuiOWGyhGg/s400/flyer+with+layers+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that the kids are getting back in school and everyone is through with vacations, Merrily and I are starting up another photography class.  That last one went great.  Everyone left knowing how to use their camera and has greatly improved on their photography skills:&lt;br /&gt;MAKE PICTURES rather than TAKE PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge the flyer to find out the details.  This is a 4 week course: Tues. Sept 8, 15, 22, 29 from 7-9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to ask any questions.  Info on flyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-5976946050474732000?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5976946050474732000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5976946050474732000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5976946050474732000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5976946050474732000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-teaching-another-photography-class.html' title='We&apos;re teaching another PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SonGNPv76_I/AAAAAAAADAk/oRuiOWGyhGg/s72-c/flyer+with+layers+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-930360436788459700</id><published>2009-08-05T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:01:10.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>What Has Lisa Been Up To?</title><content type='html'>SO, WHAT DOES THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRjZ0lN4I/AAAAAAAAC7s/Hs38EgfsOh0/s1600-h/ed409_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691574634067842" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRjZ0lN4I/AAAAAAAAC7s/Hs38EgfsOh0/s400/ed409_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpR2ICj4HI/AAAAAAAAC8U/KqMDzVNa3-s/s1600-h/463+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691896278376562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpR2ICj4HI/AAAAAAAAC8U/KqMDzVNa3-s/s400/463+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS THIS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRke-ljAI/AAAAAAAAC8E/PVTLYRh0lns/s1600-h/ed137_2+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691593198078978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRke-ljAI/AAAAAAAAC8E/PVTLYRh0lns/s400/ed137_2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS THIS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRkFB6gCI/AAAAAAAAC78/koed5Stv-wI/s1600-h/ed047_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691586232713250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRkFB6gCI/AAAAAAAAC78/koed5Stv-wI/s400/ed047_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLUS THIS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRjNCOEXI/AAAAAAAAC7k/rPrVihTL4C8/s1600-h/ed090_16x20+(2+web).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691571201610098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRjNCOEXI/AAAAAAAAC7k/rPrVihTL4C8/s400/ed090_16x20+(2+web).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLUS THIS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRjkmrUfI/AAAAAAAAC70/ivfL8-QD5Jg/s1600-h/ed133+fav_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691577528537586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRjkmrUfI/AAAAAAAAC70/ivfL8-QD5Jg/s400/ed133+fav_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EQUAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpR1lzdZsI/AAAAAAAAC8M/Vaa-aeG0FnU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691887088232130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpR1lzdZsI/AAAAAAAAC8M/Vaa-aeG0FnU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Canon 5D markii   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've wanted this camera since it came out last fall.  So I decided to start saving whatever I could make.  The bill for this one was large so I needed some bigger jobs.  I prayed for opportunities to make the money and within a week I had booked a wedding and 3 family reunions.  A couple weeks later I booked another family reunion and purchased my new toy.  It's fabulous.  I can really tell the difference between this and my old camera.  I've had a lot of people ask what I'm doing with my old camera and sorry folks, I keeping it as a backup.  Anyway, again, I received a miracle to get my camera.  Check out more photos of these shoots &lt;a href="http://clickbella.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/3103069851765777453-930360436788459700?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/930360436788459700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=930360436788459700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/930360436788459700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/930360436788459700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-has-lisa-been-up-to.html' title='What Has Lisa Been Up To?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SnpRjZ0lN4I/AAAAAAAAC7s/Hs38EgfsOh0/s72-c/ed409_1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-6063083075580841907</id><published>2009-06-20T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:05:50.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Weather Forecast for my Wedding Shoot Today!!!</title><content type='html'>Thunderstorms will develop late this morning and this afternoon. Some storms will have large hail, frequent deadly lightning and heavy flooding rain. In other words, some severe storms are anticipated today...especially between about 1 pm and 7 pm. Keep an eye to the sky and head inside of a sturdy building if a strong or severe storm approaches. Lightning is Utah's number one weather related killer. Don't stand under a tree, lift a golf club or become the tallest object in any area, or you may become the latest lightning statistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh yea, wish me luck.  Did I mention the wedding is today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-6063083075580841907?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6063083075580841907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=6063083075580841907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6063083075580841907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6063083075580841907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/weather-forecast-for-my-wedding-shoot.html' title='Weather Forecast for my Wedding Shoot Today!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5467397823181026314</id><published>2009-06-17T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:03:55.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>TWINS turn 5</title><content type='html'>My little babies are growing up.  They turned 5 and are just beautiful, great kids.  They are so much fun and just really sweet.  Jason is so full of energy (which we are trying to direct into positive engery), he is so loving and happy.  Everything is at full speed, so don't get in his path.  He is all boy.  Lizzie is very sweet and all girl.  She really loves her family.  She gets excited to do anything together.  She loves treats and its the perfect thing to bribe her with.  She is very photogenic.  She is the peacemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPT_tZ5wI/AAAAAAAACtk/XnVLNsDj66k/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+276_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533974905513730" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPT_tZ5wI/AAAAAAAACtk/XnVLNsDj66k/s320/edtwins+bday+276_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPT-dY0tI/AAAAAAAACts/owDxFBzuhsk/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+277_1aweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533974569898706" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPT-dY0tI/AAAAAAAACts/owDxFBzuhsk/s320/edtwins+bday+277_1aweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPUFXSfkI/AAAAAAAACt0/fkZPUqVRVuQ/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+286_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533976423366210" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPUFXSfkI/AAAAAAAACt0/fkZPUqVRVuQ/s320/edtwins+bday+286_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPTqi51zI/AAAAAAAACtc/nkUpBq_YHFU/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+266_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533969224324914" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPTqi51zI/AAAAAAAACtc/nkUpBq_YHFU/s320/edtwins+bday+266_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason LOVES animals.  The current animal of choice is a shark.  He got this toy shark and is loving it.  He also got a Shark Bite slip and slide.  He was beyond excited when he opened it.  It came with 3D goggles and was supposed to have the effect of the shark opening his mouth as you slid through it.  Jason was very disappointed when it didn't do that.  He said, "But on the tv it said it opens."  A friend said, "they just say that on the commercial so you'll buy it".  How true it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOxHVszfI/AAAAAAAACtM/8ycg6EdH6uk/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+259_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533375658151410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOxHVszfI/AAAAAAAACtM/8ycg6EdH6uk/s320/edtwins+bday+259_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOxPt8_iI/AAAAAAAACtU/T1F0O7wkTw8/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+260_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533377907359266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOxPt8_iI/AAAAAAAACtU/T1F0O7wkTw8/s320/edtwins+bday+260_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie LOVED her new nightgown.  It actually looks like a dressup so she just went ahead and wore it ALL day long, even as we went out on the town.  She also got a cool Ariel Mermaid Barbie.  It swims in water all by itself.  She has had it in hand ever since she opened it.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOw8zZ0QI/AAAAAAAACtE/U88u3zDxsAw/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+254_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533372829946114" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOw8zZ0QI/AAAAAAAACtE/U88u3zDxsAw/s320/edtwins+bday+254_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOwp3cZMI/AAAAAAAACs8/nVIUx9gAFK0/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+253web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533367746618562" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOwp3cZMI/AAAAAAAACs8/nVIUx9gAFK0/s320/edtwins+bday+253web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOwQi15xI/AAAAAAAACs0/46vDTPNa5Lg/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+250_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533360949323538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnOwQi15xI/AAAAAAAACs0/46vDTPNa5Lg/s320/edtwins+bday+250_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I made them breakfast in bed.  They got pancakes and fruit.  I put some on a plate for her and she said, "it's not my special day, I'll just have oatmeal."  and she did.&lt;br /&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/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMuhXFudI/AAAAAAAACrE/dJXVr-f3biw/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+045web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531132080437714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMuhXFudI/AAAAAAAACrE/dJXVr-f3biw/s320/edtwins+bday+045web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMu5biPKI/AAAAAAAACrM/BdO4Uvu3UKk/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+059web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531138541534370" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMu5biPKI/AAAAAAAACrM/BdO4Uvu3UKk/s320/edtwins+bday+059web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMucMVbaI/AAAAAAAACq8/-fJSgzINxaM/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+034web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531130693152162" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMucMVbaI/AAAAAAAACq8/-fJSgzINxaM/s320/edtwins+bday+034web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMvOaCj0I/AAAAAAAACrc/PHhi8r85n88/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+098web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531144172408642" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMvOaCj0I/AAAAAAAACrc/PHhi8r85n88/s320/edtwins+bday+098web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnNAZqjTgI/AAAAAAAACr8/M5njd74rTJ0/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+159web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531439252229634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnNAZqjTgI/AAAAAAAACr8/M5njd74rTJ0/s320/edtwins+bday+159web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnM_8_53MI/AAAAAAAACrk/AUI2KTHxkqw/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+123web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531431557160130" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnM_8_53MI/AAAAAAAACrk/AUI2KTHxkqw/s320/edtwins+bday+123web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnNAA2QgmI/AAAAAAAACr0/jx-Le6Albi4/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+144web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531432590443106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnNAA2QgmI/AAAAAAAACr0/jx-Le6Albi4/s320/edtwins+bday+144web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Rachel's typical look of "don't take anymore pictures of my mom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnNADCtCdI/AAAAAAAACrs/2gO8z3MNa-w/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+139web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531433179515346" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnNADCtCdI/AAAAAAAACrs/2gO8z3MNa-w/s320/edtwins+bday+139web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnNAnkX07I/AAAAAAAACsE/gTuU9SXqwls/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+174_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531442984407986" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnNAnkX07I/AAAAAAAACsE/gTuU9SXqwls/s320/edtwins+bday+174_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMuxj6UuI/AAAAAAAACrU/RnDnAGmKs7M/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+091+4x6web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531136429183714" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnMuxj6UuI/AAAAAAAACrU/RnDnAGmKs7M/s320/edtwins+bday+091+4x6web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_qdGvsI/AAAAAAAACss/hE3mioNQbX0/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+248_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348532526090993346" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_qdGvsI/AAAAAAAACss/hE3mioNQbX0/s320/edtwins+bday+248_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie got a new helmet and took over the infamous Dora bike.  She did great and is just learning how to ride.  Jason finally was able to give up the Dora bike and got a boy bike.  He was pretty embarrassed to ride the "girl" bike.  We've all made a commitment to work hard to preserve this bike and not run over it.  Notice the shark in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_PDaKYI/AAAAAAAACsM/fFuzHeNb-3w/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+199web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348532518735456642" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_PDaKYI/AAAAAAAACsM/fFuzHeNb-3w/s320/edtwins+bday+199web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_KfpTwI/AAAAAAAACsU/L01b6Wq95Yk/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+206-1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348532517511712514" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_KfpTwI/AAAAAAAACsU/L01b6Wq95Yk/s320/edtwins+bday+206-1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_aLT5XI/AAAAAAAACsc/S4qi_VfjZwQ/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+223web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348532521721390450" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_aLT5XI/AAAAAAAACsc/S4qi_VfjZwQ/s320/edtwins+bday+223web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_g6p6NI/AAAAAAAACsk/n4t-OZhXmSA/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+238web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348532523530578130" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnN_g6p6NI/AAAAAAAACsk/n4t-OZhXmSA/s320/edtwins+bday+238web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Rubio's cause they have "awesome quesadillas" and then to Sno Shack.  They LOVED that.  I usually get Tiger's Blood, my 80's favorite, but Rachel got "BYU" (coconut and blue raspberry) and that may be my new favorite.  We ended the evening at Kangaroo Zoo (a warehouse full of bounce houses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnP9noUXFI/AAAAAAAACuc/efvH96f0Ey8/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+362web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348534689996233810" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnP9noUXFI/AAAAAAAACuc/efvH96f0Ey8/s320/edtwins+bday+362web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnP9WwUhKI/AAAAAAAACuU/3NurdLjfYq8/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+326web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348534685466395810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnP9WwUhKI/AAAAAAAACuU/3NurdLjfYq8/s320/edtwins+bday+326web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPUVE2kLI/AAAAAAAACt8/cSfabJydA28/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+298web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348533980641005746" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPUVE2kLI/AAAAAAAACt8/cSfabJydA28/s320/edtwins+bday+298web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnP9MCKSnI/AAAAAAAACuM/kqoa8vHlAqE/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+315web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348534682588433010" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnP9MCKSnI/AAAAAAAACuM/kqoa8vHlAqE/s320/edtwins+bday+315web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnP8x9OS1I/AAAAAAAACuE/FoAy6g02rHQ/s1600-h/edtwins+bday+300web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348534675588402002" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnP8x9OS1I/AAAAAAAACuE/FoAy6g02rHQ/s320/edtwins+bday+300web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my three beautiful babies.  I sure am blessed to be their mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-5467397823181026314?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5467397823181026314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5467397823181026314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5467397823181026314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5467397823181026314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/twins-turn-5.html' title='TWINS turn 5'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjnPT_tZ5wI/AAAAAAAACtk/XnVLNsDj66k/s72-c/edtwins+bday+276_1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-6447306280116276052</id><published>2009-06-10T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:30:47.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>My Little Graduates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjvmdUE3I/AAAAAAAACq0/nJLxq6f7JhY/s1600-h/ed0928x10+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952795861455730" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjvmdUE3I/AAAAAAAACq0/nJLxq6f7JhY/s400/ed0928x10+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjvRFv-PI/AAAAAAAACqs/aN7YNbk8a2g/s1600-h/ed248+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952790125476082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjvRFv-PI/AAAAAAAACqs/aN7YNbk8a2g/s400/ed248+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjvLqG1zI/AAAAAAAACqk/DzU_fwke4o8/s1600-h/ed224+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952788667356978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjvLqG1zI/AAAAAAAACqk/DzU_fwke4o8/s400/ed224+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjuydobrI/AAAAAAAACqc/mkCniLpNQxw/s1600-h/ed209+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952781904146098" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjuydobrI/AAAAAAAACqc/mkCniLpNQxw/s400/ed209+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjuXwYgFI/AAAAAAAACqU/Nn7PQHNBRDk/s1600-h/ed195+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952774735036498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjuXwYgFI/AAAAAAAACqU/Nn7PQHNBRDk/s400/ed195+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjaoLXKyI/AAAAAAAACqM/HGMkGYeysB4/s1600-h/ed189+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952435545778978" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjaoLXKyI/AAAAAAAACqM/HGMkGYeysB4/s400/ed189+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjaXK05sI/AAAAAAAACp8/en_OXHnQW8w/s1600-h/ed186+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952430980130498" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjaXK05sI/AAAAAAAACp8/en_OXHnQW8w/s400/ed186+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjauaFNbI/AAAAAAAACqE/l3YTxYGWLzM/s1600-h/ed188+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952437218129330" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjauaFNbI/AAAAAAAACqE/l3YTxYGWLzM/s400/ed188+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjaPjismI/AAAAAAAACp0/O8dC8YlwjdM/s1600-h/ed125+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952428936311394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjaPjismI/AAAAAAAACp0/O8dC8YlwjdM/s400/ed125+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjZ_ivmuI/AAAAAAAACps/4Jy6ztpTi7g/s1600-h/ed105+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952424637995746" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjZ_ivmuI/AAAAAAAACps/4Jy6ztpTi7g/s400/ed105+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who stole my babies and dressed them up in these caps and gowns. Stop growning up!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-6447306280116276052?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6447306280116276052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=6447306280116276052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6447306280116276052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6447306280116276052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-graduates.html' title='My Little Graduates'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SjCjvmdUE3I/AAAAAAAACq0/nJLxq6f7JhY/s72-c/ed0928x10+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-9017205718810420425</id><published>2009-06-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:12:33.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>Summer Vacation: Day 1</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not going to journal every summer day.  But, I thought we had a great first day.  We started with jobs, they were all lollygaggers so they each got an additional job.  Then we went to tball practice.  Then I had my weekly summer babysitter come for a couple of hours while I did WHATEVER I wanted to.  Then we set up the slip n slide and they had an absolute BLAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV3P9DsF9I/AAAAAAAACnA/5Jf1FrrIMgY/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+097+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807648916740050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV3P9DsF9I/AAAAAAAACnA/5Jf1FrrIMgY/s400/edsummer+day+1+097+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV3PtI4ZdI/AAAAAAAACm4/qiaHmG3ku4U/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+084+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807644643550674" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV3PtI4ZdI/AAAAAAAACm4/qiaHmG3ku4U/s400/edsummer+day+1+084+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2jogOaAI/AAAAAAAACmg/OkqinpD8zqM/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+027+bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806887485040642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2jogOaAI/AAAAAAAACmg/OkqinpD8zqM/s400/edsummer+day+1+027+bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2jzsKeqI/AAAAAAAACmo/-Qz5eYdbaek/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+023+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806890487904930" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2jzsKeqI/AAAAAAAACmo/-Qz5eYdbaek/s400/edsummer+day+1+023+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2jWEY6vI/AAAAAAAACmY/GN0-GzEnF0U/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+142+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806882536450802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2jWEY6vI/AAAAAAAACmY/GN0-GzEnF0U/s400/edsummer+day+1+142+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2jbYka7I/AAAAAAAACmQ/2rjEecY1C-8/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+145+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806883963268018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2jbYka7I/AAAAAAAACmQ/2rjEecY1C-8/s400/edsummer+day+1+145+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2j-i1KZI/AAAAAAAACmw/bRfRpUtcyqg/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+105+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806893401549202" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV2j-i1KZI/AAAAAAAACmw/bRfRpUtcyqg/s400/edsummer+day+1+105+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17g-BCWI/AAAAAAAACmA/S9p-v_uNE_U/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+050+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806198267742562" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17g-BCWI/AAAAAAAACmA/S9p-v_uNE_U/s400/edsummer+day+1+050+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17YeMwYI/AAAAAAAACl4/Mmd1qSZ3QvY/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+148+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806195986809218" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17YeMwYI/AAAAAAAACl4/Mmd1qSZ3QvY/s400/edsummer+day+1+148+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a bbq in the backyard and Jason is the funniest...he stuffs chips into everything.  If there is a place to stuff, he stuffs... and LOVEs it.  Lizzie finally learned how to pump on the swing.  This will free up a lot of my time.  YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17Fw9kJI/AAAAAAAAClw/3TvKbLPS4_w/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+158+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806190965231762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17Fw9kJI/AAAAAAAAClw/3TvKbLPS4_w/s400/edsummer+day+1+158+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17DMoksI/AAAAAAAAClo/puCvF3HCrek/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+157+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806190275990210" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17DMoksI/AAAAAAAAClo/puCvF3HCrek/s400/edsummer+day+1+157+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17q7vH5I/AAAAAAAACmI/OFq_4DH5Qn0/s1600-h/edsummer+day+1+166+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806200942534546" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV17q7vH5I/AAAAAAAACmI/OFq_4DH5Qn0/s400/edsummer+day+1+166+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-9017205718810420425?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9017205718810420425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=9017205718810420425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/9017205718810420425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/9017205718810420425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-vacation-day-1.html' title='Summer Vacation: Day 1'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SiV3P9DsF9I/AAAAAAAACnA/5Jf1FrrIMgY/s72-c/edsummer+day+1+097+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1435215805175239701</id><published>2009-05-28T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:32:24.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sh70hvS3NnI/AAAAAAAACk4/e_Q98rheG40/s1600-h/edzandl+231+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340975068576429682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sh70hvS3NnI/AAAAAAAACk4/e_Q98rheG40/s400/edzandl+231+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this picture.  She is getting very comfy with this posing stuff:)&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/3103069851765777453-1435215805175239701?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1435215805175239701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1435215805175239701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1435215805175239701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1435215805175239701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-busy-bee.html' title='My Busy Bee'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sh70hvS3NnI/AAAAAAAACk4/e_Q98rheG40/s72-c/edzandl+231+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4431886008612462268</id><published>2009-05-21T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:49:16.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>PHOTOGRAPHY WORKSHOP</title><content type='html'>We are starting our next Photography Workshop in June.  This is for beginners and those with some experience also.  You will learn how to use your digital SLR, how to set your own exposure on manual, how to see and use light, how to compose an interesting, creative, and emotional image.  Come join us.  Email me at &lt;a href="mailto:lisa@clickbella.com"&gt;lisa@clickbella.com&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/ShWvjdP-eKI/AAAAAAAACjI/zGB5eGB4E2c/s1600-h/flyer+single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338365956999510178" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/ShWvjdP-eKI/AAAAAAAACjI/zGB5eGB4E2c/s400/flyer+single.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/ShWu6EShHSI/AAAAAAAACjA/TmoUnSwakbs/s1600-h/workshop+flyer+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3103069851765777453-4431886008612462268?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4431886008612462268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4431886008612462268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4431886008612462268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4431886008612462268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/photography-workshop.html' title='PHOTOGRAPHY WORKSHOP'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/ShWvjdP-eKI/AAAAAAAACjI/zGB5eGB4E2c/s72-c/flyer+single.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5528652447245138644</id><published>2009-04-30T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:44:39.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Workshop 1 halfway done</title><content type='html'>We finished our second class tonight.  We have such a great group .  I've really enjoyed taking specific pictures to use for examples.  It's a good opportunity to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SfqJKW3OVSI/AAAAAAAACeA/S5ZoewZNFZM/s1600-h/shape+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330723919975306530" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SfqJKW3OVSI/AAAAAAAACeA/S5ZoewZNFZM/s400/shape+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SfqJKKV-8NI/AAAAAAAACd4/TfQcJ-Hn5aY/s1600-h/ss+1b+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330723916614660306" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SfqJKKV-8NI/AAAAAAAACd4/TfQcJ-Hn5aY/s400/ss+1b+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who feel like you're missing all the fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SfqJJ8gwr-I/AAAAAAAACdw/FPwg-U2ZMWc/s1600-h/ed100+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330723912901767138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SfqJJ8gwr-I/AAAAAAAACdw/FPwg-U2ZMWc/s400/ed100+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are planning another workshop for June.  Email me for more info.&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/3103069851765777453-5528652447245138644?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5528652447245138644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5528652447245138644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5528652447245138644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5528652447245138644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/workshop-1-halfway-done.html' title='Workshop 1 halfway done'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SfqJKW3OVSI/AAAAAAAACeA/S5ZoewZNFZM/s72-c/shape+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1180276450243390205</id><published>2009-04-20T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:47:34.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>Oh, this sounds enticing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Se1P1xoQmWI/AAAAAAAACcY/Z5lwUlRO8gc/s1600-h/ed0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327001719523023202" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Se1P1xoQmWI/AAAAAAAACcY/Z5lwUlRO8gc/s400/ed0749.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/3103069851765777453-1180276450243390205?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1180276450243390205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1180276450243390205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1180276450243390205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1180276450243390205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-this-sounds-enticing.html' title='Oh, this sounds enticing'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Se1P1xoQmWI/AAAAAAAACcY/Z5lwUlRO8gc/s72-c/ed0749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5821137653519240055</id><published>2009-04-04T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:50:34.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>PHOTOGRAPHY WORKSHOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sdg3NkZXO3I/AAAAAAAACbM/WqCgMHVP-Qk/s1600-h/ed334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321063665986124658" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sdg3NkZXO3I/AAAAAAAACbM/WqCgMHVP-Qk/s400/ed334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sdg3NXi9e9I/AAAAAAAACbE/HpdN0ex2kgg/s1600-h/104_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I taught a little photography workshop for point and shoot cameras in Enrichment and since then I've had some people ask me teach a workshop for their SLR camera. My friend and fellow photographer, Merrily, has had people ask her as well so we decided to team up and put together THE FUNNEST, MOST INTERESTING AND INFORMATIVE PHOTOGRAPHY WORKSHOP EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are super exicited about it and think everyone and anyone will benefit from it. So, below is the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SdgwSFhOThI/AAAAAAAACa0/cUwQofhIGg8/s1600-h/109_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SdgwRxBAMdI/AAAAAAAACak/GO8YY37-l7Y/s1600-h/mallory+102+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321056041511694802" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SdgwRxBAMdI/AAAAAAAACak/GO8YY37-l7Y/s400/mallory+102+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SdgwSF4vzfI/AAAAAAAACas/a052iz6w1zY/s1600-h/brooks+collage+12x24+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321056047114210802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SdgwSF4vzfI/AAAAAAAACas/a052iz6w1zY/s400/brooks+collage+12x24+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can click on this image to see how cute our flyer is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SdgwR-JaYWI/AAAAAAAACac/yQ4sVKgNpsg/s1600-h/workshop+flyer+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321056045036626274" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SdgwR-JaYWI/AAAAAAAACac/yQ4sVKgNpsg/s400/workshop+flyer+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This class is for beginners with little or no experience AND those with some experience who want to brush up, get a new perspective, talk shop!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will learn: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to use you SLR including all those settings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to expose a photo properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compose interesting and emotional images including flattering techniques for posing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn how to see and use light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take more creative photos of everyday life, special events, travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need an SLR camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will have a shooting assignment each week. The last class will include a photoshoot with models.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The workshop will be held in Cedar Hills. It's four weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs. Apr 23, Apr. 30, May 7, May 16 from 7-9 (May 16 will be from 4-7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cost is $100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To register please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:lisa@clickbella.com"&gt;lisa@clickbella.com&lt;/a&gt; Payment due at time of registration to reserve you spot. Only 12 spots available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Update: the workshop is filling up fast. Only 4 spots left.&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/3103069851765777453-5821137653519240055?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5821137653519240055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5821137653519240055' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5821137653519240055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5821137653519240055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/photography-workshop.html' title='PHOTOGRAPHY WORKSHOP'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sdg3NkZXO3I/AAAAAAAACbM/WqCgMHVP-Qk/s72-c/ed334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-981173706692887706</id><published>2009-03-16T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:22:34.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>CHUMMY JOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sb8kl4M2fqI/AAAAAAAACVU/c6fLRZsFQk0/s1600-h/ed048+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314006318480522914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sb8kl4M2fqI/AAAAAAAACVU/c6fLRZsFQk0/s400/ed048+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the other night I made these homemade "oreos".  My kids LOVED them.  They were eating them outside and when they came in they said, "Those were yummy Chummy Joes."  I was like, "What in the world is a Chummy Joe?"  They told me it was their name for the oreos.  I asked why and they said that on Sponge Bob they put chum on a bun and called them Chum Sandwiches.  Well, Jason LOVES sloppy  joes so he put the two together and Voila, Chummy Joes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-981173706692887706?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/981173706692887706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=981173706692887706' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/981173706692887706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/981173706692887706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/03/chummy-joes.html' title='CHUMMY JOES'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Sb8kl4M2fqI/AAAAAAAACVU/c6fLRZsFQk0/s72-c/ed048+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8108165235197988748</id><published>2009-03-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:28:30.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Where Have You Gone, Lisa, dear, Lisa dear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SbiJhZqLuwI/AAAAAAAACVM/kegidjyY6tQ/s1600-h/ed2378small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312146967400004354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SbiJhZqLuwI/AAAAAAAACVM/kegidjyY6tQ/s320/ed2378small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, it's been quite a hyatis I've been on.  And hate to say it, but...it's been great.  I was feeling very overwhelmed and busy with blogging, facebook, photography, editing, scrapbooking, family, church, etc, etc.  When I taught Gospel Doctrine I often shared the quote: "Put the things of God first and everything else will either fall into place or fall out of your life."  So, I decided to practice what I preach.  I stopped it all (ok, just the extracurricular stuff) and focused on more important things.  I found that I couldn't care less about facebook, I enjoyed the break from blogging, although I do still like it.  I wasn't in the mood for scrapbooking, editing will always be there, still love photography but took a little breather, didn't stress about getting my "BellaPhoto 365 project" up to date. (that was a huge stress).  Anyways, it's been good.  But, I will fill you in a bit on the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I did a "sell your soul" diet...HCG: 500 cal. a day!!!  It was terrible and we only did 2 of the 3 weeks.  BUT...I lost 13 lbs in 14 days.  AHHHHH that was the best part.  Now, it's about keeping it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: we've noticed that he holds his books and DS really close to his eyes.  So, I took him to the eye doctor and turns out he has terrible eyesight.  While asking the doc questions we asked when he could get contacts and the doc said, "NOW!!!"  What?  whoever heard of a 4 1/2 yr of wearing contacts.  He suggested we try it out for a couple of weeks.  So, he put them in me first to show Jason how easy it was.  I wasn't the best example.  I was in tears, moving my head allover.  Get that thing out of my eye.  Jason was much better.  When we went outside he started pointing things out like, "hey, there's an American Flag", "I see green", "there's a C"  When we got home I asked it he saw anything he's never seen before.  He said, "the mountains"  How sad, my little boy couldn't even see the mountains which we live right by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he got them in and after 5 days (he's supposed to be able to only take them out once a week to clean them)  So, his eyes were so swollen and red.  So we took them out to give his eyes a rest and now we can't get them back in.  We've tried everyday for three days and still can't do it.  Even my neighbor came over to try.  What do we do?  Maybe just go with the glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a maternigy shoot of one of my former students.  I met her almost 15 years ago when she was 13.  Now she's married, having her 2nd baby.  It was so fun and she's a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had strep throat for the first time (I think) in my life.  It hurt BAD!!!!  I think I'll have a little more compassion for my kids when they have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enjoying "Late Night with Jimmy Fallon"  We DVR it then watch it the next day.  It is really funny and has a little SNL skit vibe to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a lot too.  I read the "Great and Terrible Beauty"  series which I enjoyed and finished the "Great and Terrible" series by Chris Stewart.  I'm reading "Mistborn" by Brandon Sanderson cause it's one of Rick's favorites.  I've read TONS of photography related stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I accomplished a lot more in this past month, but everything else is just LIFE.  It's been good and I'll blog when I can, but it's gotta fall into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-8108165235197988748?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8108165235197988748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8108165235197988748' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8108165235197988748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8108165235197988748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-have-you-gone-lisa-dear-lisa-dear.html' title='Where Have You Gone, Lisa, dear, Lisa dear?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SbiJhZqLuwI/AAAAAAAACVM/kegidjyY6tQ/s72-c/ed2378small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1742939354281405918</id><published>2009-02-11T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:12:34.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SZOvK5CIw0I/AAAAAAAACTc/zoCFXGegfrE/s1600-h/present.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301773787988542274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SZOvK5CIw0I/AAAAAAAACTc/zoCFXGegfrE/s400/present.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how it works:~The first 5 people to respond to this post will get something made by me. My choice. For you!~This offer does have some restrictions and limitations.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What I create will be just for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It will be done this year (anytime).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You have no clue what it is going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or an article on how to properly wash your face before a masque. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I reserve the right to do something completely strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same thing to the first 5 people who do the same on their blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me that they did, win a FABULOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-1742939354281405918?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1742939354281405918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1742939354281405918' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1742939354281405918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1742939354281405918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-fun.html' title='JUST FOR FUN'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SZOvK5CIw0I/AAAAAAAACTc/zoCFXGegfrE/s72-c/present.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8297371269370329419</id><published>2009-02-04T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:53:01.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>How Many Bikes Does a Little Boy Get?</title><content type='html'>Last summer Jason left his bike out and Rick ran over it.  So, being a little boy who needs a bike, we bought him a new bigger one.  Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SYoacoMOXpI/AAAAAAAACS0/u99P2w7ztOM/s1600-h/ed009+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299076990682160786" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SYoacoMOXpI/AAAAAAAACS0/u99P2w7ztOM/s400/ed009+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week he left it behind Rick's truck and bam!!! Bent the back wheel all up.  So, being a little boy who needs a bike we went to the store and bought a new, bigger bike.  Now he's up to a 16", Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SYoacp779oI/AAAAAAAACSs/G4gwqIu_5IQ/s1600-h/ed004+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299076991150716546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SYoacp779oI/AAAAAAAACSs/G4gwqIu_5IQ/s400/ed004+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 3 days of bringing this one home.  Not even enough time to take off the training wheels or the cardboard in the spokes, he leaves it behind my car and bam!!!  The seat flew off, the handle bars bent down and the front wheel all bent out of shape.  So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SYoacU9jY3I/AAAAAAAACSk/V2c9HthuaqE/s1600-h/ed007+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299076985520350066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SYoacU9jY3I/AAAAAAAACSk/V2c9HthuaqE/s400/ed007+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do for a little boy who needs his bike?  We're thinking of making him ride Rachel's Dora bike til his bday in the summer and getting Rachel a new bigger bike which would fit her better.  Any ideas?  he doesn't have any money, no real allowance, earning the $$ would take past his bday anyway.&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/3103069851765777453-8297371269370329419?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8297371269370329419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8297371269370329419' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8297371269370329419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8297371269370329419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-many-bikes-does-little-boy-get.html' title='How Many Bikes Does a Little Boy Get?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SYoacoMOXpI/AAAAAAAACS0/u99P2w7ztOM/s72-c/ed009+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-6939185437895675299</id><published>2009-02-02T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:07:27.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>I CAN'T DO IT ALL</title><content type='html'>"I can't do everything, I know because I've tried."  That is a favorite little tune my former roommate Julie used to sing as she walked in the door.  Well, that's how I'm feeling.  Now what am I feeling overwhelmed about?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can't keep up on 3 blogs and facebook, and my actual life.  I've tried and I just can't do it.  I don't check facebook very often but I keep adding friends then they comment, then I comment, then I want to check out these new friends and it goes on and on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What about you?  Which do you like better?  Do you keep up on both, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-6939185437895675299?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6939185437895675299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=6939185437895675299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6939185437895675299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6939185437895675299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-do-it-all.html' title='I CAN&apos;T DO IT ALL'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8246217519788845471</id><published>2009-01-20T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:12:36.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Lord, are you there?  Did you hear my prayer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why yes, as a matter of fact He did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293527602339192482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXZjTtonHqI/AAAAAAAACMI/6bd79gSyzJ8/s400/xbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXZjT1kdtDI/AAAAAAAACMQ/v4E8UtvLvz4/s1600-h/babes+in+arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293527604469281842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXZjT1kdtDI/AAAAAAAACMQ/v4E8UtvLvz4/s400/babes+in+arms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So a couple of months ago we were getting so frustrated with our desktop computer cause it was sooooo slow.  Rick told me my pictures were taking up too much room and I needed to take some off.  So, I made cd's of all my photo shoots and took those off, and I moved all of my family photos from 2005 and earlier over to an external harddrive.    I was still scrapping 2006 and forward so I left them.  My plan was to make CD's of those family photos but just hadn't done it yet. (uh oh...)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, a couple of weeks later I was editing some pictures for a family at the kitchen table.   And my sweet little Lizzie Busy Bee walked by and tripped over the cord of the external hard drive and pulled it off the table onto the tile floor.  I was mortified.  I plugged it back in and to my surprise at miracles it still worked.  So, I moved to the other side of the table and threatened everyone with their lives if they didn't stay away from that side (which is completely out of the way).  Within seconds, and I mean seconds...Lizzie walked right up to the cord and tripped over it AGAIN and if fell to it's death.  I plugged it back in, but to no avail.  I was devestated...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On this harddrive were all of my kids baby pictures as they were born in 02 and 04.  All of our family's pix from 05 and earlier, everything I had spent hours scanning in from my childhood, and several photos from 2008 that I just hadn't edited yet.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I prayed to have them restored, Rick prayed to have them restored, my kids prayed to have them restored...BUT, they were not restored.  We took the drive to a pro to see if they could, but the drive was too damaged.  When I had prayed about it I felt an overwhelming peace.  I really felt like I could get them back.  I searched everywhere on my computer, memory cards, blogs, laptops, etc. to scrounge up whatever pictures I could find.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally came to the resolution that the peaceful feeling I had was the Lord saying, "it's alright Lisa, in the big scheme of things, this isn't that bad.  At least you have hard copies of most of what you lost and you were able to find a few baby pictures of your kids."  I felt very peaceful about it and as long as I didn't think about it, I was fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then...last night my very slow computer didn't have enough space for some pix I was downloading.  I went in search of files I could delete to make room.  When what in the world is this file I came across, that I have never seen before called, "Copy of My Pictures".  I clicked on it with hesitation because what if?  just what if?  And what I beheld brought tears to my eyes...In this file were all of my family pictures through 2005 and nothing more.  It was as if this file contained the first half of our lives and the "real" My Pictures contained the second half.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I cried, I realized that yes, the Lord did hear my prayers, He did send me peace, the feeling I had that I would find them really was true.  But, I had to wait for the right time.  He didn't forget me and this silly little thing that was so important to me.  I am so thankful and grateful for the Lord, and the feelings of the spirit that let me know that all will be well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, about my ipod and my spare car keys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-8246217519788845471?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8246217519788845471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8246217519788845471' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8246217519788845471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8246217519788845471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-are-you-there-did-you-hear-my.html' title='Lord, are you there?  Did you hear my prayer?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXZjTtonHqI/AAAAAAAACMI/6bd79gSyzJ8/s72-c/xbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8194939728040423082</id><published>2009-01-15T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:08:49.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>They say it's your birthday: nana nana na na...</title><content type='html'>As I was scrappin my family 2007 book, I realized that I never have pictures of my birthday cause I'm always the one who takes the pictures and no one ever takes them of my events. SO...I decided that this year I would catalogue the day. Here's how I got to where I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 YRS OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5j-0SRSI/AAAAAAAACJo/Iv_sl2fTIw0/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+baby+Lisa+ball+5x5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652114992481570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5j-0SRSI/AAAAAAAACJo/Iv_sl2fTIw0/s400/Copy+of+Copy+of+baby+Lisa+ball+5x5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 YRS OLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291655857835283874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-891_jFaI/AAAAAAAACJw/7w34hhywJ5I/s400/page+5445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 YRS OLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291663949801433330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW_EU26nqPI/AAAAAAAACKA/7hPpisrUECo/s400/page+5446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;31 YRS OLD: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291733729968591570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXADymS7EtI/AAAAAAAACKQ/f_h-E4VmRvg/s400/ed5447+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;41 yrs old: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291736881991919890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXAGqEf2KRI/AAAAAAAACKY/gr91vGuNdZI/s400/ed7540+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awakened by a phone call from the "birthday fairy" informing me that a bday "Diet Coke" was on my porch waiting for me. What a wonderful way to begin a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRESENTS THAT TRULY COME FROM THE HEART:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lizzie: all smiles and let me take pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5jnIaQrI/AAAAAAAACJg/2-5BOQdqIUk/s1600-h/ed7500+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652108634440370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5jnIaQrI/AAAAAAAACJg/2-5BOQdqIUk/s400/ed7500+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel: did her jobs without me asking...she woke me up with everything done. (probably the best present ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5jEhf9HI/AAAAAAAACJI/FqCrhYPmq4E/s1600-h/ed7470+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652099344430194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5jEhf9HI/AAAAAAAACJI/FqCrhYPmq4E/s400/ed7470+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason: our family's universal sign of "I LOVE YOU" and a knuckle bump.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652104482789586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5jXqlGNI/AAAAAAAACJQ/SCyzG1dynuw/s400/ed7474+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4pL072wI/AAAAAAAACJA/o55Wu2j4zHQ/s1600-h/ed7468+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291651104872585986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4pL072wI/AAAAAAAACJA/o55Wu2j4zHQ/s400/ed7468+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rick for taking care of the essentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652105359276530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5ja7jOfI/AAAAAAAACJY/yQDZCdxa_Gs/s400/ed7481+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4o3d278I/AAAAAAAACI4/lHtnbfSVIks/s1600-h/ed7452+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291651099407085506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4o3d278I/AAAAAAAACI4/lHtnbfSVIks/s400/ed7452+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291666384155495314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW_Gijl2y5I/AAAAAAAACKI/fb7pPOxpi8Y/s400/ed7510+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lunch at Kneaders with my bestest bud since Jr. High, Nina. I LOVE the raspberry bread pudding there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4o25js1I/AAAAAAAACIw/n6PVlTp8SoA/s1600-h/ed7443+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291651099254829906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4o25js1I/AAAAAAAACIw/n6PVlTp8SoA/s400/ed7443+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4ooBa34I/AAAAAAAACIo/3b5Nn8b77zA/s1600-h/ed7437+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291651095261273986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4ooBa34I/AAAAAAAACIo/3b5Nn8b77zA/s400/ed7437+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4oRBFtdI/AAAAAAAACIg/TerdRRLYulw/s1600-h/ed7433+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291651089085871570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-4oRBFtdI/AAAAAAAACIg/TerdRRLYulw/s400/ed7433+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next: dinner with the kids and hopefully a gift of some $$$ to buy photography equipment. Hey, it's expensive...anyone need a photoshoot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291736890084416418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXAGqipP26I/AAAAAAAACKg/oXxtdaMAimg/s400/ed7554+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291736900259646082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXAGrIjNioI/AAAAAAAACKo/nktP1eIzX_U/s400/ed7569+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291736906269681282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SXAGre8HZoI/AAAAAAAACKw/f7TO4wLUg3g/s400/ed7580+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a really great day. So much outpouring of love. Thanks to you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-8194939728040423082?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8194939728040423082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8194939728040423082' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8194939728040423082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8194939728040423082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-say-its-your-birthday-nana-nana-na.html' title='They say it&apos;s your birthday: nana nana na na...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SW-5j-0SRSI/AAAAAAAACJo/Iv_sl2fTIw0/s72-c/Copy+of+Copy+of+baby+Lisa+ball+5x5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2669421624362293427</id><published>2009-01-12T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:58:06.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>3 days before my 41st birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, why would this day be important? It is a milestone in my family that each sibling prays they get to. So far, 4 of the 5 kids have passed this day with flying colors. The last sibling still has a few years to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So again I ask, why would this day be important? My dad died 3 days before his 41st birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290533939453840946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWvAlmVLTjI/AAAAAAAACHU/66LwRmGsgas/s400/Copy+of+Copy+of+dad+1978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWvEISZwZ7I/AAAAAAAACHc/-V9zN5eNO2c/s1600-h/edpage+5444+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290537833934645170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWvEISZwZ7I/AAAAAAAACHc/-V9zN5eNO2c/s400/edpage+5444+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was 30 1/2 yrs ago. I was 10 and a half. I thought he was so old, but the closer I got to this age, the more I realized he wasn't that old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night as I lay in bed I told Rick, "In case I die at 4:00am, I love you and the kids". I didn't expect to die, but you never know, neither did my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I've been reflecting back on my life, wondering if I were to leave mortality at this young age, have I accomplished what I wanted to? Have I left a mark for good? Have I worked out my salvation before the Lord? I think I have on all accounts. I of course don't want to be done, I want to raise my kids, spend a wonderful retirement with my fabulous husband, and I have so many things I still want to do and accomplish. But, it's been nice to look back on my life thus far and feel good about what I've accomplished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've born three beautiful children; raised them through toddlerhood, married my best friend; served a life-changing mission to Geneva, Switzerland; received a bachelor's degree in Humanities/French teaching; received a master's degree in Education: curriculum design and instruction; traveled all over the US/Canada/Europe/Mexico; bought and 4 yrs away from paying off a house; served in many capacities in my church: my favorite being gospel doctrine teacher; learned a new skill and turned it into a business: photography; learned how to tap dance and still LOVE it after all these years. Taught Jr. High French (hello all you former students: I love you all); developed so many wonderful friendships over the years; and the list goes on and on. Mostly, I have a testimony of Jesus Christ as my Savior and I look forward to the time I stand before Him and say as Paul said,"I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, on this 3rd day before my 41st birthday I wish to say to you all, I'm alive and well and very happy. I am surrounded by a beautiful loving family and pray that I can spend at least 41 yrs (-3 days) more with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290545107999569714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWvKvsZ-tzI/AAAAAAAACHk/wgDTo0PL6FE/s400/ed2388+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-2669421624362293427?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2669421624362293427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2669421624362293427' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2669421624362293427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2669421624362293427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-days-before-my-41st-birthday.html' title='3 days before my 41st birthday!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWvAlmVLTjI/AAAAAAAACHU/66LwRmGsgas/s72-c/Copy+of+Copy+of+dad+1978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-6651871339526003443</id><published>2009-01-07T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:02:34.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>NEW BLOG: BellaPhoto 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWWTJPgswGI/AAAAAAAACG0/z0Qyk7QmSNM/s1600-h/ed365+037_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795124408303714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWWTJPgswGI/AAAAAAAACG0/z0Qyk7QmSNM/s400/ed365+037_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWWTIXvEXxI/AAAAAAAACGs/URJN-oW95Vk/s1600-h/ed365+009_2+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795109436186386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWWTIXvEXxI/AAAAAAAACGs/URJN-oW95Vk/s400/ed365+009_2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been wanting to do this little quest for a while now, so a new year brings new challanges. I've started a new blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellaphoto365.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://bellaphoto365.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; which is: 365 creative pictures by the end of the year which &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AREN'T MY CHILDREN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or other portraits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There may be parts of people, but not portraits. I thought about posting 1 a day BUT I know that will NEVER happen, so I'll try my best for one a day, but really, just 365 by December 31, 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a way to document through the eyes of a photographer. I see things so differently than I used to. I see things I want to photograph all day long, every where I go, everywhere I look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, with camera in tow, I'm going to try to capture it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've made a link on my sidebar under "my photography blogs" and also on the sidebar of my BellaPhoto website. ENJOY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3103069851765777453-6651871339526003443?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6651871339526003443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=6651871339526003443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6651871339526003443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6651871339526003443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog-bellaphoto-365.html' title='NEW BLOG: BellaPhoto 365'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWWTJPgswGI/AAAAAAAACG0/z0Qyk7QmSNM/s72-c/ed365+037_1+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-3874376530142898073</id><published>2009-01-06T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:59:24.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Few Pix from Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288420416093664482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-WWQvtOI/AAAAAAAACFc/ZrBRfoftd5M/s400/edchristmas08+081+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas Eve we play bingo for presents with Rick's family. The kids love it cause they always get new jammies and a fun toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288420404048424402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-VpY77dI/AAAAAAAACFM/ohXF-oz1YRg/s400/edchristmas08+041+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288420409423319058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-V9aaUBI/AAAAAAAACFU/VdXzLa5ZcgI/s400/edchristmas08+059+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the favorite presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-qi7srbI/AAAAAAAACF0/t1qSvrz8p84/s1600-h/edchristmas08+166+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288420763092430258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-qi7srbI/AAAAAAAACF0/t1qSvrz8p84/s400/edchristmas08+166+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;American Girl "Julie" and Madame Alexander Girl "Kit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ben 10 Omnitrix watch. (that smirk is not a smirk, it is actually Jason's "Ben 10 smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ9u6fhwqI/AAAAAAAACFE/UXwC5xw4weI/s1600-h/edchristmas08+207_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419738624574114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ9u6fhwqI/AAAAAAAACFE/UXwC5xw4weI/s400/edchristmas08+207_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking for a good game for young kids? Try "smart boys" or "smart girls". It is a bunch of fun little preschool type games. My kids LOVED them. Lizzie also LOVED "Dora Mermaid" although it is very short. She figured it out and completed the game twice on Christmas Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288420772841627426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-rHQFnyI/AAAAAAAACGE/cBDjPjplBcE/s400/edchristmas08+180+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288420414601236930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-WQs7EcI/AAAAAAAACFk/Pyw3-uVRrM4/s400/edchristmas08+116+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We made a really yummy creme brulee. My brother made a "to die for" bread pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ9uvIk3oI/AAAAAAAACE8/5EoNAYiewrU/s1600-h/edchristmas08+193+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288420768467173394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-q29IwBI/AAAAAAAACF8/7LygPKLaO0w/s400/edchristmas08+178+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a pleasant, peaceful day. We didn't have to go anywhere cause my family came to us. It snowed and snowed all day long. But it was a perfect finishing touch to a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288426852088727618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWREM-NiyEI/AAAAAAAACGU/BpozHGgcNNs/s400/edchristmas08+128+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-3874376530142898073?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3874376530142898073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=3874376530142898073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3874376530142898073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3874376530142898073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-pix-from-christmas.html' title='A Few Pix from Christmas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SWQ-WWQvtOI/AAAAAAAACFc/ZrBRfoftd5M/s72-c/edchristmas08+081+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4003066567698571481</id><published>2009-01-02T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:57:21.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>BEFORE &amp; AFTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286926421827320146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SV7vkb6k-VI/AAAAAAAACD0/exuzE7p_qQo/s400/edchristmas08+209+before_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SV7vkTkKjzI/AAAAAAAACD8/UxX_QUNZ-ok/s1600-h/edchristmas08+211+after2_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286926419585830706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SV7vkTkKjzI/AAAAAAAACD8/UxX_QUNZ-ok/s400/edchristmas08+211+after2_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-4003066567698571481?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4003066567698571481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4003066567698571481' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4003066567698571481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4003066567698571481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-after.html' title='BEFORE &amp; AFTER'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SV7vkb6k-VI/AAAAAAAACD0/exuzE7p_qQo/s72-c/edchristmas08+209+before_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7492331211309655101</id><published>2008-12-29T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:46:14.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW FAIRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SNOW FAIRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlgWOXw4I/AAAAAAAACA4/hWDneIp_Sj0/s1600-h/ed6303_18x10bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285437612836242306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlgWOXw4I/AAAAAAAACA4/hWDneIp_Sj0/s400/ed6303_18x10bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmDbhjEQI/AAAAAAAACBg/FhLkw7XtFHE/s1600-h/ed6345_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285438215554273538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmDbhjEQI/AAAAAAAACBg/FhLkw7XtFHE/s400/ed6345_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmEjvaqvI/AAAAAAAACCA/x6E9u2hyLUE/s1600-h/ednutcracker+036_1bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285438234939796210" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmEjvaqvI/AAAAAAAACCA/x6E9u2hyLUE/s400/ednutcracker+036_1bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmELKAWeI/AAAAAAAACBw/eJ5E6V_Ma6A/s1600-h/edIMG_6361_1bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285438228340431330" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmELKAWeI/AAAAAAAACBw/eJ5E6V_Ma6A/s400/edIMG_6361_1bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmEVcjdgI/AAAAAAAACB4/XBAaOsim9Gg/s1600-h/edIMG_6370_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285438231102584322" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmEVcjdgI/AAAAAAAACB4/XBAaOsim9Gg/s400/edIMG_6370_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmD99xMkI/AAAAAAAACBo/qlTyYRC2Jmc/s1600-h/ed6353_18x10+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285438224799445570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmmD99xMkI/AAAAAAAACBo/qlTyYRC2Jmc/s400/ed6353_18x10+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlh26e3dI/AAAAAAAACBY/cOSd6tc55-c/s1600-h/ed6337_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285437638791060946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlh26e3dI/AAAAAAAACBY/cOSd6tc55-c/s400/ed6337_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlhL08NlI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Aght7dR_zdo/s1600-h/ed6327_18x10+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285437627225093714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlhL08NlI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Aght7dR_zdo/s400/ed6327_18x10+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlgsxYzOI/AAAAAAAACBA/H6mH1MRnZZs/s1600-h/ed6305_1bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285437618888690914" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlgsxYzOI/AAAAAAAACBA/H6mH1MRnZZs/s400/ed6305_1bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlhGYqEsI/AAAAAAAACBI/db3iv4GjfHQ/s1600-h/ed6309_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285437625764287170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlhGYqEsI/AAAAAAAACBI/db3iv4GjfHQ/s400/ed6309_1+web.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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmkuP6HwxI/AAAAAAAACAo/yKInigpg6oE/s1600-h/ed6355_1bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436752147235602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmkuP6HwxI/AAAAAAAACAo/yKInigpg6oE/s400/ed6355_1bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmkubYDXFI/AAAAAAAACAw/h5Mmm1Hc1os/s1600-h/ed6351_1bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436755225566290" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmkubYDXFI/AAAAAAAACAw/h5Mmm1Hc1os/s400/ed6351_1bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmkuBr3thI/AAAAAAAACAg/1fP5qoWJEhg/s1600-h/ed6338_1bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436748329367058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmkuBr3thI/AAAAAAAACAg/1fP5qoWJEhg/s400/ed6338_1bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmkt5Bn0jI/AAAAAAAACAY/HSxEj_LaKfM/s1600-h/ed6328_1bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436746004681266" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmkt5Bn0jI/AAAAAAAACAY/HSxEj_LaKfM/s400/ed6328_1bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmktdmiGhI/AAAAAAAACAQ/dl6JVBYonV0/s1600-h/ed6365_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436738643302930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmktdmiGhI/AAAAAAAACAQ/dl6JVBYonV0/s400/ed6365_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out BellaPhoto for another ballet shoot (Rachel's friend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-7492331211309655101?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7492331211309655101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7492331211309655101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7492331211309655101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7492331211309655101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-fairy.html' title='SNOW FAIRY'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVmlgWOXw4I/AAAAAAAACA4/hWDneIp_Sj0/s72-c/ed6303_18x10bw+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2705029448194782892</id><published>2008-12-29T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:09:16.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My girls were in the Nutcracker this year and they LOVED it. Lizzie kept calling it the "Dancecracker". She was a Gumdrop and Rachel was a Snow Fairy. They did fabulous, and they had smiles the whole time. When I saw Rachel after it was all done, she was like, "Can you believe I just did that?" She says she wants to be a ballerina when she grows up. Here are some pics of the recital and then I'll post "soon" Rachel's Snow Fairy photoshoot. I haven't taken Lizzie's yet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVllKwH3_9I/AAAAAAAACAE/ia_jln-orGk/s1600-h/nutcracker+083+rach+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285366873087016914" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVllKwH3_9I/AAAAAAAACAE/ia_jln-orGk/s400/nutcracker+083+rach+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9AkUXcI/AAAAAAAAB_U/p0BNzMBfp24/s1600-h/Copy+of+nutcracker+075_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285366636983115202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9AkUXcI/AAAAAAAAB_U/p0BNzMBfp24/s400/Copy+of+nutcracker+075_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkLtwyhQI/AAAAAAAAB-s/i4q3JdtUNZc/s1600-h/Copy+of+img_5920_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285365790121559298" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkLtwyhQI/AAAAAAAAB-s/i4q3JdtUNZc/s400/Copy+of+img_5920_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkM469nJI/AAAAAAAAB_M/-lLT7eQQ03A/s1600-h/Copy+of+nutcracker+072_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285365810296888466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkM469nJI/AAAAAAAAB_M/-lLT7eQQ03A/s400/Copy+of+nutcracker+072_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9YL6JsI/AAAAAAAAB_s/dH_QCz2OG8A/s1600-h/IMG_6157_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285366643323184834" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9YL6JsI/AAAAAAAAB_s/dH_QCz2OG8A/s400/IMG_6157_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9UM5dII/AAAAAAAAB_k/RN2UlmJaZUY/s1600-h/img_5983_1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285366642253591682" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9UM5dII/AAAAAAAAB_k/RN2UlmJaZUY/s400/img_5983_1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9O5WrQI/AAAAAAAAB_c/kcUrSwoLWFQ/s1600-h/img_5980_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285366640829443330" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9O5WrQI/AAAAAAAAB_c/kcUrSwoLWFQ/s400/img_5980_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkM_rFarI/AAAAAAAAB_E/19q5XPbq44k/s1600-h/Copy+of+img_6241_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285365812109339314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkM_rFarI/AAAAAAAAB_E/19q5XPbq44k/s400/Copy+of+img_6241_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkMi8xusI/AAAAAAAAB-8/JM4-zkevR0w/s1600-h/Copy+of+img_6237_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285365804398918338" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkMi8xusI/AAAAAAAAB-8/JM4-zkevR0w/s400/Copy+of+img_6237_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkMJzQ9nI/AAAAAAAAB-0/xGUm_kfJGVE/s1600-h/Copy+of+img_6230_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285365797648135794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlkMJzQ9nI/AAAAAAAAB-0/xGUm_kfJGVE/s400/Copy+of+img_6230_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jason and Rick were good supporters.  Jason tried his best.  He did kick back to make himself a little more comfortable.  Within the first minute of the show he yelled out, "This is so LAME" and "Why are they being so weird up there?"  Get used to it.  You have a lot of shows to attend in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9yNsQKI/AAAAAAAAB_0/tWczXxW2NAk/s1600-h/IMG_6163_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285366650309984418" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVlk9yNsQKI/AAAAAAAAB_0/tWczXxW2NAk/s400/IMG_6163_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVllKy1j9RI/AAAAAAAAB_8/taQLcTw3G7o/s1600-h/IMG_6170_1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285366873815512338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVllKy1j9RI/AAAAAAAAB_8/taQLcTw3G7o/s400/IMG_6170_1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-2705029448194782892?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2705029448194782892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2705029448194782892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2705029448194782892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2705029448194782892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker.html' title='Nutcracker'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SVllKwH3_9I/AAAAAAAACAE/ia_jln-orGk/s72-c/nutcracker+083+rach+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-758433838512558898</id><published>2008-12-22T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:36:28.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>What have you done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw this on my cousins blog. Thought it looked fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rules are: Anything you have done has to be in bold. How much have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Climbed a Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Held a Praying Mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Been to the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Slept on an train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. Run a Marathon (no, but started to train for one and died at 8 miles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Been on a cruise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted (just my face which was then placed on a body I don't want to claim. The artist was the fabulous Cass Barney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen &lt;strong&gt;(no, but I had every intention to one Christmas day when I was all alone and I didn't want to feel sorry for myself, but I got really sick and stayed at home throwing up instead. I am grateful for my surprise visitors though.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies (no, but bought plenty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;65. Gone sky diving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;72. Tied a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job (if let go from being a Candy Striper to "let someone else have a chance" counts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;77. Broken a bone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;80. Published a book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper (just in Oct. for photography)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating (fish?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;92. Joined a book club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100. Visited Italy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, I guess I've done more than I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-758433838512558898?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/758433838512558898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=758433838512558898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/758433838512558898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/758433838512558898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-have-you-done.html' title='What have you done?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8999068157071454067</id><published>2008-12-19T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:17:55.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, BABY, I'VE GOT YOU ON MY MIND!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdEpSmeJI/AAAAAAAAB8c/f_PPv1ndrKI/s1600-h/ed7337_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281628428639303826" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdEpSmeJI/AAAAAAAAB8c/f_PPv1ndrKI/s400/ed7337_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now before you say, "hey, I thought you already had your anniversary?" The answer is "NO, it's today". We went to Cancun in October to celebrate our 10 years of bliss because it's impossible to go anywhere 6 days before Christmas and all the $$ is allotted for. So, we went early. I posted these pictures last year but I guess since I celebrate each year, I can post them each year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdD_6AUII/AAAAAAAAB8M/BuYajYj3NP0/s1600-h/collage_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281628417530286210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdD_6AUII/AAAAAAAAB8M/BuYajYj3NP0/s400/collage_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdDtiKM2I/AAAAAAAAB8E/LcbKLHH2tPs/s1600-h/engagement_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281628412598432610" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdDtiKM2I/AAAAAAAAB8E/LcbKLHH2tPs/s400/engagement_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, it was a snowy Sat. morn... The first snowfall of the year. I in my short sleeve dress was freezing but I don't think I really cared. 10 years later, it's a snowy Fri., but today...I'm wearing long sleeves and a sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is great at our home. We all love each other, and being together. Rick is my best friend and we still go on a date every Friday night. I feel so blessed that we reconnected after so many years. We went to high school together and we were friends, but didn't hang out. He's a year older, so after he graduated I didn't see him again. Over the years his name would come up and I'd think, "he was such a nice guy." Twelve years later he showed up in my ward. I was sitting on the stand for some reason and when I saw him I thought again, "he was the nicest guy". Then, I thought, "Oh, he must have turned out alright, he's at church." (I was 30, he was 31). After a year of just seeing each other at church he finally asked me out...et voila, 2 weeks later we were engaged and 3 months after that we were married. I guess the rest is history. So, happy anniversary baby, I've got you on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdEgsI1CI/AAAAAAAAB8k/KpbWG7OMSKE/s1600-h/ed7362_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281628426330493986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdEgsI1CI/AAAAAAAAB8k/KpbWG7OMSKE/s400/ed7362_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdEUY-qGI/AAAAAAAAB8U/CI-QBhmEssw/s1600-h/ed7334_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281628423028910178" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdEUY-qGI/AAAAAAAAB8U/CI-QBhmEssw/s400/ed7334_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwPD6JBsEI/AAAAAAAAB70/8NERaCH9yjQ/s1600-h/ed7362_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwPDh4LSJI/AAAAAAAAB7s/hpS-hcVY7LQ/s1600-h/ed7334_web.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/3103069851765777453-8999068157071454067?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8999068157071454067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8999068157071454067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8999068157071454067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8999068157071454067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-anniversary-baby-ive-got-you-on.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, BABY, I&apos;VE GOT YOU ON MY MIND!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUwdEpSmeJI/AAAAAAAAB8c/f_PPv1ndrKI/s72-c/ed7337_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7127667892566705853</id><published>2008-12-13T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:00:40.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>A Boy Who LOVES Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURMPLCnQeI/AAAAAAAAB6s/7b-rwOmWbKw/s1600-h/ed5697web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279428486730564066" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURMPLCnQeI/AAAAAAAAB6s/7b-rwOmWbKw/s400/ed5697web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My little boy (4) LOVES Christmas decorations. For that matter, any holiday decorations. He thrives on decorating for the holidays. It is so cute to watch, it warms my heart to see him so excited. It's not about presents, it's about how decorations make him feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have these charms that I"m going to sew onto their stockings that represent each year of their lives. In the meantime, he had dad draw Rudolph, he colored it, dad cut it out, he glued it onto his stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURGURqw-5I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/1Q79jMeJjuY/s1600-h/ed5673web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279421977339165586" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURGURqw-5I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/1Q79jMeJjuY/s400/ed5673web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURGUflPo1I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Q6LIkbc08cA/s1600-h/ed5687web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279421981074105170" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURGUflPo1I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Q6LIkbc08cA/s400/ed5687web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He got a gift bag that someone gave us and put it in his window so you can see it from outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURF021q8II/AAAAAAAAB6I/zFFjdoo4vrY/s1600-h/ed5683web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279421437561204866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURF021q8II/AAAAAAAAB6I/zFFjdoo4vrY/s400/ed5683web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He colors pictures, cuts them out and tapes them to his door. He goes through so much tape...guess what Santa is going to give him in his stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURFpWXPENI/AAAAAAAAB6A/rzK5ZWDg5Yk/s1600-h/ed5689web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279421239865053394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURFpWXPENI/AAAAAAAAB6A/rzK5ZWDg5Yk/s400/ed5689web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He sneaks decorations out from the Family room and puts them all over his room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURFoyzx_PI/AAAAAAAAB5w/MS0xVN9qIMc/s1600-h/ed5680web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279421230321106162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURFoyzx_PI/AAAAAAAAB5w/MS0xVN9qIMc/s400/ed5680web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURFoxxA9xI/AAAAAAAAB5o/lQpsvcSYwk4/s1600-h/ed5678web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279421230041069330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURFoxxA9xI/AAAAAAAAB5o/lQpsvcSYwk4/s400/ed5678web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He watches tv while holding the one present that's under the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURMOq6MsfI/AAAAAAAAB6k/zgHP3aRM9qA/s1600-h/ed5694web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279428478105334258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURMOq6MsfI/AAAAAAAAB6k/zgHP3aRM9qA/s400/ed5694web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love to see my kids find things they LOVE. Jason is one who does that. I've had an increase of love for him as I watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-7127667892566705853?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7127667892566705853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7127667892566705853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7127667892566705853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7127667892566705853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/boy-who-loves-christmas.html' title='A Boy Who LOVES Christmas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SURMPLCnQeI/AAAAAAAAB6s/7b-rwOmWbKw/s72-c/ed5697web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-3395734232380960783</id><published>2008-12-10T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:10:22.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>I CAN READ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUAF4sNFtCI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/02XcgU7wR3Y/s1600-h/ed5658+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278225234775094306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUAF4sNFtCI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/02XcgU7wR3Y/s400/ed5658+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUAF4vLb0RI/AAAAAAAAB5I/z_3JZiKPEZ8/s1600-h/ed5659+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278225235573461266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUAF4vLb0RI/AAAAAAAAB5I/z_3JZiKPEZ8/s400/ed5659+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUAF4T6qKHI/AAAAAAAAB5A/hYqVzYtzaNA/s1600-h/ed5660+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278225228255340658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUAF4T6qKHI/AAAAAAAAB5A/hYqVzYtzaNA/s400/ed5660+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lizzie and Jason are in a terrific preschool. Rachel went there last year and learned so much too. Rachel could already read when she started though, whereas Jason and Lizzie only knew a handful of letters and sounds when they started in Sept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They do these really great letter books which teach them so many skills. Once they get to the letter T there are stories for them to start reading. Yesterday they came home with their letter T book and opened it up and began to read!!!!. I knew that they knew all the letters and sounds, but I've NEVER heard them read a single word, and last night they just rattled it off. I tested them in different ways to make sure it wasn't just memorized and no, they could sound out each word. I just flipped out and even started to cry. I am so proud of them and I LOVE Mrs. Redd.&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-3395734232380960783?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3395734232380960783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=3395734232380960783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3395734232380960783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3395734232380960783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-read.html' title='I CAN READ'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SUAF4sNFtCI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/02XcgU7wR3Y/s72-c/ed5658+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-58705315383834940</id><published>2008-12-08T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:17:57.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>I LOVE SHUTTERFLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/ST2Y9uc-9tI/AAAAAAAAB3U/n0V3DexikAo/s1600-h/logo_sfly_story1-v12229750980001784.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277542524557129426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/ST2Y9uc-9tI/AAAAAAAAB3U/n0V3DexikAo/s400/logo_sfly_story1-v12229750980001784.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the best invention.  I've made several books over that past couple of years and I've completely replaced paper scrapping with digital books.  I've used many different companies and for the price, you get a great quality product, easy interface, and a terrific way to organize and show your pictures.  Plus, they &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; have deals.  I kept getting emails for 30% off plus free shipping.  So, I've been franctically been scrapping my family 2007 book (which I have been meaning to do all year.)  It's 100 pages long, over 500 pictures for about 1/3 the price of paper scrapping.  And, best of all, I did it all in about 12 hours (including uploading and deciding which pictures to use).  100 pages with paper scrapping would have taken over 50 hours and around $300.  Anyway, I'm not a saleman, just a testimonial for a great product. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes, I did get the free Snapfish book from Oprah.  Just came in the mail today and it's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-58705315383834940?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/58705315383834940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=58705315383834940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/58705315383834940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/58705315383834940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-shutterfly.html' title='I LOVE SHUTTERFLY'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/ST2Y9uc-9tI/AAAAAAAAB3U/n0V3DexikAo/s72-c/logo_sfly_story1-v12229750980001784.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4766401368144243981</id><published>2008-11-23T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:45:08.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>SATURDAY IS A SPECIAL DAY</title><content type='html'>We had a nice and eventful Saturday. It was entertaining, fun, with great weather. The girls danced in the Poinsettia Festival. They did great. I love watching them dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG7VWtzJI/AAAAAAAABys/V9i946DmjOo/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272104298949233810" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG7VWtzJI/AAAAAAAABys/V9i946DmjOo/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG8aWXBlI/AAAAAAAABzE/lsjdeeyNIFA/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272104317469787730" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG8aWXBlI/AAAAAAAABzE/lsjdeeyNIFA/s400/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG61FTIeI/AAAAAAAAByk/HKD5phwD5No/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272104290286248418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG61FTIeI/AAAAAAAAByk/HKD5phwD5No/s400/029.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;&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/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG8DRqGpI/AAAAAAAABy8/I75QHVI6VEQ/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272104311276051090" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG8DRqGpI/AAAAAAAABy8/I75QHVI6VEQ/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG7vqQFyI/AAAAAAAABy0/6KBVBYu7uTQ/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272104306010494754" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG7vqQFyI/AAAAAAAABy0/6KBVBYu7uTQ/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notice Lizzie's cute little tongue. She does this ALL the time when she concentrates, yet she still includes a smile with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIVDrml2I/AAAAAAAABzM/qwVSNpfK-SA/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272105840393230178" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIVDrml2I/AAAAAAAABzM/qwVSNpfK-SA/s400/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notice the picture below on the right. This reminds me of ChaCha in Grease. You know, Danny's date to the prom so they could win the dance contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIVImkH7I/AAAAAAAABzU/LJqJT3JI_YU/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272105841714274226" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIVImkH7I/AAAAAAAABzU/LJqJT3JI_YU/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIVtZvybI/AAAAAAAABzc/ynUxyHrK5lI/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272105851592624562" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIVtZvybI/AAAAAAAABzc/ynUxyHrK5lI/s400/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a beautiful day so Rick and Jason threw the football around. He was having such a blast and he did pretty good. Just getting ready for the BYU game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIVtC5CtI/AAAAAAAABzk/qyH4p4UTWbw/s1600-h/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272105851496762066" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIVtC5CtI/AAAAAAAABzk/qyH4p4UTWbw/s400/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIWECrVRI/AAAAAAAABzs/BY-PzjpLFXk/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272105857669879058" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpIWECrVRI/AAAAAAAABzs/BY-PzjpLFXk/s400/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJANqLPhI/AAAAAAAABz0/izA1bLTfimk/s1600-h/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106581805973010" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJANqLPhI/AAAAAAAABz0/izA1bLTfimk/s400/170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJAepnQiI/AAAAAAAABz8/-A6xAy0k290/s1600-h/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106586367017506" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJAepnQiI/AAAAAAAABz8/-A6xAy0k290/s400/171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We put up some of our Christmas lights and the kids were begging to get on the roof. I was so afraid for them and myself. But, I felt that if they were up there, I needed to be too. They loved it. I can't believe how fearful I've become in my old age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJAmxoccI/AAAAAAAAB0E/JM6gx2aUBIw/s1600-h/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106588548133314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJAmxoccI/AAAAAAAAB0E/JM6gx2aUBIw/s400/221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJA_lpNtI/AAAAAAAAB0M/cCVewnV9J6A/s1600-h/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106595208738514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJA_lpNtI/AAAAAAAAB0M/cCVewnV9J6A/s400/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpL19LUuZI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Bi7BIJbZr-c/s1600-h/238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272109704117795218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpL19LUuZI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Bi7BIJbZr-c/s400/238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't I look scared, and old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I was able to get this shot of a beautiful sunset while on the roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJBEUv_9I/AAAAAAAAB0U/d96hietLME8/s1600-h/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106596480057298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpJBEUv_9I/AAAAAAAAB0U/d96hietLME8/s400/213.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-4766401368144243981?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4766401368144243981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4766401368144243981' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4766401368144243981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4766401368144243981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-is-special-day.html' title='SATURDAY IS A SPECIAL DAY'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SSpG7VWtzJI/AAAAAAAABys/V9i946DmjOo/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5362278661813580054</id><published>2008-11-15T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:35:35.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>DID SOMEONE SAY ROADSHOW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SR8gfZHn5DI/AAAAAAAABug/CFPjh6hzopg/s1600-h/ed004+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268965812737664050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SR8gfZHn5DI/AAAAAAAABug/CFPjh6hzopg/s400/ed004+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SR8gfxyX6KI/AAAAAAAABuw/-zBzoGgdb00/s1600-h/roadshow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268965819359422626" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SR8gfxyX6KI/AAAAAAAABuw/-zBzoGgdb00/s400/roadshow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SR8gfdjm4eI/AAAAAAAABuo/iJH_MEwBc6s/s1600-h/roadshow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268965813928780258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SR8gfdjm4eI/AAAAAAAABuo/iJH_MEwBc6s/s400/roadshow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I was the understudy for this production.  Then, an agonizing, piercing pain inflicted the "stage mom" and I had to step in to fill her shoes.  I played the "stage mom" of this cute gal.  She is auditioning for the "musical" and I'm living on her coattails.  After she sings (and I mimic her actions) I pushed her off stage for my own little song and tap number only to be dragged off stage myself.  But no, you can't get rid of me that easily and I "shuffle off to buffalo" for my final show of desparation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a lot of fun and as many of you know, I am very self-conscience of dressing up and making a fool of myself in front of a hundren people.  But, the show must go on so I bit the bullet and gave it my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3103069851765777453-5362278661813580054?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5362278661813580054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5362278661813580054' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5362278661813580054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5362278661813580054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-someone-say-roadshow.html' title='DID SOMEONE SAY ROADSHOW?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SR8gfZHn5DI/AAAAAAAABug/CFPjh6hzopg/s72-c/ed004+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7045891921264576319</id><published>2008-11-12T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:41:01.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>Worth 1,000 Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRsVHPYBB1I/AAAAAAAABtg/7eoAOSuXvSc/s1600-h/ed8977_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267827403270457170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRsVHPYBB1I/AAAAAAAABtg/7eoAOSuXvSc/s400/ed8977_web.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/3103069851765777453-7045891921264576319?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7045891921264576319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7045891921264576319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7045891921264576319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7045891921264576319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/11/worth-1000-words.html' title='Worth 1,000 Words...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRsVHPYBB1I/AAAAAAAABtg/7eoAOSuXvSc/s72-c/ed8977_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5375170244313574853</id><published>2008-11-07T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:26:27.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>It's Raining, It's Snowing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, forget the rain, it only snowed...  We had our first snow fall the other day and the kids were in heaven.  They couldn't wait to get out in it to play but man, where did I stash all the snow clothes.  It took a bit of time to find everything but once we did it wasn't long before they came in for hot chocolate...Oh, the joys of winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvhW2UCLI/AAAAAAAABsQ/AB0olAuNpDQ/s1600-h/ed8899+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266167589395237042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvhW2UCLI/AAAAAAAABsQ/AB0olAuNpDQ/s400/ed8899+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvhHGiM1I/AAAAAAAABsI/qzWlOoHVADE/s1600-h/ed8898+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266167585168307026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvhHGiM1I/AAAAAAAABsI/qzWlOoHVADE/s400/ed8898+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvgzWY73I/AAAAAAAABsA/1wWIo4WWKC4/s1600-h/ed8895+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266167579866099570" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvgzWY73I/AAAAAAAABsA/1wWIo4WWKC4/s400/ed8895+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvh9_eVhI/AAAAAAAABsY/APiMTjbEAoY/s1600-h/ed8902+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266167599902643730" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvh9_eVhI/AAAAAAAABsY/APiMTjbEAoY/s400/ed8902+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvg5R7OLI/AAAAAAAABr4/SR612xW2SCw/s1600-h/ed8894+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266167581457987762" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvg5R7OLI/AAAAAAAABr4/SR612xW2SCw/s400/ed8894+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-5375170244313574853?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5375170244313574853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5375170244313574853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5375170244313574853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5375170244313574853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-raining-its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s Raining, It&apos;s Snowing...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SRUvhW2UCLI/AAAAAAAABsQ/AB0olAuNpDQ/s72-c/ed8899+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5569908073604416150</id><published>2008-10-31T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:47:16.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQvfNMvFXDI/AAAAAAAABpc/u6MdeZPeCB8/s1600-h/halloween+costumes+with+frame+web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263546007362559026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQvfNMvFXDI/AAAAAAAABpc/u6MdeZPeCB8/s400/halloween+costumes+with+frame+web2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw this shot in a magazine and have been wanting to try it. I gathered some of my neighbors and headed to the park. There are four families represented here. Although our beautiful 16 yr old neighbor opted out of the "children's" photo shoot. I can't get it any larger, so click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are my beautiful kiddos. They had such a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQvdjHEWlbI/AAAAAAAABpU/wMS-7tBCgqg/s1600-h/ed8880+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263544184775022002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQvdjHEWlbI/AAAAAAAABpU/wMS-7tBCgqg/s400/ed8880+web.jpg" border="0" /&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/3103069851765777453-5569908073604416150?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5569908073604416150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5569908073604416150' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5569908073604416150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5569908073604416150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQvfNMvFXDI/AAAAAAAABpc/u6MdeZPeCB8/s72-c/halloween+costumes+with+frame+web2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4459640765578617197</id><published>2008-10-24T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:31:09.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Playing in Playa del Carmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As I mentioned before, Rick and I went to Cancun for our 10th anniversary. As you can imagine, I took tons of pictures so here are a few which will give you a taste of our vacation. By the way, it was absolutely one of the best trips I've ever been on (and I've been on a lot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the dophins. Here they are jumping over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJh9NQ5oWI/AAAAAAAABnQ/a5YUBFbBQHQ/s1600-h/ed7054+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260875018882621794" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJh9NQ5oWI/AAAAAAAABnQ/a5YUBFbBQHQ/s400/ed7054+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a shark? It felt just what I imagined a shark would feel like. It was a psychological dilemma for me. When I thought about swimming with a dolphin I was so excited. When I thought of it as a shark, I was scared to death. It was so weird. I had to keep thinking dolphin, dolphin, dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJh9HiuA1I/AAAAAAAABnI/Y5yH6hJwerk/s1600-h/ed6995+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260875017346745170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJh9HiuA1I/AAAAAAAABnI/Y5yH6hJwerk/s400/ed6995+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJh8oj-ODI/AAAAAAAABnA/f6yYQHVXOo0/s1600-h/ed6993+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260875009030502450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJh8oj-ODI/AAAAAAAABnA/f6yYQHVXOo0/s400/ed6993+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COZUMEL: we took a tour and drove jeeps through the jungle, saw crocs, and snorkled on this gorgeous beach. Then the best mexican food was catered in. YUM YUM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJecGI5kbI/AAAAAAAABmQ/EnwPoL9d3OI/s1600-h/ed6775+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260871151499448754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJecGI5kbI/AAAAAAAABmQ/EnwPoL9d3OI/s400/ed6775+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgOo6Xd7I/AAAAAAAABm4/L_cyT66Sw8Q/s1600-h/snorkel+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873119338821554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgOo6Xd7I/AAAAAAAABm4/L_cyT66Sw8Q/s400/snorkel+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took a tour to Tulum which is an ancient Mayan village set on cliffs overlooking the Carribean. It was breathtaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgOUihrNI/AAAAAAAABmw/Vo84cl-bmfI/s1600-h/ed6912+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873113870118098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgOUihrNI/AAAAAAAABmw/Vo84cl-bmfI/s400/ed6912+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgODU3OYI/AAAAAAAABmo/u5llTi1z8m0/s1600-h/ed6866+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873109249407362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgODU3OYI/AAAAAAAABmo/u5llTi1z8m0/s400/ed6866+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was very typical, the same junk store after store after store. And everyone trying to get you into their store with "one dollar, one dollar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgNetuVzI/AAAAAAAABmg/iqSFlCOVcZs/s1600-h/ed6788+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873099421570866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgNetuVzI/AAAAAAAABmg/iqSFlCOVcZs/s400/ed6788+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was fascinated with these bikes. They were everywhere. Some giving families rides, setting up shop, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgNJ5yD7I/AAAAAAAABmY/GTk5Q8QfkgQ/s1600-h/ed6786+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873093835001778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJgNJ5yD7I/AAAAAAAABmY/GTk5Q8QfkgQ/s400/ed6786+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, We thought the Mayan temples would be bigger than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJebdrdWsI/AAAAAAAABlw/ReKH3Ct6R9Y/s1600-h/ed6469+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260871140638546626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJebdrdWsI/AAAAAAAABlw/ReKH3Ct6R9Y/s400/ed6469+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, we must have made a wrong turn. This is more like it. We rented a car and drove to Chichen Itza. It was really magnificent. They were huge and we just marvelled at the work and sacrifice it must have taken the people to build them. I imagined Christ coming to teach the Nephites and tried to imagine what it would have been like. It was really facsinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJebgX6KiI/AAAAAAAABmA/vnMXOWEqnRQ/s1600-h/ed6532+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260871141361855010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJebgX6KiI/AAAAAAAABmA/vnMXOWEqnRQ/s400/ed6532+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJeb1NNA2I/AAAAAAAABmI/mBcrLWHqE4o/s1600-h/ed6599+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260871146954097506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJeb1NNA2I/AAAAAAAABmI/mBcrLWHqE4o/s400/ed6599+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was great renting a car cause we could take our time and stop to enjoy the country. We stopped in this little village and met this nice little family trying to sell me hankies. I didn't want any so I gave them some money for a picture with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJebvTbfEI/AAAAAAAABl4/JjW4Qkbspk8/s1600-h/ed6495+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260871145369599042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJebvTbfEI/AAAAAAAABl4/JjW4Qkbspk8/s400/ed6495+web.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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbjcurtpI/AAAAAAAABlA/ovmVdXCR7lM/s1600-h/ed6683+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867979287705234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbjcurtpI/AAAAAAAABlA/ovmVdXCR7lM/s400/ed6683+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbimDghkI/AAAAAAAABk4/NPVt3QaDCmY/s1600-h/ed7078+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867964611102274" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbimDghkI/AAAAAAAABk4/NPVt3QaDCmY/s400/ed7078+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta LOVE the hammocks. I could get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hotel. It starts at the sign and goes all the way down to the beach. I would recommend this hotel to anyone. It's 5 star and couples only, great location, and small so not crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbiPRpl6I/AAAAAAAABko/qKTH2zVaSXs/s1600-h/ed7149+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867958496401314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbiPRpl6I/AAAAAAAABko/qKTH2zVaSXs/s400/ed7149+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbiayNNzI/AAAAAAAABkw/f1ut_-Xk_W4/s1600-h/ed7130+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867961585743666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbiayNNzI/AAAAAAAABkw/f1ut_-Xk_W4/s400/ed7130+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVED The pool. We vegged by it every other day. This is an all inclusive resort so we got our pina coladas and meals whenever we pleased. It was heaven. We LOVED this restaurant and ate there about 2 times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc5gc33kI/AAAAAAAABlQ/TAvG9PqHasA/s1600-h/ed031+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260869457755496002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc5gc33kI/AAAAAAAABlQ/TAvG9PqHasA/s400/ed031+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were very accomidating. I left this little note and voila, look what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc5VN2-nI/AAAAAAAABlI/o8TX3lbcSnk/s1600-h/ed011+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260869454739733106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc5VN2-nI/AAAAAAAABlI/o8TX3lbcSnk/s400/ed011+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc58o_WVI/AAAAAAAABlY/49AWe4y0_7E/s1600-h/ed6682+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260869465322510674" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc58o_WVI/AAAAAAAABlY/49AWe4y0_7E/s400/ed6682+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Quentin and he is a Frenchie. We chatted in French and it was amazing how quickly it came back. I haven't been to France in 9 yrs, and haven't had a conversation since I quit teaching 8 yrs ago. I still had to think a lot about vocabulary, but I was pleasantly surprised at my comprehension and he said he couldn't believe I haven't spoken for so long cause my accent and grammar we really good. I was very excited about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc6Er-O_I/AAAAAAAABlo/zTnyl-BNHhw/s1600-h/ed6618+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260869467482504178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc6Er-O_I/AAAAAAAABlo/zTnyl-BNHhw/s400/ed6618+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a restaurant and ordered fajitas' This is what we got. It was delicious, but huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc6DkjsMI/AAAAAAAABlg/dCvSbYnMAhU/s1600-h/ed021+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260869467182969026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJc6DkjsMI/AAAAAAAABlg/dCvSbYnMAhU/s400/ed021+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Shoot on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZLhZ4f9I/AAAAAAAABkQ/T19qEHLe6rA/s1600-h/new+friends+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865369202524114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZLhZ4f9I/AAAAAAAABkQ/T19qEHLe6rA/s400/new+friends+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZLhB-TbI/AAAAAAAABkI/0ARWFqcIZ7U/s1600-h/ed7362+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865369102241202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZLhB-TbI/AAAAAAAABkI/0ARWFqcIZ7U/s400/ed7362+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbhUxfPmI/AAAAAAAABkg/am2rIY6yDMs/s1600-h/ed7334+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867942792248930" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJbhUxfPmI/AAAAAAAABkg/am2rIY6yDMs/s400/ed7334+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZLbOT3ZI/AAAAAAAABkA/aKFO8X3UpAk/s1600-h/ed7346+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865367543373202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZLbOT3ZI/AAAAAAAABkA/aKFO8X3UpAk/s400/ed7346+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mentioned that some friend we met on the trip took pictures of us with the dolphins, so I did a mini photoshoot on the beach. They took a couple of us as well. It's so nice to find someone to swap phototaking with. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZLQNED3I/AAAAAAAABj4/xinF2ZsPNY8/s1600-h/ed7337+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865364585353074" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZLQNED3I/AAAAAAAABj4/xinF2ZsPNY8/s400/ed7337+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was an "ode" to our wedding pictures. The photographer guarenteed this would be our favorite pose, we begrudgingly did it and wouldn't you know, we hated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZL1yyRnI/AAAAAAAABkY/n0eSjaPaGCs/s1600-h/ed7384+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865374675682930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJZL1yyRnI/AAAAAAAABkY/n0eSjaPaGCs/s400/ed7384+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was only fitting we ended this "date" the way we end all of our dates, a trip to the Mexican Costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WE HAD SO MUCH FUN, THANKS FOR LETTING ME SHARE A LITTLE WITH YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. A special thanks to Dora the Explorer for her countless hours of Spanish instruction. Our personal favorite: "Cuidado" al pisar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-4459640765578617197?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4459640765578617197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4459640765578617197' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4459640765578617197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4459640765578617197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-in-playa-del-carmen.html' title='Playing in Playa del Carmen'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQJh9NQ5oWI/AAAAAAAABnQ/a5YUBFbBQHQ/s72-c/ed7054+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4821819438190649466</id><published>2008-10-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:17:04.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RACHEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAECBpAyJI/AAAAAAAABiw/pCD5F5p6_qg/s1600-h/ed7924web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260208797615442066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAECBpAyJI/AAAAAAAABiw/pCD5F5p6_qg/s400/ed7924web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My little baby turned 6 yesterday.  She is such a wonderful little girl.  So smart, beautiful and has such a funny little sense of humor.  She has been such a blessing to our family.  I love to see her happy, smiling, and laughing.  She's a great sister to her little brother and sister.  It's so fun to see them love playing together.  She's a sensitive little soul who wears her emotions on her sleeves which gets me in trouble sometimes as I am the same way.  We are so much alike.  It's so fascinating to watch her and recognize shadows of me and my childhood.  I remember watching her tap dance for the first time and I couldn't hold back the tears as I saw me up on stage.  She loves being with the family and she LOVES playing with her dad.  The other night we were at a family party and on the way home she said, "I felt different at the party."  We asked her what she meant and she explained, "I didn't feel like I normally do, I felt like I belonged there, like I was part of the whole family."  It's so fun to watch her grow and develop and fit in.  I love her so much and just wanted to share these thoughts and pictures of my beautiful 6 yr old baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAEBRxY4EI/AAAAAAAABiY/tiY1UmpbdNQ/s1600-h/ed7890web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260208784765673538" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAEBRxY4EI/AAAAAAAABiY/tiY1UmpbdNQ/s400/ed7890web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAECCpRJdI/AAAAAAAABio/lLZqY-if430/s1600-h/ed7909web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260208797884949970" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAECCpRJdI/AAAAAAAABio/lLZqY-if430/s400/ed7909web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAEBTvh76I/AAAAAAAABig/rgKslv5UZPA/s1600-h/ed7903web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260208785294749602" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAEBTvh76I/AAAAAAAABig/rgKslv5UZPA/s400/ed7903web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAECgiXzHI/AAAAAAAABi4/ny7HTPvtDOE/s1600-h/ed7984web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260208805909089394" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAECgiXzHI/AAAAAAAABi4/ny7HTPvtDOE/s400/ed7984web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAFMYyr-qI/AAAAAAAABjw/japdi_neFLY/s1600-h/ed7991web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260210075140356770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAFMYyr-qI/AAAAAAAABjw/japdi_neFLY/s400/ed7991web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took the family to Chuck A-Rama and Color Me Mine at the birthday girl's request.  It was a lot of fun.  I'll show the final product when we get them back from the kiln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-4821819438190649466?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4821819438190649466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4821819438190649466' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4821819438190649466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4821819438190649466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-rachel.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RACHEL'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SQAECBpAyJI/AAAAAAAABiw/pCD5F5p6_qg/s72-c/ed7924web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8688713313343890594</id><published>2008-10-09T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:23:01.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>TIME TO MAKE A NEW "BUCKET LIST"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SO6fUNHeO1I/AAAAAAAABfo/bIOyZDDNd0U/s1600-h/ed1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255312984655149906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SO6fUNHeO1I/AAAAAAAABfo/bIOyZDDNd0U/s400/ed1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SO6fUBaxhqI/AAAAAAAABfw/L5GL-Mi6C9s/s1600-h/ed2.webjpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255312981514880674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SO6fUBaxhqI/AAAAAAAABfw/L5GL-Mi6C9s/s400/ed2.webjpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in Cancun for our 10 yr anniversary (which I will blog about later after we get home). We swam with the dolphins as you can see. I've wanted to do this since a teenager. I can now cross it off my list. I actually only had this one thing of my list of things to do before I die. I'm not ready to die so I guess I'd better make a new list. It was amazing. I almost cried when the dolphin kissed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-8688713313343890594?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8688713313343890594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8688713313343890594' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8688713313343890594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8688713313343890594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-make-new-bucket-list.html' title='TIME TO MAKE A NEW &quot;BUCKET LIST&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SO6fUNHeO1I/AAAAAAAABfo/bIOyZDDNd0U/s72-c/ed1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4966477162968782029</id><published>2008-10-01T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:28:30.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>ADS (Attention Surplus Disorder)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SOPpAMt-Z2I/AAAAAAAABcM/uvMgrW19hxo/s1600-h/newspaper+article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252297780067460962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SOPpAMt-Z2I/AAAAAAAABcM/uvMgrW19hxo/s400/newspaper+article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, who's that?  Yes, I finally made my debut in the newspaper.  My friend and I were shooting some children of a friend of ours.  There were lots of people at this place and a guy came up and asked if there was a "Children's Photography Convention" going on.  He was from the newspaper and was curious as to what was going on.  So, he asked if he could take our picture.  The next morning I received a phone call from a friend that I hadn't heard of in over a year.  She saw me in the paper and called me up.  Nothing like the media to bring us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SOPpAayoPHI/AAAAAAAABcU/MQdh_-THVRY/s1600-h/crea+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252297783845076082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SOPpAayoPHI/AAAAAAAABcU/MQdh_-THVRY/s400/crea+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Our local grocer, Macey's, has a monthly photo contest and I thought I'd submit a photo.  The theme was "lines".  Guess what?  I won FIRST PLACE.  I walked into the store the other day and there was an 8x10 of my picture with a "first place" sign on it.  I won $25 gift certificate to Old Navy.  So, I came home and submitted another for the next month.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3103069851765777453-4966477162968782029?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4966477162968782029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4966477162968782029' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4966477162968782029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4966477162968782029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/ads-attention-surplus-disorder.html' title='ADS (Attention Surplus Disorder)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SOPpAMt-Z2I/AAAAAAAABcM/uvMgrW19hxo/s72-c/newspaper+article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1420171325812632156</id><published>2008-09-19T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:48:47.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>BELLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SNR5zx30zhI/AAAAAAAABYE/O8xTuSdj4gw/s1600-h/ed5037web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247953396261244434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SNR5zx30zhI/AAAAAAAABYE/O8xTuSdj4gw/s400/ed5037web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SNR5z9fYSbI/AAAAAAAABYM/J-yvYclgkzY/s1600-h/ed5069web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247953399379937714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SNR5z9fYSbI/AAAAAAAABYM/J-yvYclgkzY/s400/ed5069web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just thought I'd share these cute pics here too. See the rest of the shoot at Bella Photo (link on sidebar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-1420171325812632156?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1420171325812632156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1420171325812632156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1420171325812632156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1420171325812632156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/bella.html' title='BELLA'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SNR5zx30zhI/AAAAAAAABYE/O8xTuSdj4gw/s72-c/ed5037web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-6629660930796527819</id><published>2008-09-10T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:03:21.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio vs. Toy room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMiIiXVvqrI/AAAAAAAABDs/1HYULN5TW7M/s1600-h/ed4461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244591890035092146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMiIiXVvqrI/AAAAAAAABDs/1HYULN5TW7M/s400/ed4461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my kids toy room has been a disaster zone for too long. I clean and organize it and they are excited to play in it. Within two days, it's a disaster zone again and they won't set foot in it. It's too overwhelming for them to clean and organize so the cycle begins again. BUT...no more!!! I decided to move all the toys into the unfinished room, since the dress ups are already there. And voilà... I now have a studio. It's fabulous. So, here is my great green wall and my little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Should I paint or keep the green? If I should paint, what color do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&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/3103069851765777453-6629660930796527819?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6629660930796527819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=6629660930796527819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6629660930796527819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6629660930796527819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/studio-vs-toy-room.html' title='Studio vs. Toy room'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMiIiXVvqrI/AAAAAAAABDs/1HYULN5TW7M/s72-c/ed4461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7732498699360446901</id><published>2008-09-09T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:51:29.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j'/><title type='text'>Avoidable Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you find it hard to show compassion when inside you're thinking, "well, you could have avoided that."  My sweet little Jason not only got "stuck" once, but twice.  Earlier this summer we were taking the kids to "funny face pancakes" and Jason grabbed this whiffle ball to take.  He promised us, "and I promise I won't throw it at the food girl."  Well, that was good enough for us, so we piled in the car.  Within minutes he started crying and said his finger was stuck.  We tried to pull it off to no avail, so we turned around to see what we could do at home.  We soaked, tugged, pulled, twisted, cut, etc. and NOTHING could get this ball loose.  It was even cutting into his finger.  At one point he said, "how will I eat?"  then a pause and held up his other hand and said, "well, at least I still have this one."  Lizzie of course teased that we had to cut his finger off.  We finaly got some wire cutters and had to get as close to the edge as possible without cutting him.  We did that and after some digging and pinching, we got it off.  We decided to keep what was left of the ball as an object lesson..."don't get yourself into sticky situations that you can't get out of without some really pain and help."  (good huh).  I also resisted every fiber of my being to grab my camera and capture this event.  But, trying to be the compassionate mom, I buried the urge deep inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB-OqpRiI/AAAAAAAABCo/mHAtAvMtSlU/s1600-h/ed1899web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244092090952533538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB-OqpRiI/AAAAAAAABCo/mHAtAvMtSlU/s320/ed1899web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB-V2FvEI/AAAAAAAABCw/9i3hkU2XhKU/s1600-h/ed1900web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244092092879584322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB-V2FvEI/AAAAAAAABCw/9i3hkU2XhKU/s320/ed1900web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB-sbkqCI/AAAAAAAABC4/I1hZTpRz2tU/s1600-h/ed1901web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244092098942380066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB-sbkqCI/AAAAAAAABC4/I1hZTpRz2tU/s320/ed1901web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little did I know that just weeks later, it would happen again!!!  We left the half whiffle ball on the counter cause I wasn't quite sure where to store it.  One day, Jason picked it up and started playing with it.  We warned him over and over, but of course, that does little good and "POOF", his little finger was magically stuck again.  This time, he immediately started to cry and get scared cause he knew what he was in for.  And, I grabbed my camera cause I believe he forfeited the right to have a 100% compassionate mom.  Luckily, we knew what to do and we got it off without too much pain.  We of course still have the ball as a double object lesson, but this time it is safely tucked away (somewhere).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, who is this sad little girl?  My beautiful Rachel was playing with her gum and "somehow" it got stuck.  She said she'd rather have it all cut off than to put peanut butter in it.  Our remedy luckily won out and with some time and greasy effort, we got it all out.  Rachel has a very low tolerance for pain, so you can imagine how devestating this must have been for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB_NQyOTI/AAAAAAAABDA/nyYk-PeCEXY/s1600-h/ed1902web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244092107755501874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB_NQyOTI/AAAAAAAABDA/nyYk-PeCEXY/s320/ed1902web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB_aEXmFI/AAAAAAAABDI/BPHdmgQ5OyU/s1600-h/ed1904web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244092111193086034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB_aEXmFI/AAAAAAAABDI/BPHdmgQ5OyU/s320/ed1904web.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/3103069851765777453-7732498699360446901?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7732498699360446901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7732498699360446901' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7732498699360446901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7732498699360446901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/avoidable-pain.html' title='Avoidable Pain'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SMbB-OqpRiI/AAAAAAAABCo/mHAtAvMtSlU/s72-c/ed1899web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-593357340061823862</id><published>2008-09-02T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:36:56.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Bella Photo Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SL2u2UU00qI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/570_sXBTHoE/s1600-h/bella+photo+header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241537789521351330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SL2u2UU00qI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/570_sXBTHoE/s400/bella+photo+header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, after a LONG time in training and some apprenticeship, I've decided to finally actually come up with a name for a photography business. Introducting..."BellaPhoto". I'm super excited. Although I'm not quite sure how much time a can actually devote, I can do what I can and as my kids get older I can do a little more. So, check out my new photograhy blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mybellaphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://mybellaphoto.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll probably be posting most of my photography there and keep this as my family blog. So make sure to check out both and add BellaPhoto to your links. Thanks for all your encouragement and positive feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-593357340061823862?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/593357340061823862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=593357340061823862' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/593357340061823862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/593357340061823862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/bella-photo-photography.html' title='Bella Photo Photography'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SL2u2UU00qI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/570_sXBTHoE/s72-c/bella+photo+header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1114580465171719043</id><published>2008-08-31T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:50:48.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk Down Memory Lane'/><title type='text'>Do you Remember When...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;My friend had this on her blog and I thought it would be fun to try it out and reminisce a bit. Hopefully they are good memories, let's see what you got!  1.As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!  2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-1114580465171719043?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1114580465171719043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1114580465171719043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1114580465171719043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1114580465171719043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-remember-when.html' title='Do you Remember When...?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4047490788102728333</id><published>2008-08-26T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:36:07.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has it really been 5 years? Here's my little baby on her 1st b-day and now at almost 6, her first day of kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLTZC0j4Y8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ABAuR65H7kY/s1600-h/Copy+of+bdayweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239050909030835138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLTZC0j4Y8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ABAuR65H7kY/s320/Copy+of+bdayweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdstKg9yI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hdy_NkBFTWw/s1600-h/rt3474web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985657902233378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdstKg9yI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hdy_NkBFTWw/s320/rt3474web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kids went back to school and they were so excited. Rachel started Kindergarten and has a wonderful teacher. She has been so ready for this and has just been counting down the days. When I dropped her off she just had a huge smile and wasn't nervous AT ALL!!! She has some friends in the ward in her class so she feels very comfy with that. She came home just so excited about all the small wonders. She loved the bucket stilts (buckets with ropes to hold on to) during recess. She wrote her name in a RAINBOW crayon (how cool is that), she made a blue bee. She even gets to walk home with all the neighbor kids. I am so excited for her to go to kindergarten. It's not that I want her gone, I'm just so excited for her to begin this journey of learning. She has been ready for a year and I just know she will LOVE it. She has her whole life ahead of her. I did shed a little tear, but nothing a big Diet Coke couldn't take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdsxsfoKI/AAAAAAAAA50/TB1tgYvuEsE/s1600-h/rt3475web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985659118493858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdsxsfoKI/AAAAAAAAA50/TB1tgYvuEsE/s320/rt3475web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdtc-oUuI/AAAAAAAAA6M/_7w6P-dk-XM/s1600-h/rt3502web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985670737285858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdtc-oUuI/AAAAAAAAA6M/_7w6P-dk-XM/s320/rt3502web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdtGM1J9I/AAAAAAAAA58/s98bA5Inw3k/s1600-h/rt3476web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985664622831570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdtGM1J9I/AAAAAAAAA58/s98bA5Inw3k/s320/rt3476web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdtBd16FI/AAAAAAAAA6E/CsW3gJ29WCs/s1600-h/rt3493web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985663352006738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdtBd16FI/AAAAAAAAA6E/CsW3gJ29WCs/s320/rt3493web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSd_RGm9QI/AAAAAAAAA6c/AbKesq03cUw/s1600-h/rt3509web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985976787170562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSd_RGm9QI/AAAAAAAAA6c/AbKesq03cUw/s320/rt3509web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSd_HQbqZI/AAAAAAAAA6U/iAiOpy4gpu8/s1600-h/rt3508web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985974144018834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSd_HQbqZI/AAAAAAAAA6U/iAiOpy4gpu8/s320/rt3508web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSd_4RRiLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tG7TgO0-SUk/s1600-h/w+terryweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985987300886706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSd_4RRiLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tG7TgO0-SUk/s320/w+terryweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jason and Lizzie started the 2nd year of preschool. They are going to the school Rachel went to last year and we love her. It's so great that they have each other. There are also two other kids from the ward in it. Lizzie said she's most looking forward to the treat cause Rachel told her they get a treat at the end of class each day. I'm so excited for them to learn and grow this year. I think I'm really going to see a difference in them this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSc6XT2KbI/AAAAAAAAA5c/UWarEGjQsPs/s1600-h/ed3239web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238984793042332082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSc6XT2KbI/AAAAAAAAA5c/UWarEGjQsPs/s320/ed3239web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLScv0ixYzI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/2jANuiktBjU/s1600-h/ed3276web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238984611911000882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLScv0ixYzI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/2jANuiktBjU/s320/ed3276web.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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLScVzeYhVI/AAAAAAAAA48/hPyI-SgDzfg/s1600-h/ed3255web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238984164947559762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLScVzeYhVI/AAAAAAAAA48/hPyI-SgDzfg/s320/ed3255web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSb1Px4CJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/QhUWnRnUisg/s1600-h/ed3224web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238983605609826450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSb1Px4CJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/QhUWnRnUisg/s320/ed3224web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLScrN5ZnsI/AAAAAAAAA5I/RKHAPQ3aDE4/s1600-h/ed3242web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238984532817452738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLScrN5ZnsI/AAAAAAAAA5I/RKHAPQ3aDE4/s320/ed3242web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdcOQRaBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/iumhcCwizlY/s1600-h/rt3471web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985374726973458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLSdcOQRaBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/iumhcCwizlY/s320/rt3471web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I now have 2 hours 3 times a week without kids. Each year I get just a little bit more. I guess I now have no excuse to attack the mess in my house.&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-4047490788102728333?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4047490788102728333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4047490788102728333' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4047490788102728333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4047490788102728333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SLTZC0j4Y8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ABAuR65H7kY/s72-c/Copy+of+bdayweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2650104411645143824</id><published>2008-08-18T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:00:19.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Wedding Photographer Assistant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a really invaluable experience this past weekend. My friend Merrily was shooting the wedding of a great gal in our ward. I was her Young Woman leader years ago and I just LOVE her. I always said I'd love my kids to grow up just like her. So, I asked Merrily if I could be her assistant so I could just be there and watch. Well, Merrily was so nice and asked me to bring my camera along and shoot candids and detail. So, while Merrily was setting up the pose, and Nicole and Garrett were just being in love, I'd sneak in and shoot them. Most of my picture didn't have faces but here are some of my favorites. It was a little weird having two cameras snapping away, but the fact that it was Nicole and we both had our individual assignments, it worked out great. I'm so grateful I had this experience, I gained so much confidence. Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn59ii39WI/AAAAAAAAA18/p7HCTa1gi6E/s1600-h/20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990877435327842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn59ii39WI/AAAAAAAAA18/p7HCTa1gi6E/s320/20web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5zjWyhtI/AAAAAAAAA10/qlICT5adWBo/s1600-h/21web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990705854383826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5zjWyhtI/AAAAAAAAA10/qlICT5adWBo/s320/21web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn59xEaupI/AAAAAAAAA2E/hQH-Vg-zKu8/s1600-h/22web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990881334114962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn59xEaupI/AAAAAAAAA2E/hQH-Vg-zKu8/s320/22web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5x-_mKwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/aXzFxARsrMg/s1600-h/16web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990678913559298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5x-_mKwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/aXzFxARsrMg/s320/16web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5yGYahHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/DO5yexaA4Uw/s1600-h/17web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990680896701554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5yGYahHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/DO5yexaA4Uw/s320/17web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5yat7S6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/JHxjgZVKHFM/s1600-h/18web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990686355639202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5yat7S6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/JHxjgZVKHFM/s320/18web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5ym8Q7xI/AAAAAAAAA1s/bHWJNg5OT18/s1600-h/19web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990689637003026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5ym8Q7xI/AAAAAAAAA1s/bHWJNg5OT18/s320/19web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5aB6YExI/AAAAAAAAA0s/PcnSGgM3rJI/s1600-h/11bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990267380110098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5aB6YExI/AAAAAAAAA0s/PcnSGgM3rJI/s320/11bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5aPmJ4CI/AAAAAAAAA00/oGfKENY4wRM/s1600-h/12web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990271053389858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5aPmJ4CI/AAAAAAAAA00/oGfKENY4wRM/s320/12web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5ahfn3dI/AAAAAAAAA08/DjzDup1ywmI/s1600-h/13web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990275857833426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5ahfn3dI/AAAAAAAAA08/DjzDup1ywmI/s320/13web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5a037EFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/aahGyhyIT3M/s1600-h/14web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990281060028498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5a037EFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/aahGyhyIT3M/s320/14web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5bAqxL0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/je5XCHxfBb8/s1600-h/15web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235990284226080578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5bAqxL0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/je5XCHxfBb8/s320/15web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5GFsF5oI/AAAAAAAAA0E/1_lQOcysh64/s1600-h/1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235989924796556930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5GFsF5oI/AAAAAAAAA0E/1_lQOcysh64/s320/1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5GMrQ8VI/AAAAAAAAA0M/RxV3eB58wYU/s1600-h/2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235989926672134482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5GMrQ8VI/AAAAAAAAA0M/RxV3eB58wYU/s320/2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5GqGOc0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/AT_8uMfwqIw/s1600-h/6web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235989934569845570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5GqGOc0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/AT_8uMfwqIw/s320/6web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5G_32N_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/v1ezE0CcNOc/s1600-h/9web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235989940415117298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5G_32N_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/v1ezE0CcNOc/s320/9web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5HF9Au8I/AAAAAAAAA0k/DF8CizRLsZE/s1600-h/10bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235989942047390658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn5HF9Au8I/AAAAAAAAA0k/DF8CizRLsZE/s320/10bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn-5cZGPrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TfLbTbARqJ4/s1600-h/23bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235996304622370482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn-5cZGPrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TfLbTbARqJ4/s320/23bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicole and Garrett were such good sports all day to let TWO gals shoot them non-stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-2650104411645143824?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2650104411645143824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2650104411645143824' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2650104411645143824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2650104411645143824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-photographer-assistant.html' title='Wedding Photographer Assistant'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKn59ii39WI/AAAAAAAAA18/p7HCTa1gi6E/s72-c/20web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2794610869079370558</id><published>2008-08-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:51:08.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>My Trusted Neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to my neighbors for letting me practice on their family. As you can see I had lots of chances to get it right, with Triplets, Twins, and One. Thanks to Merrily for showing me so many tricks of the trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCegPVf2sI/AAAAAAAAAzc/n0Y3-hRArU8/s1600-h/fam2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233357043714218690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCegPVf2sI/AAAAAAAAAzc/n0Y3-hRArU8/s400/fam2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCegGy49UI/AAAAAAAAAzk/UpS1f5PL6PU/s1600-h/kids2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233357041421579586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCegGy49UI/AAAAAAAAAzk/UpS1f5PL6PU/s400/kids2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCegisWIII/AAAAAAAAAzs/Zfpxu-hVbeo/s1600-h/legs2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233357048910323842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCegisWIII/AAAAAAAAAzs/Zfpxu-hVbeo/s400/legs2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwW2pBgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/FOO7oHnctWM/s1600-h/kids4bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356221098558978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwW2pBgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/FOO7oHnctWM/s320/kids4bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwCD6oZI/AAAAAAAAAy0/stjSmstcdDE/s1600-h/kids1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356215517094290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwCD6oZI/AAAAAAAAAy0/stjSmstcdDE/s320/kids1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwocgqDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/CDJgW9nDVK8/s1600-h/tripletsweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356225820796978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwocgqDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/CDJgW9nDVK8/s320/tripletsweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwhadouI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8l_htyCjVdc/s1600-h/twinsweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356223933162210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwhadouI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8l_htyCjVdc/s320/twinsweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdWP5k48I/AAAAAAAAAyE/RjVLgxNgqd0/s1600-h/Addie1bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233355772555224002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdWP5k48I/AAAAAAAAAyE/RjVLgxNgqd0/s200/Addie1bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdXFIXFtI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XbxQ7lZEuOA/s1600-h/Bryson1bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233355786844313298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdXFIXFtI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XbxQ7lZEuOA/s200/Bryson1bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdYS44iAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rLDYTYlClfE/s1600-h/Caitlyn1bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKIhuWJ658I/AAAAAAAAAz0/HTf6rKbGyN8/s1600-h/Caitnewbwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233782797062825922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKIhuWJ658I/AAAAAAAAAz0/HTf6rKbGyN8/s200/Caitnewbwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdYtsUGZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/00FbKcRYKXk/s1600-h/emma1bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233355814912399762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdYtsUGZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/00FbKcRYKXk/s200/emma1bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdZORZ92I/AAAAAAAAAyk/9dC2Ph9bY34/s1600-h/Tanner1bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233355823657908066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdZORZ92I/AAAAAAAAAyk/9dC2Ph9bY34/s200/Tanner1bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCeI4GSOrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0-OHVPg_mvA/s1600-h/zoe1bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCdwDY_y8I/AAAAAAAAAys/Tsaue4We7_0/s1600-h/zoe1bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKIhuiBniZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/D0kcUl17kW8/s1600-h/zoenewbwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233782800249227666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKIhuiBniZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/D0kcUl17kW8/s200/zoenewbwweb.jpg" border="0" /&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/3103069851765777453-2794610869079370558?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2794610869079370558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2794610869079370558' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2794610869079370558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2794610869079370558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-trusted-neighbors.html' title='My Trusted Neighbors'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SKCegPVf2sI/AAAAAAAAAzc/n0Y3-hRArU8/s72-c/fam2web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-109444826814727520</id><published>2008-08-06T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:09:22.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Meet Lucas, my sister's newest addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meet my nephew Lucas (2wks). He is so tiny and sweet. I love the basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231498377799521298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJoEDpPF1BI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nNWVfwgGUWQ/s400/lucas33bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231498227430038098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJoD65ENmlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/HdnxnEM6qZE/s400/lucas35sepiaweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231498233038924546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJoD7N9eawI/AAAAAAAAAxU/QECJqXgdTyU/s400/lucas2bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231498231537430178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJoD7IXfbqI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bXuYg0CLlQc/s400/lucas4web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231498233654225122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJoD7QQLKOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_zgw5UhYaxk/s400/lucas10web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231498241314763618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJoD7syls2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/uhAaY9B81-4/s400/lucas30bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm also including a picture I took of my mom and her husband Mark for their mission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499091195309858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJoEtK15ryI/AAAAAAAAAx8/eBdCtPy2VTg/s400/Eld+%26+Sis+Smith+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-109444826814727520?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/109444826814727520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=109444826814727520' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/109444826814727520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/109444826814727520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-lucas-my-sisters-newest-addition.html' title='Meet Lucas, my sister&apos;s newest addition'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJoEDpPF1BI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nNWVfwgGUWQ/s72-c/lucas33bwweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4843426925255902281</id><published>2008-07-30T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:04:46.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228915324582629682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDWyKJYETI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qu4WCHiI4og/s400/lizround15x7web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDWxUvqMzI/AAAAAAAAAws/rXqFydT-UQc/s1600-h/lizround2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228915310247686962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDWxUvqMzI/AAAAAAAAAws/rXqFydT-UQc/s400/lizround2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDWxxC8XmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/FcQSKcnVLSc/s1600-h/lizround3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228915317844762210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDWxxC8XmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/FcQSKcnVLSc/s400/lizround3web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDWyImb4qI/AAAAAAAAAw8/hbpMLAox_7g/s1600-h/lizround4sepiaweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228915324167643810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDWyImb4qI/AAAAAAAAAw8/hbpMLAox_7g/s400/lizround4sepiaweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My little Lizzie is pretty easy to bribe into modeling for me.  Give her a cookie and she smile, pose, make faces, etc.  I just got this round chair that I wanted to try out.  I don't like the whiteness of it but I figure I could make a slipcover or something when I find some cool material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-4843426925255902281?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4843426925255902281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4843426925255902281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4843426925255902281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4843426925255902281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDWyKJYETI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qu4WCHiI4og/s72-c/lizround15x7web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2860915406771138311</id><published>2008-07-30T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:43:55.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Are We Done Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDEFn9AnQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/HF6-n888kSo/s1600-h/firework1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228894768280411394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDEFn9AnQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/HF6-n888kSo/s400/firework1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm ready to celebrate the end of celebrating.  It's been fun, but I'm ready to move on.  I am happy though that I was able apply a new technique and shoot some cool fireworks.  I'll be back soon with some highlights of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3103069851765777453-2860915406771138311?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2860915406771138311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2860915406771138311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2860915406771138311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2860915406771138311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-we-done-yet.html' title='Are We Done Yet?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SJDEFn9AnQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/HF6-n888kSo/s72-c/firework1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7839820286954654779</id><published>2008-07-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:03:15.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm an Aunt once again:)</title><content type='html'>Welcome baby boy Engemann.   Hopefully he'll have a name soon.  He is so cute and looks just like his older brother Zach.  Congrats.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224430505904125746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDn3WohNzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9bHwbOOJHqc/s400/baby6web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnv-cBxrI/AAAAAAAAAv0/EQAsGg00fa0/s1600-h/baby1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224430379150198450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnv-cBxrI/AAAAAAAAAv0/EQAsGg00fa0/s400/baby1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnwD-nc0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/9gGe8ZyeMkA/s1600-h/baby3bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224430380637451074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnwD-nc0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/9gGe8ZyeMkA/s400/baby3bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnwSboDwI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HTkW8iF4Ci0/s1600-h/baby2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224430384517222146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnwSboDwI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HTkW8iF4Ci0/s400/baby2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnwaouMOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/B9A8XLt-tI4/s1600-h/baby4web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224430386719633634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnwaouMOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/B9A8XLt-tI4/s400/baby4web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnwuo9fwI/AAAAAAAAAwU/x2DqfN1p4Z0/s1600-h/baby5web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224430392089345794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDnwuo9fwI/AAAAAAAAAwU/x2DqfN1p4Z0/s400/baby5web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3103069851765777453-7839820286954654779?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7839820286954654779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7839820286954654779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7839820286954654779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7839820286954654779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-aunt-once-again.html' title='I&apos;m an Aunt once again:)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SIDn3WohNzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9bHwbOOJHqc/s72-c/baby6web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7928823780719361539</id><published>2008-07-14T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:05:29.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Blonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shot this family the other day and I have to say these little girls were so cute.  This older one is incredibly photogenic.  The younger one wouldn't smile, but it don't think it mattered.  These are my favorites.  Thanks to Christiana for her very helpful assisting.  It was so nice to have you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223070815976178482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHwTO-74QzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_-7bCWqdZxA/s400/em3web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHwTJXhK3DI/AAAAAAAAAvk/E0BexmS-rF8/s1600-h/em5bwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223070719495822386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHwTJXhK3DI/AAAAAAAAAvk/E0BexmS-rF8/s400/em5bwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223070644646034482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHwTFArlvDI/AAAAAAAAAvc/5dq7ZYoNm1s/s400/han2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223070543399114210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHwS_HgcVeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/6KcPc7X5go0/s400/fam4longweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223070378194792162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHwS1gEqbuI/AAAAAAAAAvM/XKmA_7Ez5d0/s400/em8desatweb.jpg" border="0" /&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/3103069851765777453-7928823780719361539?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7928823780719361539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7928823780719361539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7928823780719361539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7928823780719361539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-blonds.html' title='Beautiful Blonds'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHwTO-74QzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_-7bCWqdZxA/s72-c/em3web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-44235602991099583</id><published>2008-07-10T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:39:48.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>IT"S ALIVE</title><content type='html'>Today I went out shooting nature.  I must have made an impression on this waterfountain, cause all of a sudden this little man (who was probably juggling at the time) appeared.  I put my drive to continuous high shots and took about 10 pics of the water to see what I'd end up with.  This little guy showed up in the last one.  Kinda cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517245040144866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHaORQMxseI/AAAAAAAAAuo/eI6U9FWKmvE/s400/watermanweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some yahoos had something to do with this tree coming to life.  But, as I walked past I felt like someone was watching me.  I must have smiled at it cause it smiled back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHaOL-lhwnI/AAAAAAAAAug/md7UBoR3Kys/s1600-h/tree+faceweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517154412774002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHaOL-lhwnI/AAAAAAAAAug/md7UBoR3Kys/s400/tree+faceweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In highschool I had a poster of a tumbling river in my room.  I loved the feel  of the moving water.  I love it even more now that I can do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHaOEQ7OPII/AAAAAAAAAuY/Mv2EIN7ZC58/s1600-h/riverweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517021896653954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHaOEQ7OPII/AAAAAAAAAuY/Mv2EIN7ZC58/s400/riverweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, thought I'd share what nature has to offer us here in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3103069851765777453-44235602991099583?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/44235602991099583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=44235602991099583' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/44235602991099583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/44235602991099583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-alive.html' title='IT&quot;S ALIVE'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHaORQMxseI/AAAAAAAAAuo/eI6U9FWKmvE/s72-c/watermanweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5167478410560734718</id><published>2008-07-08T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:07:20.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 4TH OF JULY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPgFvov5dI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/1D00bj-NKt0/s1600-h/4th7web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762782343882194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPgFvov5dI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/1D00bj-NKt0/s400/4th7web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;We started out the day with a bang.  On our way to breakfast at Village Inn with Rick's family we were greeted by our friendly, neighborhood police officer.  He must have had the holiday spirit in his heart cause he let us off with a warning.  We enjoyed breakfast all the more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPf9Pwnu2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/Sky0TkZi7nA/s1600-h/4th1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762636348013410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPf9Pwnu2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/Sky0TkZi7nA/s400/4th1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;After breakfast we went back over to Rick's mom's to visit and pick cherries.  The kids loved them and Jason just sat at the bottom of the tree and waited for uncle Mark to drop them into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPf3Z7_7vI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Jr3rvmAu0GA/s1600-h/4th2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762536000876274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPf3Z7_7vI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Jr3rvmAu0GA/s400/4th2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfvwo_snI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iyGRsRXz418/s1600-h/4th4web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762404656231026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfvwo_snI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iyGRsRXz418/s400/4th4web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPflKffvGI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f3qkIdOPcWE/s1600-h/4th5web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762222617148514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPflKffvGI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f3qkIdOPcWE/s400/4th5web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;We went swimming and it felt so good.  It's wonderful that my kids are finally old enough that they can play in the kiddie section and I don't have to constantly be having a head count...1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3.  Most of my family went to this.  My brother and new wife and a couple of her kids are up for the Junior Olympic boys volleyball.  So, we benefitted from it being held in Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;After swimming we hung out at my brother's for the evening and my mom and her husband joined us.  My nephew gave the kids tractor rides all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfeVyXRnI/AAAAAAAAAto/mErVIY3JsSE/s1600-h/4th8web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762105389991538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfeVyXRnI/AAAAAAAAAto/mErVIY3JsSE/s400/4th8web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfXrr0HhI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3FNfHa4n68Y/s1600-h/4th9web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761991009017362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfXrr0HhI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3FNfHa4n68Y/s400/4th9web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;and NIGHT!!!  They LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfSfCxMrI/AAAAAAAAAtY/n1mwg5ZW_tU/s1600-h/4th10web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761901716288178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfSfCxMrI/AAAAAAAAAtY/n1mwg5ZW_tU/s400/4th10web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The guys had a chipping "horse" game all around the house.  They played for hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfMi-rScI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bJO8YG3bFx4/s1600-h/4th12web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761799693650370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfMi-rScI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bJO8YG3bFx4/s400/4th12web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hours!!!  They LOVED it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfEOQh-JI/AAAAAAAAAtI/yH7aTh0KQJ4/s1600-h/4th13web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761656692439186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPfEOQh-JI/AAAAAAAAAtI/yH7aTh0KQJ4/s400/4th13web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Then we had our own fireworks show.  We let each of the kids pick out one firework.  Rachel of course found the biggest and most expensive one.  Jason loved his and Lizzie was happy with just a little flame thrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPe-jOrdqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/VKRdbSke3rM/s1600-h/4th14web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761559242602146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPe-jOrdqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/VKRdbSke3rM/s400/4th14web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPe5DGbqvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dOZ6AYMII-U/s1600-h/4th15web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761464718732018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPe5DGbqvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dOZ6AYMII-U/s400/4th15web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPezwFyefI/AAAAAAAAAsw/UgDxYAi1t_k/s1600-h/4th16web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761373716412914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPezwFyefI/AAAAAAAAAsw/UgDxYAi1t_k/s400/4th16web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;My nephew of course had to then bring out the illegals!!! They had a roman candle war that was out of control.  We were in the middle of the war zone.  We were all yelling at them to be careful and they just plugged their ears to us and fired away.  It got my heart racing and they loved every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Our celebrations are still going on.  It's Tuesday and we have been having fun with my brother and family every moment since.  My kids are so worn out, staying up way past their bedtime each night.  Last night we got home about 11:00, the 4th night in a row, and Rachel was so exhausted.  As she got into bed she started crying a little and said, "I didn't even have any time to rest, all day long.  You need to let me rest."  Then she went over the the plaque on her wall with "the B's" and pointed to one and said, "See that, that says "BE STILL".  That means I need to be still every day.  You didn't let me be still."  She got in bed and was out the minute her head hit the pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So, today we just hung out and took it easy.  We have one more outing with the adults tonight, so they get a babysitter here so they can go to bed, then my brother leaves tomorrow.  We wish they lived closer, but it gives us reason to get to Cal more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-5167478410560734718?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5167478410560734718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5167478410560734718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5167478410560734718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5167478410560734718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='HAPPY 4TH OF JULY'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SHPgFvov5dI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/1D00bj-NKt0/s72-c/4th7web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8313869183603937570</id><published>2008-07-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:06:45.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>DISNEYLAND, SEA WORLD, BEACH: OH MY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took our family to California a couple of weeks ago. We had a wonderful time. It's been a VERY long time since we've gone somewhere with just our little family. We travel quite a bit, but it's always with other people, which we love... but, it's fun to be with just us and focus on each other. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you travel with other people? or do you like to just go with your family? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I grew up in Cal and we always went to Bob's Big Boy. It's a great childhood memory, especially with my dad. Yummy pancakes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4eAKSgTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6RfzcA4pbyw/s1600-h/disney8web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185943840882994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4eAKSgTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6RfzcA4pbyw/s400/disney8web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to Disneyland for three days first. I'll tell you what...it was sooooo hot, almost 100 degrees. The kids were lathargic during the hot sun. They loved Splash Mountain and Pirates. My favorite is Soarin over California. It was fun that the kids were all big enough to go on those rides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4BAVeJpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/vwxBS3nSnZE/s1600-h/disney3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185445671577234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4BAVeJpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/vwxBS3nSnZE/s400/disney3web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq35z43yMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/1bONYrHEe9o/s1600-h/disney6web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185322071312578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq35z43yMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/1bONYrHEe9o/s400/disney6web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun hats and yummy lollypops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq3wBe5e4I/AAAAAAAAArw/7FWDVtc8xCw/s1600-h/disney1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185153921776514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq3wBe5e4I/AAAAAAAAArw/7FWDVtc8xCw/s400/disney1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq63eBPOBI/AAAAAAAAAso/GkQzmFbicFk/s1600-h/disney5web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218188580375967762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq63eBPOBI/AAAAAAAAAso/GkQzmFbicFk/s400/disney5web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was really good with my camera. I only brought my big one the first day so I could do some fun things, then the last two days I brought my point and shoot. Don't you love this picture of the Matterhorn? I took it from the balcony of our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq3fpgMb5I/AAAAAAAAArg/wcgDtvXFVmQ/s1600-h/disney4web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184872606855058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq3fpgMb5I/AAAAAAAAArg/wcgDtvXFVmQ/s400/disney4web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lizzie wore her Tinkerbell dress one day. We also had lunch with the princesses. Jasmine is my kids favorite. I guess we've been watching Alladin a lot lately. They loved seeing all the princesses, even jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq3Jylv8HI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XouKUkTtoxc/s1600-h/disney7web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184497088950386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq3Jylv8HI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XouKUkTtoxc/s400/disney7web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq3Vn4AGCI/AAAAAAAAArY/F9UHz48WUSQ/s1600-h/disney2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184700371146786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq3Vn4AGCI/AAAAAAAAArY/F9UHz48WUSQ/s400/disney2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We stayed with my brother and sister-in-law the last half of our trip. It was so fun to be with them. We spent a day at Sea World, which we LOVED. For one it wasn't as hot, and two, they loved the animals. Jason was Shamu's biggest fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4WF35zdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kF42I2tU5Ps/s1600-h/sea+world+3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185807935426002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4WF35zdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kF42I2tU5Ps/s400/sea+world+3web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are a whole bunch of animal encounters: polar bears, penguins, dolphins, otters, sharks, etc. At the end of each "encounter" there was a gift shop filled with things of that animal. Jason loved the stuffed animals and the grabbers. At the end of the 5th or 6th one we were looking at the sharks and right then and there he said, "ok, lets go see the stuffed animals and grabbers." So, what did he actually enjoy the most? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4PUhvUFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hV4OCTD3qNg/s1600-h/sea+world+2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185691609911378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4PUhvUFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hV4OCTD3qNg/s400/sea+world+2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the shamu show the people got kinda wet. At the sea lion show the people got a little wet. So, when we went to see the dolphin show we thought, "hey, let's get wet since it's so hot." So, we sat in the front and um...got SOAKED. A whale came and splashed us with his tail like 5 times which ended up being huge waves. It was fun but we sure smelled like dolphins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4JZjafXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/c-WCM7YmTnQ/s1600-h/sea+world+1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185589879897458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4JZjafXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/c-WCM7YmTnQ/s400/sea+world+1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our last day we went to the beach with my brother, and my sister happened to be in town too on vacation, so we had a little mini reunion. I think the kids loved this the best. It was cool and wet and cousins to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2w0D2CkI/AAAAAAAAArI/GxQwDeviWWI/s1600-h/beach+2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184067986885186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2w0D2CkI/AAAAAAAAArI/GxQwDeviWWI/s400/beach+2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rick helping the kids warm up to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2pYabcKI/AAAAAAAAArA/xBvpaB7kX4g/s1600-h/beach+3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218183940306333858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2pYabcKI/AAAAAAAAArA/xBvpaB7kX4g/s400/beach+3web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2kid52uI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uHYW2eIIw7s/s1600-h/beach+4web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218183857105918690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2kid52uI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uHYW2eIIw7s/s400/beach+4web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rachel posing and my "Bay Watch boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2d-SeuuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XVF-Ark3lvs/s1600-h/beach+1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218183744315112162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2d-SeuuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XVF-Ark3lvs/s400/beach+1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little Lizzie soaking up some rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2XoHhi7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/kLIZZi33-UA/s1600-h/beach+5web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218183635284364210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq2XoHhi7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/kLIZZi33-UA/s400/beach+5web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I of course had to do some cool shots too. This is my new neice. I love this picture. The beach was actually packed, I just happened to catch her in this serene pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had such a good time and I can't wait for the next family vacation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-8313869183603937570?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8313869183603937570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8313869183603937570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8313869183603937570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8313869183603937570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/disneyland-sea-world-beach-oh-my.html' title='DISNEYLAND, SEA WORLD, BEACH: OH MY...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGq4eAKSgTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6RfzcA4pbyw/s72-c/disney8web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1680778472319448103</id><published>2008-06-23T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:21:35.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Twins Turn Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGASPMnMW4I/AAAAAAAAAqg/nvJ_u1F58ZA/s1600-h/bday7web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215188420787985282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGASPMnMW4I/AAAAAAAAAqg/nvJ_u1F58ZA/s400/bday7web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for my long absence, but I have been so busy as I'm sure many of you are. We had dance recitals to get ready for, bday's to get ready for, and a vacation to get ready for. I'll post those later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll my little babies are just growing up. Jason and Lizzie turned four last week which is just amazing to me. Now I have a 5 yr old and two 4 yr olds. I feel like I have triplets. They were so excited to have a bday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had two family parties and a friends party which was a first for them. We set up our big waterslide and they just played and played. We had 19 little kids (including my 3 and a helper friend) over here which was a little crazy but fun. Rachel was a huge helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGARshaOVPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ISXZqSIhWO4/s1600-h/bday3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215187825075311858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGARshaOVPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ISXZqSIhWO4/s400/bday3web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGARSwLZf_I/AAAAAAAAApw/oLasa9Lvtns/s1600-h/bday1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215187382363062258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGARSwLZf_I/AAAAAAAAApw/oLasa9Lvtns/s400/bday1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lizzie wanted a princess party and Jason wanted an elephant party (which by the way is very hard to decorate for) so we put them together and had a princess elephant party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGARiyDeJjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BwwVGz8bTdc/s1600-h/bday2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215187657744590386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGARiyDeJjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BwwVGz8bTdc/s400/bday2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGARzjiJCdI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_s4G5RFvxXg/s1600-h/bday+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215187945904474578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGARzjiJCdI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_s4G5RFvxXg/s400/bday+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lizzie wanted princess barbies and Jason wanted an elephant and a spiderman costume. They were so excited when they opened their presents. Jason has been in his costume ever since. We had to put our foot down when he wanted to sleep in the mask, although we did let him sleep in the costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGASIjHnbuI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rz0LWnCw42Q/s1600-h/bday6web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215188306570473186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGASIjHnbuI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rz0LWnCw42Q/s400/bday6web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGASAYjcNbI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/RdWxVrpY6xw/s1600-h/bday5web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215188166295434674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGASAYjcNbI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/RdWxVrpY6xw/s400/bday5web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy birthday babies, we love you!!&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-1680778472319448103?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1680778472319448103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1680778472319448103' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1680778472319448103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1680778472319448103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-twins-turn-four.html' title='My Twins Turn Four'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SGASPMnMW4I/AAAAAAAAAqg/nvJ_u1F58ZA/s72-c/bday7web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7472033930882705126</id><published>2008-05-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:24:35.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>ACTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SDy0KtRcOUI/AAAAAAAAApo/wiTGcV2wqPE/s1600-h/vintage+lizzie+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205233365377890626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SDy0KtRcOUI/AAAAAAAAApo/wiTGcV2wqPE/s400/vintage+lizzie+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;I love Photoshop actions. They can tell a whole different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-7472033930882705126?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7472033930882705126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7472033930882705126' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7472033930882705126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7472033930882705126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/actions.html' title='ACTIONS'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SDy0KtRcOUI/AAAAAAAAApo/wiTGcV2wqPE/s72-c/vintage+lizzie+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8761044719041848083</id><published>2008-05-16T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:03:16.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>My Twins...</title><content type='html'>My little twins are almost 4. I can't believe how fast the time has gone. I took them on a photo experiment today with Chrissy and her youngest two. I had to bribe them with McDonalds afterwards if they smiled and were happy the WHOLE TIME. They did a great job. Here are the results!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26GGmxDBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/FTQFpRRQtyE/s1600-h/j+lstairs3bwbdrweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201017758697982994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26GGmxDBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/FTQFpRRQtyE/s400/j%2Blstairs3bwbdrweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26oGmxDJI/AAAAAAAAApA/j3rElpEyzOc/s1600-h/liz2bdrweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201018342813535378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26oGmxDJI/AAAAAAAAApA/j3rElpEyzOc/s400/liz2bdrweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26j2mxDII/AAAAAAAAAo4/d2Mi_UbnwRE/s1600-h/jason3slatsbwweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201018269799091330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26j2mxDII/AAAAAAAAAo4/d2Mi_UbnwRE/s400/jason3slatsbwweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC2642mxDNI/AAAAAAAAApg/OJPdgf5fqv8/s1600-h/Liz+1+w+vignette+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201018630576344274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC2642mxDNI/AAAAAAAAApg/OJPdgf5fqv8/s400/Liz+1+w+vignette+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26gmmxDHI/AAAAAAAAAow/t34m979Jg20/s1600-h/jason1wborderweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201018213964516466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26gmmxDHI/AAAAAAAAAow/t34m979Jg20/s400/jason1wborderweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26YGmxDFI/AAAAAAAAAog/sVVENpswY34/s1600-h/j+lwalkbdrweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201018067935628370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26YGmxDFI/AAAAAAAAAog/sVVENpswY34/s400/j%2Blwalkbdrweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26cGmxDGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/P-6wdyrUuSo/s1600-h/j+lwallbdrweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201018136655105122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26cGmxDGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/P-6wdyrUuSo/s400/j%2Blwallbdrweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC2602mxDMI/AAAAAAAAApY/GW7ynEln_HY/s1600-h/liz4chairbdrweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201018561856867522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC2602mxDMI/AAAAAAAAApY/GW7ynEln_HY/s400/liz4chairbdrweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26UmmxDEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TRPpLFXuRLk/s1600-h/J+Ltulipsborderweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201018007806086210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26UmmxDEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TRPpLFXuRLk/s400/J%2BLtulipsborderweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26QmmxDDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BVfxBepIQ1I/s1600-h/j+lstairsbwbdrweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201017939086609458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26QmmxDDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BVfxBepIQ1I/s400/j%2Blstairsbwbdrweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26MGmxDCI/AAAAAAAAAoI/dP6WwDm38WI/s1600-h/j+lstairsbdrweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201017861777198114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26MGmxDCI/AAAAAAAAAoI/dP6WwDm38WI/s400/j%2Blstairsbdrweb.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/3103069851765777453-8761044719041848083?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8761044719041848083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8761044719041848083' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8761044719041848083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8761044719041848083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-twins.html' title='My Twins...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SC26GGmxDBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/FTQFpRRQtyE/s72-c/j%2Blstairs3bwbdrweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7367828213687973867</id><published>2008-05-14T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:02:26.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>BATTER BLASTER is BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCvRUWmxC_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/R2YTgUxTkT8/s1600-h/blaster+web+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200480342325136370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCvRUWmxC_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/R2YTgUxTkT8/s400/blaster+web+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCvRYmmxDAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_PcZVHnxdHM/s1600-h/blaster+web+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200480415339580418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCvRYmmxDAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_PcZVHnxdHM/s400/blaster+web+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCvRJWmxC-I/AAAAAAAAAno/SWi8_h6tYNA/s1600-h/blaster+web+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know what you're thinking.  GROSS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to admit, it's my new favorite snack and easiest dinner ever.  Rick brought it home as a surprise and YUMMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try it, you'll like it.  I found it in the dairy section by the Egg Beaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCvREmmxC9I/AAAAAAAAAng/d50tmp53gS8/s1600-h/blaster+web+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-7367828213687973867?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7367828213687973867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7367828213687973867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7367828213687973867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7367828213687973867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/batter-blaster-is-best.html' title='BATTER BLASTER is BEST'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCvRUWmxC_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/R2YTgUxTkT8/s72-c/blaster+web+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-3755124715044157146</id><published>2008-05-06T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:36:27.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Tell All: WHY I LOVE BEING A MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCurnYtV8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/IlN-bafcDWk/s1600-h/pink+daisy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197346034315777986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCurnYtV8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/IlN-bafcDWk/s400/pink+daisy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being a mom because I feel so much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all the time.  When I am happy, my kids give me lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  When I am sad, my kids give me lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  When I am mad, with time, my kids give me lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  When I am sick, my kids give me lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I feel so much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for each of them that I can hardly contain myself.  I remember when I only had Rachel and I was pregnant with Jason and Lizzie.  I didn't think I had anymore room to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; any more children.  Then when they came my capacity to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; grew and grew.  I'm so grateful that we don't have to divide our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; between our kids.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is infinite and it just keeps growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCuK3YtV7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/kECBeV6QuBU/s1600-h/email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197345471675062194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCuK3YtV7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/kECBeV6QuBU/s400/email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night for Family Night, Rick and the kids did a special Mother's Day lesson.  Each of the kids said what they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about me.  Rick tried to give them suggestions, but they didn't want any, they came up with their own and wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCt7XYtV6I/AAAAAAAAAms/fl2bWpIIVLI/s1600-h/mom2+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197345205387089826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCt7XYtV6I/AAAAAAAAAms/fl2bWpIIVLI/s400/mom2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason said that he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s me because I make him peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago we went bowling and we had had a really fun time.  Out of the blue he ran up to me and threw his arms around me and gave me the biggest bear hug and kiss.  That's why I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCtznYtV5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/pidyb-FQhl0/s1600-h/mom1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197345072243103634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCtznYtV5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/pidyb-FQhl0/s400/mom1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel said that she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s me because I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; her.  You're right Rachie, I do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sat after the dance competition and a long day of just hanging out together, I was making up a song about her and dancing some moves from her dance she had done that day.  She just ran up to me laughing and smiling, threw her arms around me and kissed me and told me she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s me.  That's why I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCtonYtV4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/quvXnUMFmvI/s1600-h/IMG_6661+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197344883264542594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCtonYtV4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/quvXnUMFmvI/s400/IMG_6661+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lizzie said that she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s me because I watch her say her prayers.  Last week we were playing a game that she got in a Kids Meal from Wendys.  In the middle of the game she jumped up and threw her arms around me and gave me a huge hug and kiss, then went back to her seat and continued the game.  That's why I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mom means having so much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for and from your kids that you can hardly contain yourself.  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my kids and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; their dad.  He is such a great dad and they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him so much.  Experiencing all this every day?  Well, that's why I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being a mom.&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/3103069851765777453-3755124715044157146?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3755124715044157146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=3755124715044157146' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3755124715044157146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3755124715044157146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-tell-all-why-i-love-being-mom.html' title='Tuesday Tell All: WHY I LOVE BEING A MOM'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SCCurnYtV8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/IlN-bafcDWk/s72-c/pink+daisy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7347297562159351354</id><published>2008-05-03T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:36:48.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IRnYtVtI/AAAAAAAAAlE/g2ViZUQ_Apw/s1600-h/IMG_6626+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196389012523013842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IRnYtVtI/AAAAAAAAAlE/g2ViZUQ_Apw/s400/IMG_6626+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IYHYtVuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/s7S8SNH5BXQ/s1600-h/IMG_6633+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196389124192163554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IYHYtVuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/s7S8SNH5BXQ/s400/IMG_6633+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1Ii3YtVwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/5www4cSzlek/s1600-h/IMG_6637+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196389308875757314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1Ii3YtVwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/5www4cSzlek/s400/IMG_6637+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IdXYtVvI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ndWsKiVNGqo/s1600-h/IMG_6634+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196389214386476786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IdXYtVvI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ndWsKiVNGqo/s400/IMG_6634+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IzXYtVyI/AAAAAAAAAls/Y1tkPUfN5l4/s1600-h/IMG_6647+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196389592343598882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IzXYtVyI/AAAAAAAAAls/Y1tkPUfN5l4/s400/IMG_6647+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1Ip3YtVxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/C08fgCLz1W4/s1600-h/IMG_6644+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196389429134841618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1Ip3YtVxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/C08fgCLz1W4/s400/IMG_6644+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rachel's dance class did the cutest little dance called, "I'm Cute" at a dance competition today. She did such a great job up there. She smiled big, knew all her moves, and put a little sass into her hip shakes. At the end they all got trophies and she had a beaming smile. She LOVES to dance and she does a great job. She is so much fun to watch. I'm so proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afterwards, she changed and went to a park to play. We had such a fun time just hanging out together. I sure love my kids and being with them. They really put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1Ku3YtV3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/9nJu1uRlaUg/s1600-h/IMG_6728+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196391714057443186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1Ku3YtV3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/9nJu1uRlaUg/s400/IMG_6728+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1KmnYtV2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/mWokuplVWBs/s1600-h/IMG_6681+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196391572323522402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1KmnYtV2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/mWokuplVWBs/s400/IMG_6681+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1Kf3YtV1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/YsCH-CTOabk/s1600-h/IMG_6669+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196391456359405394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1Kf3YtV1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/YsCH-CTOabk/s400/IMG_6669+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1KY3YtV0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/ShECxPARgOk/s1600-h/IMG_6656+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196391336100321090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1KY3YtV0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/ShECxPARgOk/s400/IMG_6656+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1KRHYtVzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9mQpiPZwJ04/s1600-h/+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196391202956334898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1KRHYtVzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9mQpiPZwJ04/s400/+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YES, this is my 40D, thanks for asking.  Nice huh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-7347297562159351354?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7347297562159351354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7347297562159351354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7347297562159351354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7347297562159351354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/dance-competition.html' title='Dance Competition'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SB1IRnYtVtI/AAAAAAAAAlE/g2ViZUQ_Apw/s72-c/IMG_6626+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-6507723501478993678</id><published>2008-05-01T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:29:36.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Who Says PATIENCE is a Virtue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBn1K3YtVsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/c4zcMnsTsbA/s1600-h/40d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195453212163659458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBn1K3YtVsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/c4zcMnsTsbA/s400/40d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So, I've been wanting the Canon 40D SLR camera for about a year now.  I have the Canon 20D and it has been a fabulous camera but, I'm ready to upgrade.  So last summer I talked to Rick about it and he told me to be&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that we would find a way to get it next summer (now this summer).  I totally trust him that when he says we'll get something, we will.  So, I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, at Christmas, Kate posted a blog saying that she got the 40D for Christmas.  I was a little jealous, but I continued to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;Then, in January, my brother called and said he wanted to get a camera for his fiance and wanted my advice.  He was leaning towards the Rebel XTI and wanted to know what I thought about it.  I told him it was a great entry level SLR and he'd be very happy with it.  Then I told him that I wanted the 40D.  When I went to the wedding I saw the new camera...it was the 40D!!!!!!  I was a little jealous, but continued to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause I knew I'd get one this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last week Christiana called and said she was looking to buy an SLR and wanted my advice.  She said she was thinking about the Rebel XTI.  I told her as well that it was a great entry level SLR and she'd love it.  Then I told her that I was planning on getting the 40D this summer.  She called back a few days later to tell me she bought her camera and it was...the 40D!!!!!  I was again a little jealous, but continued to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause mine was only a few months away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told Rick about all these people getting MY camera and he said, "well, we can get one for Christmas if that's what you want."  WHAT?  What happened to this summer?  Well, that was the end of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I decided to take matters into my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a testimony that Heavenly Father gives you what you really want.  He requires some things, but "ask and ye shall receive, knock and it shall be opened."  So, I said a long prayer and told him that I really wanted this and to help me find opportunities to earn some money so that I can pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some effort I found some things to sell:  I have 27 items of children's clothes on ebay that end today which I'll make around $200.  I have 3 large totes of clothes for Kid to Kid where I'll get around $100.  I'm selling my Canon 20D camera for $475.00 (if anyone is interested let me know, it's on EBAY Buy it Now, but if you let me know before it sells I'd sell it to you.), then Rick told me I could have whatever is in PayPal which is $275.00.  So, with all of this together, I have enough to pay for my new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how quickly this all came together.  I know that the Lord helped me to find the money because, He gives you what you want with a little work, sacrifice, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and a lot of faith.  I ordered my camera yesterday and it will be here tomorrow.  Yea for me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-6507723501478993678?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6507723501478993678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=6507723501478993678' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6507723501478993678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6507723501478993678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-says-patience-is-virtue.html' title='Who Says PATIENCE is a Virtue?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBn1K3YtVsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/c4zcMnsTsbA/s72-c/40d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5584684150517813517</id><published>2008-04-28T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:00:40.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>WHO LOVES COLOR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, we've lived in our home for 8 yrs and we've never been pleased with our living room. We had four cream color chairs with tan carpet, tan walls, tan drapes, BLAHHHH!!!!!. So, we painted the room red but we tired of it after a couple years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194432650624718434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBZU-XYtVmI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BuyWoQ7wlHI/s400/living+room+a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBZVEnYtVnI/AAAAAAAAAkU/o4zHWyTuqL0/s1600-h/living+room+a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194432757998900850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBZVEnYtVnI/AAAAAAAAAkU/o4zHWyTuqL0/s400/living+room+a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Then we had to change some furniture around and ended up with a green couch. It all looked weird, so I painted the walls "macademia" and we got dark brown carpet with plans of getting new furniture and add some color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194432895437854338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBZVMnYtVoI/AAAAAAAAAkc/uNd6QPhSNAo/s400/living+room+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Well, we got our furniture and the walls were just too blah with it so I painted once again but really stepped out of my color palette and we went with GREEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194433110186219154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBZVZHYtVpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1iZzO8F4OVM/s400/living+room+c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194433234740270754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBZVgXYtVqI/AAAAAAAAAks/wV5_rmSiFrg/s400/living+room+c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194433354999355058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBZVnXYtVrI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Rw645RheOCs/s400/living+room+c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's pretty bold but no one can say we're afraid of color.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-5584684150517813517?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5584684150517813517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5584684150517813517' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5584684150517813517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5584684150517813517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-loves-color.html' title='WHO LOVES COLOR?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/SBZU-XYtVmI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BuyWoQ7wlHI/s72-c/living+room+a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-927302058346318304</id><published>2008-04-23T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:18:18.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His name:&lt;/strong&gt; Rick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long have you been married?&lt;/strong&gt; 9 1/2 yrs (10 in Dec.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is he?&lt;/strong&gt; 41 1/2 (had to add the 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who eats more?&lt;/strong&gt; Sadly, I can hold my own, but he's gotta eat more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who said "I love you" first?&lt;/strong&gt; I thought it first at about 10 days, he said it first at 14 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who sings better? &lt;/strong&gt;Definately him, I'm pretty good at "Build Me Up Buttercup" and "I Think I Love You." But he's great at everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is smarter?&lt;/strong&gt; I'd say we are both pretty smart cookies. But, he reads A TON and therefore he has a large vocabulary and knows a lot about a lot. Who am I kidding, he is REALLY smart and can express himself better than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose temper is worse?&lt;/strong&gt; We are both very laid back and rarely get mad. I lose my patience with the kids more cause I'm with them more, but he can get worked up too I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who does the laundry?&lt;/strong&gt; I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who does the dishes?&lt;/strong&gt; I do more often but he pitches in too and I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?&lt;/strong&gt; I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who pays the bills?&lt;/strong&gt; I do, otherwise they won't get paid or we'd be paying a lot of late fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who mows the lawn?&lt;/strong&gt; I usually mow, and he edges and trims. We've had neighbor boys in the past doing it but now that my kids are getting bigger I look forward hanging outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who cooks dinner?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm in a dinner group so I only cook 1 night a week and then dinner is delivered the other 3 nights. We go out on the weekends (Fri-date night, Sat-with kids) and Sun we go to his mom's house. It's great. Rick is our resident BBQer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who drives when we are together?&lt;/strong&gt; He does and I prefer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is more stubborn?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. He is definately more opinionated but that's not a bad thing. I don't think either of us is very stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose parents do you see the most?&lt;/strong&gt; His, we go to dinner at his mom's every Sunday night. We get together with my family once a month for the monthly bdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who proposed?&lt;/strong&gt; He did although it was more of a conversation. At 1 1/2 wks he said, "if things keep going like this, you know we'll probably end up getting married." Then at 2 wks, he said, "if things keep going like this, you know we'll end up getting married." Then at 2 1/2 wks he said, "you know we'll end up getting married don't you." So I came back with, "so what are we waiting for?" With a little more conversation he asked and I accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who has more friends?&lt;/strong&gt; We mostly have the same friends, but I probably have more outside of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who has more siblings?&lt;/strong&gt; I have 4 and he has 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wears the pants?&lt;/strong&gt; We both do, although I've been known to wear a skirt on occasion. Actually, he probably does a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's the perfect guy for me and I'm extremely blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-927302058346318304?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/927302058346318304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=927302058346318304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/927302058346318304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/927302058346318304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/04/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2978751302019730785</id><published>2008-04-09T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:54:56.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wedding Photographer</title><content type='html'>S&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o, My brother got married a couple of weeks ago and guess who was the photographer? ME!!!! It was so much fun. This is a second marriage for both, they are both in their early 40's and I didn't feel much pressure. I'm sure they would have been fine with everybody's snapshots. So, on that note, here are some of the results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187319730254380418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R_0Pz6Iv_YI/AAAAAAAAAj8/w_OpCmO3t8Q/s400/collage+1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They got married in the Newport Beach temple and between the two of them they have 8 kids (Greg-3, Michelle-5). It was a beautiful wedding and it was long awaited. They dated for about 3 1/2 yrs and we were all very eager for this union. I actually grew up with Michelle, she is 2 months older than me, we danced together, went to primary together, played together, and now she is my sister-in-law. It's great to see my brother so happy again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187319932117843346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R_0P_qIv_ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1KzIrL7lyP0/s400/collage+2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give credit where credit is due...because this was my first wedding to shoot, I didn't know where to start.  So, I did a lot of research for poses.  So, if a pose looks familiar remember that impersonation is the greatest form of flattery.  Big thanks to Nicole!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-2978751302019730785?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2978751302019730785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2978751302019730785' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2978751302019730785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2978751302019730785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-photographer.html' title='Wedding Photographer'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R_0Pz6Iv_YI/AAAAAAAAAj8/w_OpCmO3t8Q/s72-c/collage+1+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-3433516804872883376</id><published>2008-02-29T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:21:54.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>A Little Me Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hLLjhdkFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p_eq9cOyFLw/s1600-h/ski+3+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172466833921249362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hLLjhdkFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p_eq9cOyFLw/s400/ski+3+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hLEjhdkEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/znX3IN_gdPQ/s1600-h/ski+2+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172466713662165058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hLEjhdkEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/znX3IN_gdPQ/s400/ski+2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hLTjhdkGI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qha2TzcnuGw/s1600-h/ski+4+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172466971360202850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hLTjhdkGI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qha2TzcnuGw/s400/ski+4+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hK8jhdkDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PSueTwY2nic/s1600-h/ski+1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172466576223211570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hK8jhdkDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PSueTwY2nic/s400/ski+1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had the funnest "me time" that I've had in a long time.  Eight gals from my ward got together and went skiing at the Canyons and we had a BLAST.  I hadn't been skiing in 9 yrs (although I grew up skiing).  You know, when parents stop paying your way, you stop going.  Rick doesn't ski so we just haven't done it.  I was a little nervous since it had been so long and my energy level isn't quite what it used to be, but I was surprised at how quickly it all came back to me (even getting off the chair lift).  We are all 40-something and one is 56 (she was the hot dog of the group too).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There was a bit of a culture shock as things have changed quite a bit since I last went.  I jammed to some tunes on my Ipod as I skiied.  I called Rick while I was on the chairlift.  I paid $14.00 for a sandwich and a drink.  People were wearing helmets and of course tons of snowboarders.  I can't wait to get back up there and bring my family along too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-3433516804872883376?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3433516804872883376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=3433516804872883376' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3433516804872883376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3433516804872883376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-me-time.html' title='A Little Me Time'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8hLLjhdkFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p_eq9cOyFLw/s72-c/ski+3+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2958559191669861050</id><published>2008-02-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:57:43.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost My First Tooth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8XM-sQRp5I/AAAAAAAAAik/06KZylYCo_0/s1600-h/tooth+4+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171765124508264338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8XM-sQRp5I/AAAAAAAAAik/06KZylYCo_0/s400/tooth+4+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week we went to the dentist and the hygenist told me Rachel had three loose teeth. Because this was my first experience with this sort of thing, I started to panic, thinking, "how in the world are her teeth loose? Did she knock them against something hard?" Then it hit me that, "Oh wait, they're supposed to do that." and I was able to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited and that night in bed she called for Rick and I to come in. She told us to ask Lizzie to be quiet cause she was concentrating on getting her teeth loose. Finally a few days later and after much wiggling, she was eating lunch at a friend's house and it popped out as she bit into a corndog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8XNFcQRp6I/AAAAAAAAAis/HnJhEuJEhXI/s1600-h/tooth+6+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171765240472381346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8XNFcQRp6I/AAAAAAAAAis/HnJhEuJEhXI/s400/tooth+6+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got it all cleaned up, put it in a velvet pouch, wrote a note to the toothfairy, stuck it under her pillow, and hoped for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure enough, the toothfairy came &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as we found out after being woken up VERY early)&lt;/span&gt; and we went to the dollar store that afternoon to spend her loot. Her purchases have since been lost and ruined, but she had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That morning also, Lizzie asked if she could put her tooth under her pillow too. About 14 months ago Lizzie fell off a chair and knocked her tooth out. She was only 2 1/2 at the time that we didn't tell the toothfairy cause she wouldn't get it. We decided to wait til she'd enjoy it. I guess it's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171765863242639298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8XNpsQRp8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/6Ty4cfM-EGw/s400/toothless+liz+3+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171765648494274482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8XNdMQRp7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/rVkX-f3HMnE/s400/toothless+liz+2+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was standing on a chair backwards and it tipped over and she landed smack on the corner of the island.  Don't you love the lovely strait line from her nose, through the tooth, to her chin?  She's healed just dandy though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-2958559191669861050?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2958559191669861050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2958559191669861050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2958559191669861050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2958559191669861050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-lost-my-first-tooth.html' title='I Lost My First Tooth!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8XM-sQRp5I/AAAAAAAAAik/06KZylYCo_0/s72-c/tooth+4+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7098093617190938033</id><published>2008-02-23T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:07:16.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>I LOVE MY KIDS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8C0tMQRp4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/gP9KpBQds4A/s1600-h/kids+2+bw+dark+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170331060697933698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8C0tMQRp4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/gP9KpBQds4A/s400/kids+2+bw+dark+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8C0m8QRp3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/aRtgQgSTgTY/s1600-h/kids+laughing+bw+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170330953323751282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8C0m8QRp3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/aRtgQgSTgTY/s400/kids+laughing+bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Just feeling a lot of love for them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;even though they aren't very cooperative in shoots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-7098093617190938033?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7098093617190938033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7098093617190938033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7098093617190938033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7098093617190938033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-my-kids.html' title='I LOVE MY KIDS!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R8C0tMQRp4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/gP9KpBQds4A/s72-c/kids+2+bw+dark+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1638522518509143344</id><published>2008-02-22T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:50:50.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Who doesn't love the Charlie Brown Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R79e_cQRp2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/HKq0WVsLg8A/s1600-h/charlie+brown+collage+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169955341253846882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R79e_cQRp2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/HKq0WVsLg8A/s400/charlie+brown+collage+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wore this awesome Charlie Brown dress at about 3 yrs old.  For some reason, as a young girl I saved it wanting my little girl to wear it too.  My oldest daughter wore it 34 yrs after me and my younger daughter wore it two years after that.  I still have it and hope to get a picture of their daughters when they turn 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-1638522518509143344?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1638522518509143344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1638522518509143344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1638522518509143344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1638522518509143344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-doesnt-love-charlie-brown-dress.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t love the Charlie Brown Dress'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R79e_cQRp2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/HKq0WVsLg8A/s72-c/charlie+brown+collage+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4923203079025423750</id><published>2008-02-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:16:58.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photo 102</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm taking photography 102 from Nicole Hill at "A Little Sussy". The first class was about exposure and this one is about creativity. It's been fun because my friend Nina is taking it with me. Nina is a fantastic photographer and probably one of the most creative people I know. I've enjoyed the assignments and have to push myself to be creative. I wouldn't call myself creative, I can copy things well, but it's hard for me to come up with ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week One:&lt;/strong&gt; window light with and without a bounce board, seven different uses of a "surprise item", and a clay-mation: stop motion series.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpJsQRpuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Aep1ZXvuwzE/s1600-h/1+without+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168840612556941026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpJsQRpuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Aep1ZXvuwzE/s400/1+without+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpDcQRptI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RLY8azAwr4w/s1600-h/1+with+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168840505182758610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpDcQRptI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RLY8azAwr4w/s400/1+with+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpZsQRpvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Nda474Vfq3M/s1600-h/hearts+1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168840887434847986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpZsQRpvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Nda474Vfq3M/s200/hearts+1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tqHMQRp1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kkECQHdNOX4/s1600-h/hearts+5+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841669118895954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tqHMQRp1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kkECQHdNOX4/s200/hearts+5+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpf8QRpwI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uwJ-oV_WzpU/s1600-h/hearts+2+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168840994809030402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpf8QRpwI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uwJ-oV_WzpU/s200/hearts+2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tps8QRpyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/BeT87YtZuc0/s1600-h/hearts+4+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841218147329826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tps8QRpyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/BeT87YtZuc0/s200/hearts+4+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tp68QRp0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/w6lGaGnQuJA/s1600-h/hearts+11+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841458665498434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tp68QRp0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/w6lGaGnQuJA/s200/hearts+11+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpm8QRpxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vS731GuyXQ8/s1600-h/hearts+3+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841115068114706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpm8QRpxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vS731GuyXQ8/s200/hearts+3+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpzMQRpzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/w_e8bxfX9MQ/s1600-h/hearts+6+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841325521512242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpzMQRpzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/w_e8bxfX9MQ/s200/hearts+6+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7toeMQRpsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/lry_JCPqPjQ/s1600-h/clay-mation+Young+Love+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168839865232631490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7toeMQRpsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/lry_JCPqPjQ/s400/clay-mation+Young+Love+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week Two:&lt;/strong&gt; using the sun: silhouette-sun glare-blowout the background, environmental portraiture, create a magazine cover with a photo and type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tn0cQRppI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EF93FOGqP-k/s1600-h/silhouette+2+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168839147973093010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tn0cQRppI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EF93FOGqP-k/s400/silhouette+2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tn_sQRpqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/_5w2UqjTk9k/s1600-h/silhouette+5+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168839341246621346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tn_sQRpqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/_5w2UqjTk9k/s400/silhouette+5+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7toI8QRprI/AAAAAAAAAgA/LowE7DLYcqE/s1600-h/silhouette+7+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168839500160411314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7toI8QRprI/AAAAAAAAAgA/LowE7DLYcqE/s400/silhouette+7+web.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tnFcQRpnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vVUmczJvtO8/s1600-h/into+sun+1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168838340519241330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tnFcQRpnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vVUmczJvtO8/s400/into+sun+1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tnqMQRpoI/AAAAAAAAAfo/KVsEODQOBtE/s1600-h/into+sun+3+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168838971879433858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tnqMQRpoI/AAAAAAAAAfo/KVsEODQOBtE/s400/into+sun+3+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tmw8QRpkI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RgiiC_wK-s8/s1600-h/blowout+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168837988331923010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tmw8QRpkI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RgiiC_wK-s8/s400/blowout+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tm5cQRplI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/M5AJYR_v2zs/s1600-h/dentist+1+bw+contrast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168838134360811090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tm5cQRplI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/M5AJYR_v2zs/s400/dentist+1+bw+contrast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tm-MQRpmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/auw1GzWisW8/s1600-h/dentist+2+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168838215965189730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tm-MQRpmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/auw1GzWisW8/s400/dentist+2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168837855187936818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tmpMQRpjI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3JyCk36MTAI/s400/Bead+Trends+Mag+cover+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-4923203079025423750?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4923203079025423750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4923203079025423750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4923203079025423750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4923203079025423750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-102.html' title='Photo 102'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tpJsQRpuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Aep1ZXvuwzE/s72-c/1+without+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-7162245409938391647</id><published>2008-02-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:32:35.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>I'M BAAA-AAACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tNDMQRpfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sIbutY3DlQw/s1600-h/Lisa+Charlie+Brown+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168809714562213362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tNDMQRpfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sIbutY3DlQw/s400/Lisa+Charlie+Brown+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tOqcQRpgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/pftXWEck8xo/s1600-h/1+sm+just+lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168811488383706626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tOqcQRpgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/pftXWEck8xo/s400/1+sm+just+lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, I know, it has been quite a break. I promised Christiana I'd blog at least once a week the month of Feb. and it's already the third week. So, I'd better get crackin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last month &lt;strong&gt;I turned the big 40&lt;/strong&gt;!!! It wasn't bad in any way, shape, or form. The only weird part was the next day I practiced saying, "I'm 40", in different situations. Acually saying it outloud was a little shocking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a great day, and sad to say, it all revolved around my favorite food:) A friend I carpool with offered to take my day, so I headed out for a sausage, egg, and cheese McGriddle. I shopped a bit, another friend watched my kids while I went to lunch with my visiting teachers (who happened to be two of my closest friends). We had chicken salad croissant and a spinich salad. It was so yummy. I hung out with my kids and Rick came home early and we headed out for Cheesecake Factory for a dish I've been craving. The kids loved it. Then we stopped by Market Street Broiler for my FAVORITE dessert, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Raspberry Almond Tort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A few friends came over to share it with us. It was a great day!!! I probably gained 5 lbs but if you can't do it on your 40th bday, when can you eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168801326491084178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tFa8QRpZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mJ8Q8rQQPsg/s400/Rasp+almond+tort+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm looking forward to what this decade has to offer me. Each decade so far has brought so much joy, pleasure, learning, growing, experience and beautiful memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Decade&lt;/strong&gt;: birth, wonderful childhood memories, Hacienda Heights, dancing, having a complete family (before my dad died) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168802206959379890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tGOMQRpbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/O9d2TRlJj40/s400/The+first+10+years+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Decade&lt;/strong&gt;: Utah, High School, friends, sports, graduation, travel, so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168808361647515074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tL0cQRpcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3uVP5nMGgVc/s400/The+second+10+years+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Decade&lt;/strong&gt;: mission, collage, teaching Jr. high, masters, lots of travel, wonderful roomates and friends, really developed my testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168822676773512738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tY1sQRpiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/1EKOP2YeGNE/s400/The+third+10+years+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Decade&lt;/strong&gt;: marriage, children, motherhood, home, travel, firmly grounded in values and beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tMWcQRpdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LddnT0SLbBI/s1600-h/family_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168808945763067346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tMWcQRpdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LddnT0SLbBI/s400/family_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tMh8QRpeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nh1wROOBY8M/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168809143331562978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tMh8QRpeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nh1wROOBY8M/s400/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Decade&lt;/strong&gt;: ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-7162245409938391647?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7162245409938391647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=7162245409938391647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7162245409938391647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/7162245409938391647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-baaa-aaack.html' title='I&apos;M BAAA-AAACK'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R7tNDMQRpfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sIbutY3DlQw/s72-c/Lisa+Charlie+Brown+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2453164384581944426</id><published>2008-01-10T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:58:09.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>OH BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We got dumped on the other day and the kids had so much fun playing in the snow. I had so much fun playing with them and taking pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153985674176579138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4aiqea_RkI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EGx59PYsnYU/s400/rachel+snow+collage+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153985558212462130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4aijua_RjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/U_S-HQ8faM8/s400/jason+snow+collage+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153985407888606754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4aia-a_RiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CqeXXNBtBBg/s400/lizzie+snow+collage+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153985768665859666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4aiv-a_RlI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EHiqnnS4ahs/s400/c+5x7+web.jpg" border="0" /&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/3103069851765777453-2453164384581944426?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2453164384581944426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2453164384581944426' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2453164384581944426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2453164384581944426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='OH BABY, IT&apos;S COLD OUTSIDE'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4aiqea_RkI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EGx59PYsnYU/s72-c/rachel+snow+collage+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5254306010540326789</id><published>2008-01-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:56:27.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>ENCHANTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152871323436795346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4KtKua_RdI/AAAAAAAAAac/RFI_X91XUJo/s400/200px-Enchantedposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4KtQOa_ReI/AAAAAAAAAak/M5T-o5hq7yg/s1600-h/th-522_05016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152871417926075874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4KtQOa_ReI/AAAAAAAAAak/M5T-o5hq7yg/s400/th-522_05016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4Ktcea_RhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/R8UGJmYXeGs/s1600-h/th-ENC_12586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152871628379473426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4Ktcea_RhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/R8UGJmYXeGs/s400/th-ENC_12586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4KtZea_RgI/AAAAAAAAAa0/auHrkxfic68/s1600-h/th-522_11450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152871576839865858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4KtZea_RgI/AAAAAAAAAa0/auHrkxfic68/s400/th-522_11450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4KtVea_RfI/AAAAAAAAAas/HnBH2hYY87I/s1600-h/th-522_11306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152871508120389106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4KtVea_RfI/AAAAAAAAAas/HnBH2hYY87I/s400/th-522_11306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I know I'm probably late to the game, But, I'm finally getting around to writing about Enchanted. We saw it over the holidays and I must say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I WAS SELF-ACTUALIZED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;It was everything I want in a movie. I couldn't even talk by the end because I was so happy. When Rick asked me how I liked it, tears started to come out and I could barely get out, "I LOVED IT." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I know, I'm a nerd. But, this is the girl who wanted to go on Fantasy Island just so I could be Julie Andrews playing Maria in the Sound of Music. I didn't just want to be Maria, I wanted to be Julie playing Maria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Go see it if you haven't yet. I'm sure you won't cry, but you will have a big smile.&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-5254306010540326789?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5254306010540326789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5254306010540326789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5254306010540326789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5254306010540326789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/01/enchanted.html' title='ENCHANTED'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R4KtKua_RdI/AAAAAAAAAac/RFI_X91XUJo/s72-c/200px-Enchantedposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8690532181651795715</id><published>2008-01-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:16:27.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I've been pretty busy so I thought I'd give a recap of the month of December. We did a lot of really fun and great things. It was wonderful to spend so much time with family and friends. This season always stirs up sweet memories for me of past Christmas'. Anyway, here is a recap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lizzie and Rachel had their dance recital. They did a great job. This was Lizzie's first recital and I have to admit, I shed a tear out of pride for my little baby. Lizzie and Jason had their preschool Christmas program and they sang some really cute songs. Lizzie loved every second of it and Jason was easily distracted. In fact a friend behind him started pushing him and they started to goof off by pushing and hitting in the middle of the program. Did I mention he was on the front row in the middle? Yep, that's my little prize student. Also, Rachel did some fun things at preschool too. She made a gingerbread house and went to a mini train and did the Polar Express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151134159489418690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3yBOea_RcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hiygwyQzBCo/s400/dance+and+school+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our ward did "A Night in Bethlehem" where we all dressed up in Biblical attire and we had to bartor for our food. Then they did the nativity. It was really neat and such a wonderful way to celebrate Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151133674158114210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3yAyOa_RaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Qz25bxmmO0U/s400/A+Night+in+Bethlehem+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our home teacher gave a us a Chineze prayer balloon. It was really cool. You light this rectangle thing and the hot air lifts the balloon and then it floats away. We could see it for a very long time. It was very cool, but I have to admit, I was scared to death it would light something on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151133777237329330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3yA4Oa_RbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8tKJWyTfQuc/s400/chineze+prayer+balloon+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We spent a lot of time with family. We had a wassail party with my family where Santa came to visit. Everyone who had served missions shared their experiences. My grandma (93) shared some childhood Christmas memories. It was so neat to hear her stories and she was so excited to share them. We did the nativity where our kids represented Mary, Joseph, and the star. We forgot the baby, so Jesus was a squash. On Christmas Eve we went to Rick's mom's house where we have dinner and play bingo for presents. It's a really fun tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151133072862692738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3yAPOa_RYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/a0D3SIaLhB0/s400/Copy+of+big+fam+8x8+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151133214596613522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3yAXea_RZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/GozturFc-18/s400/hanging+with+family+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lizzie and Jason were excited to see Santa at the family party, but Rachel stayed away. She has never wanted to visit Santa since we started trying back when she was 1. Well, she went to the Polar Express with her preschool and Santa was there too. I don't know if she felt peer pressure or just couldn't resist, but she went up and sat on Sant's lap. She didn't say anything, but she did sit there. I was very excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151132755035112818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3x_8ua_RXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gGKTW8-BJvc/s400/santa+and+kids+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas Eve is time for new pajamas. The kids always get excited for them. They got some fun presents at Bingo night. Rachel got a Hannah Montana dance video from grandma and a wig came with it. Everyone tried it on except for Rachel. Here are some of the modeling shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151132407142761826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3x_oea_RWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pMCGiG_MJE4/s400/xmas+morning+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151132192394397010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3x_b-a_RVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/EK_CjY-pejQ/s400/hanna+montana+wig+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas morning was full of lots of excitment. Rachel loved her Build a Bear factory workshop. Lizzie loved her princess bella dancerella. Jason loved his dinosaur and sled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151131685588256066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3x--ea_RUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/RlrFXGPcxig/s400/xmas+morning+2+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Years Eve day our street was covered with snow, so we hooked up the sled to the four-wheeler and pulled the kids. It was so much fun. I even tried it with my neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151131303336166706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3x-oOa_RTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/76NWTRitris/s400/sled+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Years Eve we went to SLC with some friends. We at a great dinner, went to temple square, stayed at a hotel (which the kids loved), and swam the next morning. It was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151131114357605666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3x-dOa_RSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qy9OU2ldC40/s400/new+years+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, 2007 is over and I am ready for 2008. We had a great year and I hope you did too. Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3103069851765777453-8690532181651795715?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8690532181651795715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8690532181651795715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8690532181651795715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8690532181651795715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-festivities.html' title='Christmas Festivities'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R3yBOea_RcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hiygwyQzBCo/s72-c/dance+and+school+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8063997679288047905</id><published>2007-12-19T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:30:15.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY, I'VE GOT YOU ON MY MIND!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R2mJpye05cI/AAAAAAAAAY8/RPSzmQudYAw/s1600-h/collage+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145795400266212802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R2mJpye05cI/AAAAAAAAAY8/RPSzmQudYAw/s400/collage+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R2mJXCe05aI/AAAAAAAAAYs/huPClhSHxd0/s1600-h/9+years+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145795078143665570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R2mJXCe05aI/AAAAAAAAAYs/huPClhSHxd0/s400/9+years+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rick and I were married 9 yrs ago today. Wow, how time flies when you're having fun. I can't believe how fast that has been, but on the otherhand it seems like we've been together forever. It was of course the best decision I've ever made and I must say, the easiest decision to marry Rick. We've had the best nine years and our love has grown in a way I never expected. It is much deeper and more pure than when we first got married. He is my best friend and the person I'd rather be with than anyone (sorry, don't want to offend any friends out there). We get along so great and rarely disagree. I don't think we've ever had a fight, we never raise our voices to each other and we NEVER say anything unkind to each other. It is a wonderful atmosphere to live in and raise our children in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the risk of embarrassing Rick, here is a perfect example of the way we view our marriage. (I shared this in Sunday School and all the women "ahhhed" and all the men were bugged that I raised the bar.) So, several years ago we bought brand new wave runners and were taken them out of their maiden voyage. We were all set and decided to stop by McDonalds for some breakfast on the way out. Rick was driving and wasn't used to the big trailer on the back of the car, so didn't think twice about going through the drive-thru. Oops, maybe he should have thought twice because we quickly heard...."scraaaaaaaaaatch". Oh no, what was that? Yes, the wave runners didn't quite fit through the drive-thru and had a huge red paint scratch all along the side. We backed out, looked at it and instead of getting mad, we both just laughed and said, how lame we were. We went to the gas station and tried to clean it as best we could then headed up for the lake. On the way up I asked him, "What would you have done if I was the one driving?" I was curious what his reaction would have been. He said, "I would have reacted the same way. Those wave runners are gonna be in the junk yard in 20 yrs. Why would I want to put a big dent in our marriage that will last forever?" Yes, perfect answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, how did it all start? Rick and I went to high school together and were friends (talked in the hall, etc.) but never socialized outside of school. He was better friends with my brother and sister. But, I remember that he was always so nice to everyone no matter what group you were in. He always made you feel like his good friend. He graduated a year before me and I didn't see him again for a LONG time. Over the years I'd hear people say, "Oh, I saw Rick ***." And I'd think, "he was the nicest guy." Then 12 years after graduation I went to church and who was sitting on the back row but Rick. My first thought was, "He was the nicest guy." Then my second thought was, "he turned out alright, he's at church." Over the next year we talked at church each Sunday. I taught Gospel Doctrine and he was my star pupil. I felt like I already knew his personality and social side now I was getting to know his serious side. He FINALLY asked me out and we had such a wonderful time. After the second date I KNEW I would marry him. It was weird. You know how people say, "you'll just know" and we always asked, "how?" Well, I'm here to tell you, "yes, you'll just know." We were engaged in 2 1/2 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145795301481964978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R2mJkCe05bI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8Sd4RYckRRA/s400/engagement+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got married on a snowy and cold Dec morning and the rest is history. One thing that I love about him is that I know I can trust him in every aspect of life. He follows through with everything and treats me the way I deserve to be treated. And yes, he is the nicest guy.&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-8063997679288047905?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8063997679288047905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8063997679288047905' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8063997679288047905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8063997679288047905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-anniversary-baby-ive-got-you-on.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY, I&apos;VE GOT YOU ON MY MIND!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R2mJpye05cI/AAAAAAAAAY8/RPSzmQudYAw/s72-c/collage+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2371764630933460228</id><published>2007-12-11T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:28:21.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>TAT:  12 Questions of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18eJIy0JOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iCx3MK2zB0c/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142862441808667874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18eJIy0JOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iCx3MK2zB0c/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;**Real or artificial tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really kicked against the pricks when my husband suggested we buy an artificial tree several years ago. But, I gave in and spent TONS of $$ for it. Although I miss the pine smell, I have to admit that I love the prestrung lights, we don't have to buy a new one each year, and it's perfect size and fullness. So, I'll have to give my thumbs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;**Do you like eggnog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can't stand it. My husband LOVES it and often gains 5 lbs on it during the holidays. He has since indoctrinated our kids to loving eggnog, but I still won't budge. I hate to admit this but I guess I should disclose the fact that I've &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; actually tasted it, but the idea of it grosses me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Memorable gift received?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When I was about 8 I wanted an "electronic football" more than life itself. A couple of weeks before Christmas I saw a present under the tree for me that was the exact size and shape of the box it would come in. Over the next weeks I'd pick it up, shake it, hold it, hug it, even kiss it at times. On Christmas morning I ran to that present and ripped it open. BUT, to my shock, it was the worst present an 8 yr old would want... an electronic toothbrush. Hey, what about my electronic football. Don't shed a tear yet, there's more. Later that afternoon we went to my Grandma's for dinner and they gave us each a present. And yes, it was then that I received my best present ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142873312370894066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18oB4y0JPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/750rFMJQl_0/s400/Mattel-Football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I love Creches. I'd love to collect them. I only have about 5 but I try to keep my eye out for ones that really catch my eye. I have a beautiful Lladro one that I haven't put up in years because my kids are too young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Hardest? Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh My Gosh: hands down, my husband Rick. If he sees something he wants, he buys it. If it's a big ticket item his company buys it. He loves video games, books, and golf but does TONS of research on each and won't make a purchase without researching. He's trying to change his style of clothes and hasn't figured out what it is yet. So, basically, I'm having a HARD time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Easiest? my kids. They'll love anything. Gotta love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Holiday in Handcuffs. Who doesn't love Mario Lopez. (haha) Actually, I have no idea. I do love that fact that Sound of Music is often played during the holidays and I even enjoy watching "It's a Wonderful Life" ONCE a year, not 50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**White lights or colored lights?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; both, I love red and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was actually just thinking about this today. I love a couple of French Carols that we sang on my mission and I also taught to my French students: "Un Flambeau Jeannette Isabelle" and "Noël Nouvelet". I also love "What Child is This" and and "Mary, Did You Know".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Travel for Christmas or stay home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I actually LOVE to stay home for Christmas. We even have Christmas day at our house every other year so we don't have to leave. I was single til 30 and I got so tired of roomate going home for 3 wks while I only went to my moms Christmas Eve. All my siblings were married and they'd come to my mom and stepdad's Christmas afternoon then go home. I went home too cause I usually worked the next day. So, now that I have a home and a family of my own, I like to just stay put.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Do you open presents Christmas Eve or Christmas morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a title="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RoTmzVp7PaU/R1d5BDdD4nI/AAAAAAAACUw/CoYOabL7teM/s1600-h/zz+gift.jpg" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RoTmzVp7PaU/R1d5BDdD4nI/AAAAAAAACUw/CoYOabL7teM/s1600-h/zz+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RoTmzVp7PaU/R1d4vDdD4jI/AAAAAAAACUQ/SWeBhOwBDu4/s1600-h/zz+gift.jpg" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RoTmzVp7PaU/R1d4vDdD4jI/AAAAAAAACUQ/SWeBhOwBDu4/s1600-h/zz+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We do to Rick's mom's Christmas Eve and we play Bingo for presents. Everyone comes home with two presents (one is always pajamas) and then his mom hands out the presents from her too. So, my kids are very satisfied. Then, Christmas morning we get the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Do you tell the Christmas story?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, we usually have a wassail party at my sisters (this year she tried to cancel it? Ha, your attempt was futile) and we do the nativity there. I have ideas of how I would really love to do it with my kids, but it never seems to work on Christmas Eve, Bingo is too exciting. So, thank you Jenny for taking care of my needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Favorite Christmas tradition?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We love Bingo at Grandmas. It is a lot of fun. Rick and I stay up till all hours of the night on Christmas Eve, making everything just right, while we watch goofy Christmas shows. I think last year it was "A Little Princess" and Rick was in tears. It must be late. I love getting Christmas cards and putting them on my door and catching up on everyone. I love shopping the day after Thanksgiving. I love that eveything is focused on Christ. I think about Christ all year but it's great that the world shows it. (Well at least some of the world). I just love being with family and seeing everyone happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-2371764630933460228?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2371764630933460228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2371764630933460228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2371764630933460228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2371764630933460228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/12/real-or-artificial-tree-i-really-kicked.html' title='TAT:  12 Questions of Christmas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18eJIy0JOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iCx3MK2zB0c/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4098551504808779214</id><published>2007-12-11T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:29:10.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk Down Memory Lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>I MUST BE GETTING OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18XYoy0JKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/BxnRPN3fJOc/s1600-h/17175_01_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142855011515245730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18XYoy0JKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/BxnRPN3fJOc/s320/17175_01_c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18Xfoy0JLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/KU7NxhAGC3A/s1600-h/12_06_07_girls_second.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142855131774330034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18Xfoy0JLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/KU7NxhAGC3A/s320/12_06_07_girls_second.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18XjIy0JMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/suPEDXwDbAE/s1600-h/hotkiss_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142855191903872194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18XjIy0JMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/suPEDXwDbAE/s320/hotkiss_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my sis-in-law and I went Christmas shopping yesterday for a sub-for-santa that we're doing. There are teenagers and in great need of clothes. So, we went to a place that sells great used clothing at great prices and got a &lt;strong&gt;TON&lt;/strong&gt; of stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being teenagers, we figured if they were going to wear it, it had to be "cool" . My sis-in-law has teenagers so she knew what was "cool". Surprisingly, I'm happy to admit that I had NO idea. What was interesting is that since everything there was cheap and in great condition (like new), I wasn't looking at the price, but the BRAND NAME. I'd pull out a pair of jeans and ask, is this cool? I'd either get a thumbs up or thumbs down. I was amazed at how few of the names I actually recognized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This experience sent me back to those days in high school where I wouldn't be caught dead walking into Mervyns (hope I don't offend anyone). No Gap, all they had was sweats. I remember the first "Polo" items I owned. It was a red cardigan sweater and a purple polo shirt. I was so excited that for picture day I couldn't decided which to wear. I ended up choosing the bright red shetland wool sweater and felt great, cause I was in POLO.  (see picture below.  Don't you love the frizzed out tent hair and LONG bangs?)  I LOVED Gatsby's and 39 West, not to mention Ruff Hewn. (I guess I was a preppy). I got to the point where I would only where Timberland shoes and "nice" clothes. When I went shopping for my mission, I told my mom that since I was going to a rich country, (Geneva, Switzerland), I had to have nice clothes. So we shopped exclusively at Nordstrom. Don't worry, my mom was the instigator of wearing nice clothes. She taught it's better to buy quality than quantity cause the quality will last longer and you can just add to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142856789631706322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18ZAIy0JNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/vyz-w1dxv8I/s400/page+5398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I must be getting old because I am proud to say that I no longer care so much about where it is from, but if it's cute, modest, flattering, and CHEAP!!!! Yes siree bob, I walk into Mervyns and am proud of it. Yes, I buy some clothes at Target. My children are dressed in Target and Walmart. I do have a sweet tooth for Gymboree, Janie and Jack, and Baby Gap and yes, they wear a lot of that too, but I don't mind buying clothes at the others. I even buy tons on Ebay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't expect this to be a confession, more of just a celebration that I'm passed the "cool"ness factor and have moved on. Now, I'm sure that when my kids are older I'll have to revert back to a point. But, at least I can do so with a more mature outlook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have a hard time buying clothes for your teenagers? Do they all want expensive clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LONG LIVE TARGET!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3103069851765777453-4098551504808779214?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4098551504808779214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4098551504808779214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4098551504808779214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4098551504808779214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-must-be-getting-old.html' title='I MUST BE GETTING OLD'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R18XYoy0JKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/BxnRPN3fJOc/s72-c/17175_01_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2720835496507208850</id><published>2007-12-07T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:22:34.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>More Photogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nXrKS1isI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9e2S6dq2Hlg/s1600-h/My+three+sons+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141377586117839554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nXrKS1isI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9e2S6dq2Hlg/s400/My+three+sons+web.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;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nWIaS1inI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rheXDo-chqs/s1600-h/kids+1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141375889605757554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nWIaS1inI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rheXDo-chqs/s400/kids+1+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is my good friends 3 boys. They are so cute and were all over the place. Amanda was chasing after them to get them to sit still. It was quite fun to watch and I must say I did feel a little glad that I only have one boy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141375730691967586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nV_KS1imI/AAAAAAAAAV8/s7qGvBJ1q68/s400/collage+bw+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This little cutie is my next door neighbor. Her siblings are 8 yr old triplets and 41/2 yr old twins, and then little Zoe. My neighbor just sits and stares at this one. She always wanted 3-2-1 and she got it. Zoe was so fun to shoot. So many expressions and so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141376795843857026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nW9KS1ioI/AAAAAAAAAWM/JC8DwKcjcH0/s400/zoe+ann+pink+collage+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141376911807974034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nXD6S1ipI/AAAAAAAAAWU/f14n4u-qzCk/s400/zoe+ann+blue+trio+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141377044951960226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nXLqS1iqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CCjFoxuWhMc/s400/zoe+sepia+old+world+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141377130851306162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nXQqS1irI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-EXIApfiJfM/s400/zoe+10+sepia+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This las one was one of my former Laurels. She now has two cute kids. Amazing how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141378470881102546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nYeqS1itI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gZSHSv2_pl4/s400/greer+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/3103069851765777453-2720835496507208850?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2720835496507208850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2720835496507208850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2720835496507208850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2720835496507208850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-photogs.html' title='More Photogs'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1nXrKS1isI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9e2S6dq2Hlg/s72-c/My+three+sons+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8974992966691964511</id><published>2007-12-05T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:29:10.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Happy 40th Birthday 9a</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eVKqS1igI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QZRZsyEzbkI/s1600-h/9a+4_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140741510051236354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eVKqS1igI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QZRZsyEzbkI/s400/9a+4_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rick and I went to dinner for one of my best friends 40th bday party. We met when we were just turning 14 and were inseparatable til our missions. But even at that we were in the MTC for 6 weeks together and then not too far away as she was in Spain and I was in France. She got married about a year after the mission and so we didn't see each other as much. Now, we live pretty close to each other still which is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140742296030251602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eV4aS1ilI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-Cy_GYjGDb8/s400/9a+19_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is so weird to think that we are turning 40. Nina last week and me in a month. I don't feel that old. I can't believe how quickly life passes you by. Anyways, we went to La Dolce Vita which is a great little Italian restaurant that we used to frequent in high school. It was so fun to take a walk down memory lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140741819288881698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eVcqS1iiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5zO4DWVcvpI/s400/9a+9_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140742115641625154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eVt6S1ikI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eF230Q3WXHU/s400/9a+14_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140741973907704370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eVlqS1ijI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jOE0YiLHpug/s400/9a+11_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some other good friends of ours were there too, Dan and Cass Barney. We all met at Ricks College long ago. Being with these friends made me so grateful for the memories I have with them. Isn't this a beautiful cake?  Dan made it and it was perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eVUqS1ihI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ul3cWYRbvcY/s1600-h/9a+7_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140741681849928210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eVUqS1ihI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ul3cWYRbvcY/s400/9a+7_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nina was the best friend I could ever ask for in highschool (and over the years of course) but for sure in highschool. I am a much better person for knowing her. Happy 40th 9a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-8974992966691964511?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8974992966691964511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8974992966691964511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8974992966691964511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8974992966691964511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-40th-birthday-9a.html' title='Happy 40th Birthday 9a'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/R1eVKqS1igI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QZRZsyEzbkI/s72-c/9a+4_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2486897981247980781</id><published>2007-11-27T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:29:10.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Hey, where did Lisa go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like it's been a while since I've written a "real" post. I've been really busy between choosing the good, better, and best things. I've taken LOTS of pictures and family portraits of people taking advantage of the fall weather and getting ready for Christmas cards. I've spent a lot of time editing pictures, making a calandar, Christmas cards. I've spent even more time preparing Gospel Doctrine lessons, taking care of and spending time with my family, and Christmas shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanksgiving was great and relaxing. We had dinner with Rick's family and a movie with my family. This has been a family tradition of mine forever and since we've had kids we haven't been able to go with my family. This year my kids are finally old enough. It's was great although they can really only sit through a little over an hour then they start to get up and wander around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went shopping with my brother and sis-in-law on Black Friday. We left at 5:00am and shopped til 4:00pm. Actually we shopped, breakfast, shopped, lunch, shopped, hot chocolate and snack, shopped, home. This is second year we've done it and we have so much fun. We got pretty much everything done and just had a great time hanging out. Amazingly Rick and my brother enjoyed the whole day too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried taking some video on my point and shoot so I'll try to post it and see if it works.  Just wanted to let you all know I'm still alive and kicking.  I'll post some pics and vids soon.  Hope you're all having a wonderful holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-2486897981247980781?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2486897981247980781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2486897981247980781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2486897981247980781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2486897981247980781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-where-did-lisa-go.html' title='Hey, where did Lisa go?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8633124996350512687</id><published>2007-11-14T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:28:21.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>Tag: 7 random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="3646681148879704019"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I love doing these random thoughts.  It takes time to think of  the answers, but I love to walk down memory lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Jobs I've had:&lt;/strong&gt; Jr High French teacher, Nu Skin Canadian order line, Soft Copy: package computer software, secretary, Tropical Snow yogurt and shave ice maker, Wendy's, bus girl, candy striper at the hospital snack bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 movies I could watch over and over:  &lt;/strong&gt;Sound of Music, Clueless, Mean Girls, Pride and Prejudice, Princess and the Pauper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 places I've lived&lt;/strong&gt;:  Utah, California, Rexburg Id., France (Marseille, Clermont Ferrand, Grenoble, Cannes), Switzerland (Neuchatel, Bienne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 of my favorite TV shows&lt;/strong&gt;:  Amazing Race, Heros, Chuck, Lost, Prison Break, 24, Office, 30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 places I've been:&lt;/strong&gt; almost every state, Canada, Mexico, Panama, Bahamas, Aruba, England, Scotland, France, Spain, Italy, Switzerland, Austria, Hungary, Czech Republic, Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 favorite foods:&lt;/strong&gt; pizza, who am I kidding, I love all foods and sweets:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 websites I visit daily:&lt;/strong&gt; blogs, ebay, ksl weather, email, various photo sites, LDS.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Places I'd rather be:&lt;/strong&gt; at the movies and great restaurants with Rick, Europe, any tropical local, in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I tag every one who reads this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-8633124996350512687?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8633124996350512687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8633124996350512687' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8633124996350512687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8633124996350512687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag-7-random-things.html' title='Tag: 7 random things'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2031059119760672798</id><published>2007-11-09T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:23:16.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131318435908615394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzYa7jm-_OI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9iSv6M8r988/s400/Bella+dancerella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzYiVjm-_WI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gdIz1jl5ikE/s1600-h/ballet+collage+web_edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131326579166608738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzYiVjm-_WI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gdIz1jl5ikE/s400/ballet+collage+web_edited-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzYblTm-_QI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yg4xF1QDCqM/s1600-h/ballet+collage+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so excited to post this. I took some photos of my neice who is a ballet major and needed photos of her for her porfolio. Here's a collage of some of them. It was so fun, I would have stayed there all night if the sun would have only stayed up. She is a beautiful girl and a beautiful dancer. . . Thus, Bella Dancerella.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another photographer took these pictures of me during this shoot then sent them to me. Kinda fun. I'm rarely in pictures. It was very nice of him. Also, thanks to Chrissy for assisting me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzVdxDm-_NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PBl9ojsL8PA/s1600-h/photo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131110447822339282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzVdxDm-_NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PBl9ojsL8PA/s200/photo+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzVdpzm-_MI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FxB2sO7mxtQ/s1600-h/photo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131110323268287682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzVdpzm-_MI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FxB2sO7mxtQ/s200/photo+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzVdiTm-_LI/AAAAAAAAATs/GPaFggQPahQ/s1600-h/photo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131110194419268786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzVdiTm-_LI/AAAAAAAAATs/GPaFggQPahQ/s200/photo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/3103069851765777453-2031059119760672798?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2031059119760672798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2031059119760672798' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2031059119760672798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2031059119760672798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/11/ballerina.html' title='Ballerina'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzYa7jm-_OI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9iSv6M8r988/s72-c/Bella+dancerella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2998420790423511433</id><published>2007-11-09T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:28:21.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>TAG:  Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;1. How long have you been a MOTHER?  5 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;2. How many kids call you mommy?  Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you were pregnant did you know what you were having?  Yes, I hate to wait.  I wanted to get ready.  After Rachel I really wanted a sister for her but I also really wanted a boy.  Good thing I had twins, one of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How old were you when you became a mom?  34 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;5. How long were you in labor?  Rachel 7 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Lizzie: 4 hrs.  (5 days before they were born I was at a 5, then when I went to the hospital I was at a 7 and they were born 4 hours later.  I didn’t feel a thing getting to a 7.  It was great.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;6. What's your favorite thing about being a mom?  Unsolicited loves, seeing them learn something new and like it, watching them be sweet and nice to others, the funny things they say, watching them be so excited about something.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 7. What's your least favorite thing?  When they don’t listen to me, and then getting mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want more kids?  I’d love one more but we have to pay for ours, so unless a miracle happens, we’re done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;9. Have you ever taken your kid(s) on a trip?  Yes, I love to travel and it’s fun to go with them although it is a lot of work.  Hawaii, Disneyland, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;10. How many times have you been peed on?  Not too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;11. How many times have you been barfed on?  Too many to count.  My kids have a talent for barfing.  They are getting better at getting to the toilet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;12. Are your kids named after someone?  I loved the idea of a Biblical yet “normal” name who lived a good life.  So we went with Rachel (Jacob’s favorite wife), Elizabeth (John’s mother), Jason (a relative of Paul).  (I have to admit we didn’t find Jason in the bible till he was three, but it’s thereJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;13. When is the last time you had a sitter; What did you do?   Last night. We took Jason out on a special date.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;14. When your kid gets in trouble, who is the bad guy?  It's pretty equal. Probably me just b/c I'm home more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;15. What is the longest you have been away from your kid(s)?  Ten days.  (A cruise), other than that 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;6. Are your toes painted?  no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Last movie you saw in theater?  Elizabeth: the Golden Years.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;18. One thing you will not give up just because  you're a mom:  Having a little bit of me time.  It’s helps to keep me balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;19. One thing you did give up now that you're a mom?  Lots of me time and traveling a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;20. Favorite Cartoon:  Fairly Odd Parents. And I watch a lot of Barbie movies with my girls and I actually enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;21. Favorite Snack:  sweets, chocolate covered cinnamon bears (that’s a new one), pistaschios and a Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;22. When the kid(s) are napping, you are:  on the computer either working on a lesson, photoshopping pictures, blogging.  Too bad they don’t nap very often.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;23. Where is/are your kid(s) now?  They are creating new Wii characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;24. If I could do it over, I'd do this differently:  Not get so bugged over unimportant things.  Taken a photography class in collage, traveled more with Rick before kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-2998420790423511433?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2998420790423511433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2998420790423511433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2998420790423511433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2998420790423511433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag-motherhood.html' title='TAG:  Motherhood'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4892910834822224832</id><published>2007-11-06T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:23:16.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photo OPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Here are a couple of shoots I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;The family lives in my neighborhood and I hadn't taken my awesome lighting class yet. Eight people including 3 under 4 yrs. is a juggle to get everyone to look at you. I felt like I was spinning plates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzDllIMyowI/AAAAAAAAATU/quLVIqll7Q4/s1600-h/Wilding+Collage_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129852401594049282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzDllIMyowI/AAAAAAAAATU/quLVIqll7Q4/s400/Wilding+Collage_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;This is Zach, my nephew, who just turned one on Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzDlMoMyovI/AAAAAAAAATM/iDLxMcUcaFY/s1600-h/zach+collage_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129851980687254258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzDlMoMyovI/AAAAAAAAATM/iDLxMcUcaFY/s400/zach+collage_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt; I'll post some more shoots later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-4892910834822224832?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4892910834822224832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4892910834822224832' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4892910834822224832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4892910834822224832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/11/photo-ops.html' title='Photo OPS'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RzDllIMyowI/AAAAAAAAATU/quLVIqll7Q4/s72-c/Wilding+Collage_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1758658130376351771</id><published>2007-10-31T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:30:28.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been so busy these past couple weeks but I wanted to at least post the kids in their costumes. Jason is actually going to be a dragon but he wanted to wear this during the day. We've had many parties and I'm ready for Halloween to be over. It's been fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyjUA4MyouI/AAAAAAAAATE/HRu_2FNWzwY/s1600-h/pirate+rachel_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127581287312433890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyjUA4MyouI/AAAAAAAAATE/HRu_2FNWzwY/s400/pirate+rachel_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyjT54MyotI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QqY-67GyslU/s1600-h/football+jason_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127581167053349586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyjT54MyotI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QqY-67GyslU/s400/football+jason_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyjTzIMyosI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJbPrzMN8hU/s1600-h/tinkerbell+Lizzie_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127581051089232578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyjTzIMyosI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJbPrzMN8hU/s400/tinkerbell+Lizzie_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll post all of the portraits I've taken this past week later. I still have three more families coming up too. Such a busy time when the weather is nice and the leaves are still around.&lt;/span&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/3103069851765777453-1758658130376351771?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1758658130376351771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1758658130376351771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1758658130376351771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1758658130376351771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyjUA4MyouI/AAAAAAAAATE/HRu_2FNWzwY/s72-c/pirate+rachel_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2546463552741853411</id><published>2007-10-25T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:29:10.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Favorite time of year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyFusIMyopI/AAAAAAAAASk/CIE4VJdu2sM/s1600-h/golden+path_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125499555318768274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyFusIMyopI/AAAAAAAAASk/CIE4VJdu2sM/s400/golden+path_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyFub4MyooI/AAAAAAAAASc/O956osT9ahQ/s1600-h/golden+path+2_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125499276145894018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyFub4MyooI/AAAAAAAAASc/O956osT9ahQ/s400/golden+path+2_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Isn't this a gorgeous path?  I'm lucky enough to live nearby and often go walking.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3103069851765777453-2546463552741853411?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2546463552741853411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2546463552741853411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2546463552741853411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2546463552741853411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/favorite-time-of-year.html' title='Favorite time of year'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RyFusIMyopI/AAAAAAAAASk/CIE4VJdu2sM/s72-c/golden+path_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8186058589909370271</id><published>2007-10-24T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:23:16.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rx_AfC_MsrI/AAAAAAAAASU/fAxOafMiofg/s1600-h/A+day+i+n+the+Life+of+Lizzie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125026540581335730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rx_AfC_MsrI/AAAAAAAAASU/fAxOafMiofg/s400/A+day+i+n+the+Life+of+Lizzie%27s+wardrobe+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;This was a fun project we did in photography class.  We were supposed to be a photojournalist and take pictures of A Day In the Life of...  So, I chose my daughter's wardrobe.  She LOVES dressups.  She changes her clothes so many times a day and it is usually into some combination of her dressups.  She was a lot of fun to follow around.  She loves life and loves to play, dance, and have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-8186058589909370271?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8186058589909370271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8186058589909370271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8186058589909370271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8186058589909370271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life:'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rx_AfC_MsrI/AAAAAAAAASU/fAxOafMiofg/s72-c/A+day+i+n+the+Life+of+Lizzie%27s+wardrobe+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-4673376581719583307</id><published>2007-10-16T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:20:51.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-day in Vegas, Photo Projects and other Time Consuming Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxbQ9y_MsqI/AAAAAAAAASM/8-EOxlYGy2c/s1600-h/rachel+is+turning+5_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122511386257961634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxbQ9y_MsqI/AAAAAAAAASM/8-EOxlYGy2c/s400/rachel+is+turning+5_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Sorry I've been on hyatus. I've just been really busy and have accomplished a lot of good things. For instance: Here is Rachel's birthday invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUg1C_MspI/AAAAAAAAASE/fM8N49ro8Oc/s1600-h/rachel+is+turning+5_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfvC_MsoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aNRh01VrEP8/s1600-h/the+shoe+project+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122035044320064130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfvC_MsoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aNRh01VrEP8/s400/the+shoe+project+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here are some of my pictures from my Photography Assignment last week. I'm loving this class and learning so much. The shoe project was a lot of fun and I want to expand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfli_MsmI/AAAAAAAAARw/W5Ody0OjOTc/s1600-h/texture+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122034881111306850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfli_MsmI/AAAAAAAAARw/W5Ody0OjOTc/s400/texture+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfhS_MslI/AAAAAAAAARo/qur5aLzJNcw/s1600-h/shapes+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122034808096862802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfhS_MslI/AAAAAAAAARo/qur5aLzJNcw/s400/shapes+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfXi_MskI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ytmsqx1p0pI/s1600-h/line+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122034640593138242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfXi_MskI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ytmsqx1p0pI/s400/line+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfRy_MsjI/AAAAAAAAARY/bVxryMdQxeU/s1600-h/create+motion+1+wk+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122034541808890418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUfRy_MsjI/AAAAAAAAARY/bVxryMdQxeU/s400/create+motion+1+wk+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rick's Birthday Present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122029439387742562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUaoy_MsWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/g-DvZt9HCOc/s400/rick%27s+bday+card+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Rick's bday was last week so I decided to do something really different. I took him to Vegas to see Phantom of the Opera. It was wonderful. The guy that played Phantom was as good as you can get. We stayed at the Venetian which was so beautiful. We actually hate going to Vegas cause it's getting so yucky but we managed to avoid the casino and only went to dinner, shopping, and the play. It was a quick trip and it was all planned around our meals. We got McDonalds on the way out, Jimmy Johns (our favorite sandwich shop) in St. George for Lunch, and then a great Steak and Seafood place for dinner. We saw the show, went shopping and Cheesecake Factory for dessert. The next morning we headed out and made it back to Jimmy Johns for lunch, and home by dinner. It was a quick trip but we had such a great time. We went to the Wax Museum and had a suprisingly fun time. It was really weird being so close to these people and touching them and staring out them because they seem so life like. I felt like I was invading their personal space. Here are some of our favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUc0y_MsiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/BbGltLYF88s/s1600-h/vegas+2_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122031844569428514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUc0y_MsiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/BbGltLYF88s/s320/vegas+2_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcry_MshI/AAAAAAAAARI/7fB7tYanAZ8/s1600-h/vegas+10_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122031689950605842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcry_MshI/AAAAAAAAARI/7fB7tYanAZ8/s320/vegas+10_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcli_MsgI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZMoX2C2z0I8/s1600-h/vegas+9+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122031582576423426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcli_MsgI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZMoX2C2z0I8/s320/vegas+9+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcZy_MsfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nsjmFydH_CA/s1600-h/vegas+8_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122031380712960498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcZy_MsfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nsjmFydH_CA/s320/vegas+8_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcTS_MseI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UO0HRX821ds/s1600-h/vegas+7_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122031269043810786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcTS_MseI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UO0HRX821ds/s320/vegas+7_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcNC_MsdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2ocV14J1zCE/s1600-h/vegas+6+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122031161669628370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcNC_MsdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2ocV14J1zCE/s320/vegas+6+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcES_MscI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iPvaOrNW29I/s1600-h/vegas+5+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122031011345772994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUcES_MscI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iPvaOrNW29I/s320/vegas+5+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUb9S_MsbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CVXC224kJaY/s1600-h/vegas+4_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122030891086688690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUb9S_MsbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CVXC224kJaY/s320/vegas+4_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUbsi_MsaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ISTTCE5vup0/s1600-h/vegas+3+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122030603323879842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUbsi_MsaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ISTTCE5vup0/s320/vegas+3+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUa5i_MsXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DkHvC-mv6xM/s1600-h/vegas+1+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122029727150551410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxUa5i_MsXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DkHvC-mv6xM/s320/vegas+1+sm.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-4673376581719583307?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4673376581719583307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=4673376581719583307' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4673376581719583307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/4673376581719583307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/b-day-in-vegas-photo-projects-and-other.html' title='B-day in Vegas, Photo Projects and other Time Consuming Projects'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RxbQ9y_MsqI/AAAAAAAAASM/8-EOxlYGy2c/s72-c/rachel+is+turning+5_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-6759577373161145033</id><published>2007-10-04T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:29:10.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>LIFE IS GREAT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVdOi_MsLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/l7GIMGgqqq8/s1600-h/Copy+of+field+trip+5+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117599056067866802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVdOi_MsLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/l7GIMGgqqq8/s400/Copy+of+field+trip+5+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had the best day yesterday and it's just carried on to today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;1. I made the BEST meal. Beef and Chicken Satay with Thai peanut sauce and couscous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;2. I went to my first class of Photography 101 with Nicole Hill (amazing).&lt;br /&gt;3. I went on a field trip to the pumpkin patch with my daughter (Jason was sick:( and got to try out some of my new techniques. So, here is the detail on each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; the Beef and Chicken satay. I saw Rachel Ray make this on her show and it looked so easy and yummy. The whole audience loved it. So, I thought I'd try my hand at it. I have a friend who is a fantastic cook and she made this also for a Relief Society event last year. So, I called her to compare recipes because I know I love hers. Well, to my surprise, the peanut butter was the only ingredient the same. So, she told me to come over and we'd make it together and make sure it tastes right. It calls for funky ingredients and she shared stuff I'd never even think of buying. It was fantastic. I couldn't get enough. It was so easy to make, at least once I have the ingredients. She gave me some of the weird stuff so I could make it again. The picture doesn't do it justice but you can get the idea. I made couscous with it because its easy and I really like it. But, I'd serve sticky rice with it instead next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117600456227205314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVegC_MsMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ean3RxYEU5g/s320/beef+and+chicken+satay.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Recipe:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Marinate strips of chicken, pork or beef (I used top sirloin) in 1 c. teriyaki sauce, 1/2 tsp. chili oil, and 2 cloves garlic. Thread on squewers and grill up. I marinate a couple of hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Thai Peanut Sauce: 2 c. coconut milk, 1 c. peanut butter, 2 tsp. red curry paste, 3 Tb. tamarind (asian market, put small chunk in bowl with 1/2 c. water, microwave abt. 30sec., stir then spoon out 3 Tb. spoons of the liquid), 3-5 Tb. brown sugar (to taste), 1/2 tsp. fish sauce (asian market). Heat on medium heat til a thick dip. Serve with the satay. YUM!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt; I went to my first class with Nicole Hill at Little Sussy (see sidebar link). She is fabulous. I learned so much in just 1 1/2 hours. I've read tons of material about the basics and last night it just came together in my mind. We have weekly assignments so I'm posting a few that I took today. They are different categories: juxtaposition, rule of thirds, lines, patterns, shapes. I've been getting into photography over the past year and I've figured a lot out on my own, but just need a better understanding of the basics, and consistency. This class is well worth the $$$. It's actually very inspensive and I feel like I got my moneys worth from just the first class. Keep checking back for further posts of my assignments. Hopefully they'll improve:) She actually posts a weekly assignment on her blog (again, see Nicole Hill on my sidebar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVgHC_MsNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/THlsfY1nPq8/s1600-h/hw+wk+1+b+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117602225753731282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVgHC_MsNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/THlsfY1nPq8/s320/hw+wk+1+b+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVgMy_MsOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/v9NUUgYO48U/s1600-h/hw+wk+1+d+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117602324537979106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVgMy_MsOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/v9NUUgYO48U/s320/hw+wk+1+d+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVgVy_MsPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NvSil2PtyN0/s1600-h/hw+wk+1+f+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117602479156801778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVgVy_MsPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NvSil2PtyN0/s320/hw+wk+1+f+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVggS_MsQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/YJMAXMiSx50/s1600-h/hw+wk+1+h+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117602659545428226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVggS_MsQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/YJMAXMiSx50/s320/hw+wk+1+h+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third:&lt;/strong&gt; Lizzie and Jason had a field trip to the pumpkin patch and unfortunetely Jason woke up throwing up. So he had to stay home with dad while Lizzie and I went. Lizzie was very excited that she wasn't the one who got sick. It usually is her and she's missed out on several things so she kept boasting that Jason was sick and not her. Although we missed Jason, it was nice having a one on one time with Lizzie. She doesn't get a lot of it being a twin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;She enjoyed the field trip but she was most excited to eat a sack lunch at the picnic area with me. She carried her sack around, wouldn't let me touch it and kept asking, "Can we just go eat lunch now?" I'd answer, "Lizzie, don't you want to go on the hayride?" "No, I just want to eat my brown sack lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwViHi_MsRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kQmxtpw_SA4/s1600-h/field+trip+5+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117604433366921490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwViHi_MsRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kQmxtpw_SA4/s320/field+trip+5+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVihy_MsVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1T8CizM0NIw/s1600-h/field+trip+1+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117604884338487634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVihy_MsVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1T8CizM0NIw/s320/field+trip+1+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwViPC_MsSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aeSl05TJZ1w/s1600-h/field+trip+4+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117604562215940386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwViPC_MsSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aeSl05TJZ1w/s320/field+trip+4+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwViWC_MsTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Prv9o1AOMlw/s1600-h/field+trip+3+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117604682475024690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwViWC_MsTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Prv9o1AOMlw/s320/field+trip+3+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwViby_MsUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TujldxXR_IU/s1600-h/field+trip+2+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117604781259272514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwViby_MsUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TujldxXR_IU/s320/field+trip+2+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-6759577373161145033?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6759577373161145033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=6759577373161145033' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6759577373161145033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6759577373161145033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-great.html' title='LIFE IS GREAT!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwVdOi_MsLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/l7GIMGgqqq8/s72-c/Copy+of+field+trip+5+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-6822763242465962486</id><published>2007-10-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:28:21.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>Tell All Tuesday: Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>This week we were asked to share what we would love to get in our trick or treat bag. So here are a few things that I wouldn't cry over.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKxYy_MsDI/AAAAAAAAANg/Dj--jgg5_Dc/s1600-h/notebooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116847166208127026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKxYy_MsDI/AAAAAAAAANg/Dj--jgg5_Dc/s320/notebooks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKxey_MsEI/AAAAAAAAANo/38qStcMeLJY/s1600-h/notebooks+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116847269287342146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKxey_MsEI/AAAAAAAAANo/38qStcMeLJY/s320/notebooks+close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTEBOOKS:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks to Wendy for her sparking my mind on how much I LOVE notebooks. I love to write things down. I tried a palm for a while and hated it because I couldn't write. I can't help buying or making cute, fun, cool, or interesting notebooks. I have a drawer full of them. Some I currently write in, some are done, and some I've saving for a special reason to mark them up. I call my Spiritual one called, "The Small Plates of Lisa" I have one for each child. My friend collects old books then cuts the binding and makes them into sketch pads. So, they are called, "My Cousin Rachel", "Keeping Up with Lizzie", and I made "Jason's Deli". I love them all and can't wait to find the "PERFECT" notebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116847836223025234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKx_y_MsFI/AAAAAAAAANw/td7Ac5NC26Y/s320/iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IPHONE:&lt;/strong&gt; I would love one of these, but they are expensive and bulky so I'll just wish for now. It's a phone, ipod, internet, ivideo, photoalbum and more. How fun would that be!!! My friend just came over and to my surprise she had one in her hand. I played with it and now I REALLY want it. I'd even take and itouch which is the iphone without the phone. I hear the service is very expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116848446108381282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKyjS_MsGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jl1wal7yEcM/s320/shelves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORGANIZATIONAL ITEMS:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks to Mique for access to this great photo. I LOVE cubbies and any organizational item. My home is not the way I'd like it and I have great intentions if I could just get a hold of some perfect cubbies and storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116849094648442994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKzJC_MsHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cN3nmXMWKKU/s320/EOS-Lenses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMERA LENSES:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, how I would love some nice lenses for my camera. I have a great lens but I need some other lengths. I'd like a prime lens (either 50mm or 85mm) and a nice telephoto (maybe 70-200mm). I'd also love any other photography gear like a light meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116849644404256898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKzpC_MsII/AAAAAAAAAOI/WuI-241fyd0/s320/necklace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NECKLACES:&lt;/strong&gt; I've never loved jewelery until recently I've gained an appreciation and love for beautiful stone necklaces. I love jeweltones and also fun girly colors. I only have a few but I hope to find some more soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116850262879547538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwK0NC_MsJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0AkbsVF72pE/s320/070814_CitySpotlight_Cancun_title.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET-A-WAY VACATION WITH BUILT IN BABYSITTER:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't care when or for how long but I'd love tropical or European. I also love to travel with my kids but it's hard to sight see or do anything to exhausting because of their ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116850731030982818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwK0oS_MsKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a5OF2o97I8k/s320/shutterfly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUTTERFLY GIFT CERTIFICATE:&lt;/strong&gt; I Love Shutterfly books and just have some many that I want to make that I have to spread them out in order to afford them all. They're great. Check them out if you haven't already.&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;Now, I don't mean to sound greedy. I just figure I could use this as a Christmas and birthday list also and then indiscreetly direct my husband to this site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you?&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/3103069851765777453-6822763242465962486?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6822763242465962486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=6822763242465962486' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6822763242465962486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/6822763242465962486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/tell-all-tuesday-trick-or-treat.html' title='Tell All Tuesday: Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwKxYy_MsDI/AAAAAAAAANg/Dj--jgg5_Dc/s72-c/notebooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-8032720467015561677</id><published>2007-10-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:38:54.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwJl1C_MsBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zZayi9nlwnA/s1600-h/menuplanmonday.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116764088655720466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwJl1C_MsBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zZayi9nlwnA/s320/menuplanmonday.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see that many of you are doing this Meal Plan Monday, so I thought I'd put mine up to show why I don't do this. I have a dinner group and I only cook once a week (yea).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Jill brings dinner: something with chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: JJ brings dinner: shredded beef tacos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wednesday: I make dinner: beef satay with peanut dipping sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Terri brings dinner: Pirate soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Date night: go out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat: Family date night: out with family before Priesthood session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun: Dinner at mother in laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it. Thus, I doubt I will be posting Menu Plan Monday again:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-8032720467015561677?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8032720467015561677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=8032720467015561677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8032720467015561677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/8032720467015561677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/RwJl1C_MsBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zZayi9nlwnA/s72-c/menuplanmonday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-3972447561125070103</id><published>2007-09-29T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:28:21.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know the United States?</title><content type='html'>Try this quiz on How Well Do You Know the United States?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've made a new immigration quiz and here are some sample questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21019797/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21019797/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-3972447561125070103?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3972447561125070103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=3972447561125070103' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3972447561125070103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/3972447561125070103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-well-do-you-know-united-states.html' title='How Well Do You Know the United States?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-2998407598085248262</id><published>2007-09-28T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:29:10.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Putting God First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Sunday School lesson this week is on overcoming trials and reconciling ourselves to God.  Here are a couple of quotes and a scripture chain that I found inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"The challenges you face, the growth experiences you encounter, are intended to be temporary  scenes played out on the stage of a life of continuing peace and happiness.  Sadness, heartache, and disappointment are events in life.  It is not intended that they be the substance of life.  I do not minimize how hard some of these events can be.  When the lesson you are to learn is very important, trials can extend over a long period of time, but they should not be allowed to become the confining focus of everything you do.  Your life can and should be wondrously rewarding.  It is your understanding and application of the laws of God that will give your life glorious purpose as you ascend and conquer the difficulties of life.  That perspective keeps challenges confined to their proper place--stepping stones to further growth and attainment." (Richard G. Scott, Ensign, Nov. 2006, 40)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul the apostle went through many trials read &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Corinthians 11:24-28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through his trials he stayed positive and focused:  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 Cor. 4:7-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was given a "thorn of the flesh" but understood why:  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 Cor. 12:7-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He had an eternal perspective of what this life is about:  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Cor. 4:16-18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, as we evaluate our lives, if we can keep an eternal perspective and put God first, God will be with us and our weaknesses will become our strengths through the companionship of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pres. Ezra Taft Benson (in Ensign, May 1988 pg. 4) put it best:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;When we put God first, all other things fall into their proper place or drop out of our lives. &lt;/strong&gt; Our love of the Lord will govern the claims for our affection, the demands on our time, the interests we pursue, and the order of our priorities.  We should put God ahead of everyone else in our lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;What do you think?  Share your thoughts with me as I prepare my lesson for Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-2998407598085248262?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2998407598085248262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=2998407598085248262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2998407598085248262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/2998407598085248262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/putting-god-first.html' title='Putting God First'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5429812292574648792</id><published>2007-09-25T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:28:21.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>Tell All Tuesday: Loving the Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;I couldn't say I have a favorite quote because there are so many great ones out there. But, two that are meaningful to me right now in my life are the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Have nothing in your houses that you do not &lt;strong&gt;know to be useful&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;believe to be beautiful."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;by William Morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114240705175007234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvlu0y_MsAI/AAAAAAAAANI/D0ibTOKlSQs/s400/bovril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;As I said earlier, my life is cluttered and I need some purging. This is a good rule of thumb for home management. Notice the &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; to useful. Not, think or hope it might be useful one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Next, I heard this from a friend but I don't know the original speaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;"We move towards and become that which we consistently think of and believe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Elder Dallin H. Oaks gives a GREAT talk on "&lt;a href="http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll?f=templates$fn=default.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Challenge to Become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;." It's not about what we just DO, but what we actually BECOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3103069851765777453-5429812292574648792?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5429812292574648792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5429812292574648792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5429812292574648792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5429812292574648792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/tell-all-tuesday-loving-quotes.html' title='Tell All Tuesday: Loving the Quotes'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvlu0y_MsAI/AAAAAAAAANI/D0ibTOKlSQs/s72-c/bovril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-1972970440020706517</id><published>2007-09-24T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:29:10.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>Great Commentary</title><content type='html'>I just finished the Book of Mormon while reading these commentaries.  They are so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvh-GC_Mr9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/iLMRKoYLJNs/s1600-h/4718307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113976019225456594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvh-GC_Mr9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/iLMRKoYLJNs/s200/4718307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvh-My_Mr-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q7iJadvi5GA/s1600-h/4763142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113976135189573602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvh-My_Mr-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q7iJadvi5GA/s200/4763142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvh-Vi_Mr_I/AAAAAAAAANA/NFoFQv3osec/s1600-h/4909798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113976285513428978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvh-Vi_Mr_I/AAAAAAAAANA/NFoFQv3osec/s200/4909798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach Gospel Doctrine and I've used them for the D&amp;amp;C, Old Testament, and now New Testament.  So, I thought why not do my BofM study with them too.  It took about twice as long to read because of all the great info and pondering included.  He defines words or phrases, gives lots of background on customs, traditions, etc.  He has tons of cross-references and quotes from prophets and apostles.  It has really helped me to think about what is found in the scriptures and apply it to my daily life rather than just "reading".  I'd recommend these commentaries to all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note.  I've been feeling very overwhelmed that past few weeks.  My house is cluttered, my life is cluttered.  I need to purge.  I need time management and home management overhauls.  I just don't know where to start.  At stake conference a couple of weeks ago it was mentioned that procrastination is a tool of the devil.  He doesn't tell you to not read the scriptures or to not pray, he just tells you to read later or pray tomorrow.  I feel like I have been procrastinating on getting organized.  Not because I don't want to, but because it seems too big of a job, so, "I'll do it later, or tomorrow."  Get thee hence Satan!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The general authority who was at stake conference said that he reads his scriptures for 17 seconds a day.  What, only 17 seconds?  Hey, anybody can make time for just 17 seconds.  Then he said that once he starts he ususally just keeps going.  So, I tried this in my organization this past week.  I tried to pick just three things I wanted to accomplish each day.  If anything else got done then great, but at least three things would happen to get my time and home management under control.  Well, I'm happy to report that it is working and the guilt is gone and the overwhelming feeling is going and little by little, I'm chipping away at the clutter in my life.&lt;br /&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/3103069851765777453-1972970440020706517?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1972970440020706517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=1972970440020706517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1972970440020706517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/1972970440020706517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-commentary.html' title='Great Commentary'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOC8LxrSCgo/Rvh-GC_Mr9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/iLMRKoYLJNs/s72-c/4718307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103069851765777453.post-5501834888955553366</id><published>2007-09-20T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:28:21.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>Tag:  A Little About Me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I received a tag so here is a little about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;/strong&gt; I was starting my 4th year of teaching Jr. High French. I was also planning a trip to France and Spain. My roommate came home one day and said that a former BYU teacher and friend was getting married in a castle in Spain. She commented on how much fun she thought it would be to go. I said to her, "I'll go with you to Spain if you go with me to France. So, we planned a two week vacation over Christmas break (we were both teachers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What was I doing 5 years ago? &lt;/strong&gt;I was getting ready to give birth to my first beautiful little baby. I wasn't too big or too uncomfortable, but I was just so excited. I had her closet filled with clothes and her bedding all nice in the crib. Everyday I would go in and look at everything and choose an outfit to put in the crib. Then the next day I would change the outfit. I would just stare in the crib and imagine. It was such an exciting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was I doing 1 year ago?&lt;/strong&gt; I was planning two trips. First was Disneyland with the kids. This was there first trip and we went with two other families on our street. It was so magical. The other trip was three weeks later to Hawaii. We took our kids, Rick's mom, and his brother and family. It was such a blast. I LOVE Hawaii. I also have to mention that I was starting to really get into portrait photography. I took my first family portrait. My guinea pig was Chrissy's family. Thanks for entrusting me in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What was I doing yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt; I sent my four year old off to preschool, then my twins off to playgroup. I jetted down to the mall to return a shirt, stopped off at Payless to check out a pair of shoes for my daughter (with no success), stopped by a boutique an bought a cute Halloween decoration. (that was all in 1 hour and 20 mins.) I can do a lot without dragging the kids. I got home with 5 mins. to spare before my daughter returned from preschool. Talked about school with her then went to pick up my twins from playgroup. Went to the park for a Relief Society Salad social. We all made salads then brought them to share and visit. Came home and did a couple of posts, cleaned a bit. Made dinner for my dinner group. (We have four families in our group. We each take one night to cook for all the families. I have Wednesday, and I LOVE IT) Cleaned up, sent Rachel and Rick to soccer practice, gave bathes, read books and scriptures, gave loves, said goodnight and tucked them in. Settled in for some quiet time with Rick. Filled out book orders, watched a couple of episodes of The Office that we had on our DVR to get me ready for the new season. Read then went to bed. I was exhausted, but I felt productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Five snacks I like to munch on?&lt;/strong&gt; Pistascios, string cheese, saltines, apples, Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Five things I'd do if I suddenly had $100 million dollars to spend?&lt;/strong&gt; I'd pay off my house and cars, I'd consider building a new house if my neighbors would come with me (I guess I'd even have enough to build them houses too.) Travel, help support a few families members who are having some financial issues. Also some great camera equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Five locations I'd run away to?&lt;/strong&gt; Hawaii (or tropical hideaway), France, Switzerland, Ireland, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Five bad habits?&lt;/strong&gt; procrastination, laziness, don't like to make phone calls, get overwhelmed when I over organize, did I mention procrastination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Five things I like to do?&lt;/strong&gt; photography, scrapbooking (recently digital), read, spend time with Rick, spend time with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Five TV shows I like?&lt;/strong&gt; The Office, 30 Rock, Heroes, Amazing Race,Prison Break, 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Five things I hate to do? &lt;/strong&gt;Making phone calls, confronting people, discipling unruly children, waiting in traffic, eat mustard or pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Five biggest joys at the moment?&lt;/strong&gt; Watching Rachel do so well in school, dance, and soccer; Watching Jason ride his scooter, play and have fun, do well in school; Watching Lizzie love dance, school, and make new friends; Just being with Rick and even watching him. Preparing Gospel Doctrine lessons and learning so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW, I TAG Amanda, Kate, Jenni, Zoe, Breanne, and Erin (and anyone else that wants to.)&lt;/strong&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/3103069851765777453-5501834888955553366?l=shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5501834888955553366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3103069851765777453&amp;postID=5501834888955553366' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5501834888955553366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3103069851765777453/posts/default/5501834888955553366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/tag-little-about-me.html' title='Tag:  A Little About Me :)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KphqEaBwhMU/TVyRECFsZII/AAAAAAAAGP4/X-4RiK8vQHE/s220/lisa-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.
