<?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-338980550807693024</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:15:40.869-07:00</updated><category term='VBS.'/><category term='Where does time go?'/><category term='She is #1 on our vote.'/><category term='Just passed another stepping stone.'/><category term='I LOVE LOVE...'/><category term='Max working out.'/><category term='REDEC TO MOVE'/><category term='Happy day.'/><category term='The guilt sets in.'/><category term='35 years and going strong.'/><category term='What do you do on Sabbath or to close it?'/><category term='Oil of olay...does it work? B4 and after.'/><category term='To go or not to go?'/><category term='Etsy'/><category term='Her anniversary.'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='Will I make it on time....btr yet will these taste good?'/><category term='Cherish every moment.'/><category term='Mounds or Almond Joy'/><category term='Michaels summer vacation over.  Sorry sonshine.'/><category term='beautiful.....God&apos;s creatures'/><category term='Saving For God To Do'/><category term='Michaels graduation gift.  Niiiiiiice.'/><category term='FREEBEE&apos;S ARE COOL.'/><category term='Remember to pray for our troops today.'/><category term='SUMMER VACATION'/><category term='Swim Lessons.'/><category term='golf cake disaster'/><category term='Littliest Pet Shop Cake'/><category term='Happy anniversary Mike.  1995-2009'/><category term='B4&apos;s and after&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Insanity. Enjoy'n every minute of it.</title><subtitle type='html'>Having 5 children has made me realize I don't suffer from insanity.  I'm enjoying every minute of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-2171456503944597164</id><published>2010-10-15T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:02:54.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/TLjrnzVlflI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xSmbNWnuJeA/s1600/10233_1256110645699_1317574707_719571_2483212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/TLjrnzVlflI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xSmbNWnuJeA/s400/10233_1256110645699_1317574707_719571_2483212_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528427611625455186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see... Just wanted to see if anyone is still here I guess.. Life is crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-2171456503944597164?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2171456503944597164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=2171456503944597164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2171456503944597164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2171456503944597164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-time-no-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/TLjrnzVlflI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xSmbNWnuJeA/s72-c/10233_1256110645699_1317574707_719571_2483212_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3107508174782358585</id><published>2009-06-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:36:55.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RELAY FOR LIFE.....WHAT IS UR CAUSE?</title><content type='html'>FAITH&lt;br /&gt;HOPE&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG8wPlNznI/AAAAAAAAAbU/eWONIpvpTFk/s1600-h/0516092141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346261769667858034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG8wPlNznI/AAAAAAAAAbU/eWONIpvpTFk/s400/0516092141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; REMEMBER...I SAW SOO MANY WHO DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG7uJWS5pI/AAAAAAAAAbM/B0xbX8WDQLs/s1600-h/0516092158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346260634123298450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG7uJWS5pI/AAAAAAAAAbM/B0xbX8WDQLs/s400/0516092158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;RELAY FOR LIFE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG7tzH00gI/AAAAAAAAAbE/D8-Uhkt5hFY/s1600-h/0516092149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346260628157026818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG7tzH00gI/AAAAAAAAAbE/D8-Uhkt5hFY/s400/0516092149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURE......I PRAY SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG7tnny1DI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2JUpaZW0Qbo/s1600-h/0516092137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346260625069888562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG7tnny1DI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2JUpaZW0Qbo/s400/0516092137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAITH....AN ABUNDANCE WAS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG6ZQDNIWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nwsdJPhMTj0/s1600-h/0516092143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346259175633396066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG6ZQDNIWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nwsdJPhMTj0/s400/0516092143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE...OVER POURING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG56Q67fMI/AAAAAAAAAas/WW7oke2oFrU/s1600-h/0516092115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346258643291176130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG56Q67fMI/AAAAAAAAAas/WW7oke2oFrU/s400/0516092115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;WHAT AN AMAZING EXPERIENCE ERIKA AND I HAD... WE DID A 7 MILE WALK/RUN FOR RELAY FOR LIFE. I WAS IN THE GROUP FOR CURVES. THE TURNOUT WAS AWESOME. THE SUPPORT GROUP THERE AMAZING. I COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT DIVERSE GROUPS OF PEOPLE WERE THERE. YOUNG, OLD, OVERWEIGHT, UNDERWEIGHT, EVERY NATIONALITY, EVERY RELIGION, PEOPLE WITH RINGS IN EVERY PART OF THIR BODY. IT WAS ONE OF THE NEATEST EXPERIENCES I HAVE EVER HAD SEEING SO MANY COME TOGETHER FOR 1 CAUSE..&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/338980550807693024-3107508174782358585?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3107508174782358585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3107508174782358585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3107508174782358585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3107508174782358585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/relay-for-lifewhat-is-ur-cause.html' title='RELAY FOR LIFE.....WHAT IS UR CAUSE?'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SjG8wPlNznI/AAAAAAAAAbU/eWONIpvpTFk/s72-c/0516092141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3107897402650699479</id><published>2009-06-09T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:03:01.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/Si8T9hkeVfI/AAAAAAAAAak/wpBiY-BDlsU/s1600-h/0311091557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345513230416369138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/Si8T9hkeVfI/AAAAAAAAAak/wpBiY-BDlsU/s400/0311091557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/Si8TUoQukTI/AAAAAAAAAac/8X3XjCdItb4/s1600-h/0311092130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345512527837958450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/Si8TUoQukTI/AAAAAAAAAac/8X3XjCdItb4/s400/0311092130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful new niece. Andrea Renee. She is so sweet. I got to watch the whole delivery. Amazing!!! What a difference between delivering and watching. wow.. My sis did such a great job! So proud of her..&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/338980550807693024-3107897402650699479?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3107897402650699479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3107897402650699479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3107897402650699479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3107897402650699479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-beautiful-new-niece.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/Si8T9hkeVfI/AAAAAAAAAak/wpBiY-BDlsU/s72-c/0311091557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-4574374526858709736</id><published>2009-05-05T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:43:48.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE LOVE...'/><title type='text'>AHHHHHH   BROTHERLY LOVE... AND GETTING THE JOB DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SgD2UkeOikI/AAAAAAAAAaU/18W2I0ChFI0/s1600-h/0406091149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332532792054942274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SgD2UkeOikI/AAAAAAAAAaU/18W2I0ChFI0/s400/0406091149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MY SWEET LIL MUNCHKINS!!! LOOK AT THERE CLOTHES. LUKEY BOY HAD TO MATCH BIG BROTHER. AWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SgD2Ucgs7jI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9EpEWMI8PJ0/s1600-h/0406091147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332532789917838898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SgD2Ucgs7jI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9EpEWMI8PJ0/s400/0406091147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MICHAEL IS STANDING BACK CUZ LOOK AT THAT WATER HOSE LOOK IS SPRAYING. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SgD2UMoA1bI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Rhi-bnFJB5I/s1600-h/0406091145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332532785653536178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SgD2UMoA1bI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Rhi-bnFJB5I/s400/0406091145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MICHAEL IS POINTING... SPRAY THAT WAY NOT TOWARD ME.. DONT YA WANT A BATH BIG BROTHER?&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/338980550807693024-4574374526858709736?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4574374526858709736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=4574374526858709736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/4574374526858709736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/4574374526858709736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhhhh-brotherly-love-and-getting-job.html' title='AHHHHHH   BROTHERLY LOVE... AND GETTING THE JOB DONE!'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SgD2UkeOikI/AAAAAAAAAaU/18W2I0ChFI0/s72-c/0406091149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-720734505011852396</id><published>2009-04-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:25:22.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird watching thru my kitchen window.  Sweeeeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyQdeLQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_jSByFqWOXE/s1600-h/0102091355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844996149226754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyQdeLQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_jSByFqWOXE/s400/0102091355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; winter spring summer or fall.... all ya have to do is call and I'll be there ... you've got a friend.. Well none of y'all are here.. but I have my birds.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyVNtFkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XnW6uta-mKA/s1600-h/011109+bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844997425272386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyVNtFkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XnW6uta-mKA/s400/011109+bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyIwxHrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/MdaUuw-NC18/s1600-h/012609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844994082676402" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyIwxHrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/MdaUuw-NC18/s400/012609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the nice mess they leave me... Ahhh one of the family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyJO4QyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uvEpDM5mVJE/s1600-h/0403091004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844994208973602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyJO4QyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uvEpDM5mVJE/s400/0403091004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are 11 finch on this thing. Hilarious. This is called a finch sock. They ABSOLUTLY LOVE IT!!! They had it half gone in 2 dys.. I put the wrong seed in it now they don't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/Sfdpxyj2iLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aa2INZB4IHI/s1600-h/090907_12171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844988122925234" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/Sfdpxyj2iLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aa2INZB4IHI/s400/090907_12171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there is the sweet hummingbird... How cute God's creatures are.&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/338980550807693024-720734505011852396?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/720734505011852396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=720734505011852396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/720734505011852396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/720734505011852396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/04/bird-watching-thru-my-kitchen-window.html' title='Bird watching thru my kitchen window.  Sweeeeet'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SfdpyQdeLQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_jSByFqWOXE/s72-c/0102091355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-4993756539033194050</id><published>2009-04-19T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:10:31.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqkbsZaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Rdf1x5tjb6Y/s1600-h/1220080902a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618896955631010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqkbsZaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Rdf1x5tjb6Y/s400/1220080902a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqmixmqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ClgevlcShto/s1600-h/0418091657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618897522203298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqmixmqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ClgevlcShto/s400/0418091657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Indian Grinding Rock...wow Cathy...I do look prego... no ladies .. I'm just fat with a poor posture.  I was going to take this pic off but it will be my incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still at Indian Grinding Rock.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqXLTbiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/chUe3zw0T2U/s1600-h/0418091644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618893397224994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqXLTbiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/chUe3zw0T2U/s400/0418091644.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/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqLHBcKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AIjL-AIEiNI/s1600-h/0418091601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618890158043298" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqLHBcKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AIjL-AIEiNI/s400/0418091601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sutter Creek so pretty there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqBQ0GuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PMzuh2L7ZOU/s1600-h/0418091600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618887514757858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqBQ0GuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PMzuh2L7ZOU/s400/0418091600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daffadill Hill pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Erika and I had an amazing Sabbath!!!! We had been sick in our household which is unusual..She was tired of being in the house. We decided to go to Sutter Creek for the day do a Bible Study and go on some walks. When we got there we decided to go to Daffadill Hill instead. By the time we got there it was closed.. ugh..for the season. lol I took some pretty pics though. Then we decided to stop in Volcano to see what this little town was like. After we left there we stopped by Indian Grinding Rock. Fun!!! Very hot day too. Then we stopped by Sutter Hill Church. Adorable too. Last, but not least, we went to Sutter Creek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  the time we got there we were soo tired and hungry.  I had left my picnic basket on the table at home.  lol  nice.  We had 6 banana's and a bag of peanuts.. yumm  We started walking around.  They had a ladies night.  Out of 200 people who had been in that town all day Erika and I were 2 of the 10 that had won prizes for the ladies night.  We had barely got there around 6:30 and these other ladies got there early in the morning.  woohoo  Get this.. Erika drew my name.  Hilarious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-4993756539033194050?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4993756539033194050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=4993756539033194050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/4993756539033194050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/4993756539033194050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/04/indian-grinding-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SevzqkbsZaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Rdf1x5tjb6Y/s72-c/1220080902a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8212743506548554920</id><published>2009-04-16T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:08:06.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B4 AND AFTR PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-8212743506548554920?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8212743506548554920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8212743506548554920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8212743506548554920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8212743506548554920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/04/b4-and-aftr-pics.html' title='B4 AND AFTR PICS'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-974994232285474987</id><published>2009-04-16T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:37:24.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REDEC TO MOVE'/><title type='text'>Decorating..Gotta love it.. Even if you have to move when ur finally done.  ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVysXHATI/AAAAAAAAAYs/e8jTWPYh-3U/s1600-h/file00688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325389782522986802" style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVysXHATI/AAAAAAAAAYs/e8jTWPYh-3U/s400/file00688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAHHHH...LOL I HAVE LEARNED REGARDLESS OF YOUR CIRCUMSTANCES........   BE HAPPY!!!!!! IT DEFINATLY COULD BE WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVyQEDlDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zza9LXDFlvc/s1600-h/0223090938a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325389774926877746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVyQEDlDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zza9LXDFlvc/s400/0223090938a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVyZdpvbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o_7jg7WikgM/s1600-h/0222091158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325389777450155442" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVyZdpvbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o_7jg7WikgM/s400/0222091158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVyK9vtGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/zmwaisoGl1Y/s1600-h/0222091546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325389773558232162" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVyK9vtGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/zmwaisoGl1Y/s400/0222091546.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVyODZfbI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SKvmpMmWacw/s1600-h/0222092235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325389774387248562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVyODZfbI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SKvmpMmWacw/s400/0222092235.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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeTBhOZ0SI/AAAAAAAAAYE/81CqNHA-UlA/s1600-h/0222091547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325386738696835362" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeTBhOZ0SI/AAAAAAAAAYE/81CqNHA-UlA/s400/0222091547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeRq_nJUFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yPvo2HlmG90/s1600-h/0222092234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325385252205056082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeRq_nJUFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yPvo2HlmG90/s400/0222092234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well hello how are you.. I know it's been awhile. But who cares right? So, I lived on Powers for 11 years, moved to Escalon for a year, moved to North St. 6 month, now been on Sutter for 6 months. We love it here. 4 bd 2 ba...2 car garage (&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that is a gym, home-schooling area, ping-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pongame room, laundry room, and storage unit very well organized I might add&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; g lol kitchen/dinette, living room, cute lg front and back yard. We just got done painting a few rooms and rearranging and decorating. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So now guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;ahhhhhh did ya guess???? I have to move AAAAAGGGGAAAAIIIINNNN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/338980550807693024-974994232285474987?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/974994232285474987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=974994232285474987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/974994232285474987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/974994232285474987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/04/decoratinggotta-love-it-even-if-you.html' title='Decorating..Gotta love it.. Even if you have to move when ur finally done.  ugh'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SeeVysXHATI/AAAAAAAAAYs/e8jTWPYh-3U/s72-c/file00688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-2692039174296251555</id><published>2009-02-19T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:22:16.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hey howdy hey....how are you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-2692039174296251555?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2692039174296251555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=2692039174296251555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2692039174296251555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2692039174296251555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-howdy-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3511110193579399372</id><published>2009-02-16T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:06:14.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZobMLwsJeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SRmYNXvtW-Y/s1600-h/0205091750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303581407311570402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZobMLwsJeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SRmYNXvtW-Y/s400/0205091750.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/338980550807693024-3511110193579399372?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3511110193579399372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3511110193579399372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3511110193579399372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3511110193579399372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZobMLwsJeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SRmYNXvtW-Y/s72-c/0205091750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-1801651498105461652</id><published>2009-02-16T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:56:23.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max working out.'/><title type='text'>Purrrfect posture..or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZoZGdXBLbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cRUE8soS8Co/s1600-h/0205091750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579109933264306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZoZGdXBLbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cRUE8soS8Co/s400/0205091750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So yea...ugh I might not be using my treadmill.. but my cat Max is... So mean I know we just couldn't resist. Actually my son Michael is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;culprit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heehaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-1801651498105461652?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1801651498105461652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=1801651498105461652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1801651498105461652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1801651498105461652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/purrrfect-postureor-is-it.html' title='Purrrfect posture..or is it?'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZoZGdXBLbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cRUE8soS8Co/s72-c/0205091750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-381051507221412184</id><published>2009-02-10T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:03:23.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy anniversary Mike.  1995-2009'/><title type='text'>15 yrs. and ....uhhh....going.  Strong?  Well we r here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Michael Lawrence de Sousa and Teena Marie Clark                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZH2ETF6EYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/47Ahxp1tZFM/s1600-h/r+wedding+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288790096744834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZH2ETF6EYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/47Ahxp1tZFM/s400/r+wedding+date.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZH09rSrg1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/N9nvqtlwMmQ/s1600-h/our+hands+joined+as+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301287576822055762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZH09rSrg1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/N9nvqtlwMmQ/s400/our+hands+joined+as+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know why but I loved taking this picture. Wow. Look how youthful and skinny my hands look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZH0U40DgcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cF4VOH1Srfs/s1600-h/Mike+and+my+kiss..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301286876077064642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZH0U40DgcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cF4VOH1Srfs/s400/Mike+and+my+kiss..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and I about 20 minutes after we were married. Look....we use to like each other. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHzncWeipI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IOvAkfGKvwA/s1600-h/1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301286095342701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHzncWeipI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IOvAkfGKvwA/s400/1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1996 @ Fair grounds. Mike worked for a company that had a booth there. I got in free. Woohoo. It was a lot of fun. We had lunch together (with Erika) and walked around, we looked at crafts. Memories.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHytmdUnFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ch_86enMvnE/s1600-h/1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301285101623352402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHytmdUnFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ch_86enMvnE/s400/1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1997 I think we were @ another fair or carnival. No as much as he wanted a motorcycle this is not his. It was fun taking the pic on it though. Love my boots? I don't know what's hotter...my boots or his tats? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHyMmHEAII/AAAAAAAAAWs/cL5ZgF1bhag/s1600-h/1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301284534594306178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHyMmHEAII/AAAAAAAAAWs/cL5ZgF1bhag/s400/1997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHwmHMbtTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/GvLJA5g4g4E/s1600-h/0210091112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301282773948675378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHwmHMbtTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/GvLJA5g4g4E/s400/0210091112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1999 (2dys b4 Nathan) Field trip for Michael's Cub Scouts to the state capital. I walked so much I had him 2 dys later on my birthday...March 27, 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHv-RPC1tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mwnXrKqJgYk/s1600-h/1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301282089449215698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHv-RPC1tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mwnXrKqJgYk/s400/1995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHvjO3oVdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/pyLvP7qhgI4/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301281624957670866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZHvjO3oVdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/pyLvP7qhgI4/s400/2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/338980550807693024-381051507221412184?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/381051507221412184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=381051507221412184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/381051507221412184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/381051507221412184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/15-yrs-and-uhhhgoing-strong-well-we-r.html' title='15 yrs. and ....uhhh....going.  Strong?  Well we r here.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SZH2ETF6EYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/47Ahxp1tZFM/s72-c/r+wedding+date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-1690016678993966470</id><published>2009-02-08T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:46:41.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monterey Bay</title><content type='html'>Our trip to Monterey  Bay Aquarium.  We had a passer-byer take.  I asked him to make sure he could see us in the screen on my phone.  If its bright let me know...Uhhh he didn't let me know.  lol It almost hurts my eyes looking.  I will post sea creatures l8r...my battery is dying.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SY8Z4pKjP7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/Xevj_klh2gA/s1600-h/0120091607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300483747351838642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SY8Z4pKjP7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/Xevj_klh2gA/s400/0120091607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our ohhhhh soooo happy family. Look at that smile on Nathan. Now that my friends....is happiness. lol&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SY8ZVeLR9YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cimcXEswLoo/s1600-h/0120091557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300483143106688386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SY8ZVeLR9YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cimcXEswLoo/s400/0120091557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on a field trip with the school. I yearly trip to Monterey Bay Aquarium. People think we get tired of the same thing every year...when actually it isn't ever the same experience. I myself have been going for the past 7 years. There is always a new exhibit. God's creatures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-1690016678993966470?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1690016678993966470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=1690016678993966470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1690016678993966470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1690016678993966470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/monterey-bay.html' title='Monterey Bay'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SY8Z4pKjP7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/Xevj_klh2gA/s72-c/0120091607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-577943250200277418</id><published>2009-02-06T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:56:23.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She made it to Texas...woohoo, and just in time for her friends baby delivery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYyxIVCM4kI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2DoqKcepGMg/s1600-h/PIC-0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299805618151678530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYyxIVCM4kI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2DoqKcepGMg/s400/PIC-0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well she made it to Texas. Woohoo. I miss her but I am glad she is there safe.  She even made it a couple days before Jackie, (Jennifer the girl she moved with's sis-n-law) had her baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYyvs-Xq0QI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gSivsun1QJ8/s1600-h/PIC-0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299804048699609346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYyvs-Xq0QI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gSivsun1QJ8/s400/PIC-0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the flowers for me....She is sending them to me via txt/pic msg....I was nice though and told her to go ahead and give them to Jackie since she is the one who had the baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-577943250200277418?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/577943250200277418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=577943250200277418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/577943250200277418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/577943250200277418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-made-it-to-texaswoohoo-and-just-in.html' title='She made it to Texas...woohoo, and just in time for her friends baby delivery.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYyxIVCM4kI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2DoqKcepGMg/s72-c/PIC-0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-2229657020049274954</id><published>2009-02-04T19:18:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:23:50.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster brains?  &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYpbMvYoraI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Tdj04Tg0ACU/s1600-h/0128091552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299148185991163298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYpbMvYoraI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Tdj04Tg0ACU/s400/0128091552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;My neighbor Mary is a sweetie. She knows I have children so she brings me over goodies often. The other day she brought over cookies. She said she made too many and made them too big. So she asked if I minded her giving them to the children and I. Of course y'all know I'm a sucker for goodies with chocolate in them....hilarious.  She said, "well here you go honey, they are a little big and a little falling apart...I think I just made them too big. They are monster cookies."  Thank you Mary.  They taste delicious.  EEEEgoooor give me brain cookie noooowww...mmmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-2229657020049274954?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2229657020049274954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=2229657020049274954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2229657020049274954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2229657020049274954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/monster-brains-3.html' title='Monster brains?  &lt;3'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYpbMvYoraI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Tdj04Tg0ACU/s72-c/0128091552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8582891745122979245</id><published>2009-02-03T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:49:19.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploding with fun,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi5raeotXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qTrjHrXrZ4o/s1600-h/0130090734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298689117094720882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi5raeotXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qTrjHrXrZ4o/s400/0130090734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan did another science experiment.  Of course what boy doesn't like something exploding or oozing all over.  There is a 2 liter bottle under the layer of "lava".  He opened the lid and dropped about 6 mentos in and it exploded and fizzed all over.  Went up about a foot when it first shot off.  Wish I could upload video's. &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/338980550807693024-8582891745122979245?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8582891745122979245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8582891745122979245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8582891745122979245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8582891745122979245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/exploding-with-fun.html' title='Exploding with fun,'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi5raeotXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qTrjHrXrZ4o/s72-c/0130090734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-617382693864026312</id><published>2009-01-29T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:40:43.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye Anna.  Good luck in Texas.</title><content type='html'>One of our last pictures together b4 she left.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYIRUoQyZRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YXryNF-_tNU/s1600-h/IMG_7908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296815157844010258" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYIRUoQyZRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YXryNF-_tNU/s400/IMG_7908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296808247421210626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYILCY7mkAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ywCeT-OTffY/s400/0124092038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you look at our eyes...can you tell we've been crying? Never under-estimate the blessing of a friend. My step-grandmother gave me a saying in a frame once.... Your ways are not my ways. Your thoughts are not my thoughts. ...but Your love is my love forever. Love that saying. So my friends. Don't forget to tell the ones you love...that you love them. So... I love you. Pretty much everyone I know of that reads this is someone of whom I have a special memory with and they are my friend. So know that not only does Jesus love you...I do. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 ,3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna and I in San Francisco. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYIE1Cl0TCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1NEK2jdl7Kc/s1600-h/Anna+and+I+San+Fran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296801421016189986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYIE1Cl0TCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1NEK2jdl7Kc/s400/Anna+and+I+San+Fran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYID76nI14I/AAAAAAAAAUk/oY1wB2Emu-o/s1600-h/Anna+%26+I+womens+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296800439621703554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYID76nI14I/AAAAAAAAAUk/oY1wB2Emu-o/s400/Anna+%26+I+womens+tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna and I when she first moved her. We had a tea party with our church family. ( Cecelia and Shannon where there too. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe she is almost to Texas. (she drove out with 1 kid, 2 cats, and 3 dogs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-617382693864026312?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/617382693864026312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=617382693864026312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/617382693864026312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/617382693864026312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bye-anna-good-luck-in-texas.html' title='Good bye Anna.  Good luck in Texas.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYIRUoQyZRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YXryNF-_tNU/s72-c/IMG_7908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3858625195779314028</id><published>2009-01-18T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:58:10.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "tree"ific tradition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SXQxzrp3hcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2lAMS39Dvzw/s1600-h/Our+1st+Christmas+on+Sutter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292910226028594626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SXQxzrp3hcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2lAMS39Dvzw/s400/Our+1st+Christmas+on+Sutter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, I know that Christmas is over. I love it soo much though that I just wanted to say I hope you all had a good one. It was our first Christmas in our new home. It was very peaceful and very pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I had all five kids, Michael's girlfriend, and her cousin here. We got all the stuff out for the tree and they literally started throwing the decorations on. It was Michael just kinda being a smarty pants at first, then they all started doing it. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. LOL It ended up turning out beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-3858625195779314028?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3858625195779314028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3858625195779314028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3858625195779314028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3858625195779314028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/treeific-tradition.html' title='A &quot;tree&quot;ific tradition?'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SXQxzrp3hcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2lAMS39Dvzw/s72-c/Our+1st+Christmas+on+Sutter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-6143789531933983556</id><published>2009-01-13T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:25:09.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This mess is for the birds.</title><content type='html'>I found the sweet little culprit.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWzos4w7kUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/x3NyZDMhuI8/s1600-h/0102091355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290859520102994242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWzos4w7kUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/x3NyZDMhuI8/s400/0102091355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL  hee/hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWzncHo6ElI/AAAAAAAAATs/UzFaBIIWN_I/s1600-h/0102091355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sooooo funny. New years we took our Christmas decorations down. Michael helped me take down the lights outside. As you walk out my front door, hanging to the right there is a bird feeder with seeds in it. I noticed the next day that there were seeds all over our front porch. I asked Michael to clean it up, assuming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the one who knocked them all over.  After all have you seen the way my son pulls the lights down helping me.  Scary. Just grabs the end, while standing on the ground, and starts yanking.  Ugghhh yikes!  So anyway.  He says it wasn't him.  He blamed poor Nathan.  So I go talk to Nathan.  "It wasn't me mom"  Poor Nathan gets blamed for so much.  He swore he didn't do it.  Ok.   So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go clean the mess.  Next morning the same thing.  Ok fine so I move the silly thing.  Maybe people are hitting it on the way out the door.  Go figure.  I hung it in a different spot.  In front of my kitchen window.  So doing dishes 3 days later.  Guess what I found out.  Had some apologizing to do.  lol Happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-6143789531933983556?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6143789531933983556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=6143789531933983556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/6143789531933983556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/6143789531933983556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-mess-is-for-birds.html' title='This mess is for the birds.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWzos4w7kUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/x3NyZDMhuI8/s72-c/0102091355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3204100798129578154</id><published>2009-01-08T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:53:07.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from cookie exchange.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWZJLQYDMNI/AAAAAAAAATk/m46pCwBHF3Y/s1600-h/1216082022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288995270116454610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWZJLQYDMNI/AAAAAAAAATk/m46pCwBHF3Y/s400/1216082022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this is all I could do for now. Margie, Karen, and Alma came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWZICzuPAQI/AAAAAAAAATc/Wcnq7jipGfs/s1600-h/1216082024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994025474294018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWZICzuPAQI/AAAAAAAAATc/Wcnq7jipGfs/s400/1216082024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the women who came. Dor'e, Dor'e Sr., Hiroko, Evelyn, 2 of Hiroko's friends, LaVonne, Caroline, and Anna in background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWZHfkUyO4I/AAAAAAAAATU/ddZ8swm04r4/s1600-h/1216082022a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993420045597570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWZHfkUyO4I/AAAAAAAAATU/ddZ8swm04r4/s400/1216082022a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, this was Linda's home where we did the cookie exchange. I lit all the candles hoping to get the ambiance on film. It was very warm and cozy. Total Kodak moments. Smell was delicious. Lot's of different types of tea's and creamers. Really don't know why this table was set. We weren't allowed to sit there. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-3204100798129578154?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3204100798129578154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3204100798129578154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3204100798129578154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3204100798129578154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-this-is-all-i-could-do-for-now.html' title='Pictures from cookie exchange.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SWZJLQYDMNI/AAAAAAAAATk/m46pCwBHF3Y/s72-c/1216082022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-6528500031716070041</id><published>2008-12-16T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:24:53.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will I make it on time....btr yet will these taste good?'/><title type='text'>Cookie exchange.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUg20oMa9UI/AAAAAAAAATM/QDKgT92TMsg/s1600-h/1216081458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280530840862520642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUg20oMa9UI/AAAAAAAAATM/QDKgT92TMsg/s400/1216081458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Woohoo.....made it.  Time to go get boys from school..ahhhh I get to sit.  In the van that is.  Driving across town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This little one is a little mad at me. He wants me to hold and play with him. NOT make cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUg12KT6OwI/AAAAAAAAATE/x83pj4yPRO0/s1600-h/121608still+crying%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280529767688977154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUg12KT6OwI/AAAAAAAAATE/x83pj4yPRO0/s400/121608still+crying%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgwv3D27FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ON9G93kis6o/s1600-h/121608burned+cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280524161884023890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgwv3D27FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ON9G93kis6o/s400/121608burned+cookies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; UMMMMMMMMM...........I don't think I am doing a good job at multi-tasking. Think cookies might be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juuuuuuuust &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a lil over&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgvDNtp2YI/AAAAAAAAASs/NlqsA88qg-8/s1600-h/92cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280522295359166850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgvDNtp2YI/AAAAAAAAASs/NlqsA88qg-8/s400/92cookies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Had 92 cookies. I forgot to take the garbage out last night so I chased down the garbage man and bribed him with 1/2 a dozen. heeheehee Do you think it worked? Dahhh of course it did .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgseeFOB1I/AAAAAAAAASk/uK19k8LM8SY/s1600-h/121608multitskn%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280519465074558802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgseeFOB1I/AAAAAAAAASk/uK19k8LM8SY/s400/121608multitskn%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ATTEMPTED MULTI-TASKING. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Blogging, eating a banana, homeschooling, reading Sundown Surprises, and trying to fill out paper work to send kids to public school since lost job. No money for church school. Have to find job. Now no time for homeschool if have to work outside home. Ugg grr....But...I am going to finish these cookies. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgrdUz3OfI/AAAAAAAAASc/3fVXkEJrvsY/s1600-h/121608screaming%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280518345894345202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgrdUz3OfI/AAAAAAAAASc/3fVXkEJrvsY/s400/121608screaming%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREAMING BABY....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgqBe4sbxI/AAAAAAAAASU/9fO2wXIQO2Y/s1600-h/me+blog.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280516768050999058" style="WIDTH: 18px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUgqBe4sbxI/AAAAAAAAASU/9fO2wXIQO2Y/s400/me+blog.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Wow.....That face above was totally what I feel like today!!! I attempted to bake 125 cookies for our cookie exchange tonight @ 6pm. Actually I am giving rides so I will have to leave @ 5pm. I have 5 children &amp;amp; 3 child-care to cart around. Dahhh someone tell me what I was thinking?!* LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I had to take children to school @ 7:15, 7:30, 8:45, and 9:00. Feed change and burb a 7 month old. Attempt to homeschool, eat a banana, look @ Nats blog, pick up kids @ 12, 12:30, then 3pm....I think I got everything done. Not sure how the cookies tasted though. heehee Want 1? Leave your address on my comment page. LOL Actually if you don't think I have it...why don't you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/338980550807693024-6528500031716070041?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6528500031716070041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=6528500031716070041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/6528500031716070041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/6528500031716070041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookie-exchange.html' title='Cookie exchange.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SUg20oMa9UI/AAAAAAAAATM/QDKgT92TMsg/s72-c/1216081458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-4948511735431058693</id><published>2008-11-18T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:10:13.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oolly geee willickers batman.  What next?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SSN1U0E0uyI/AAAAAAAAASM/Y8oOG77Gma8/s1600-h/me+looking+oh+so+happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270184989390322466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SSN1U0E0uyI/AAAAAAAAASM/Y8oOG77Gma8/s400/me+looking+oh+so+happy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SSNzV_biO9I/AAAAAAAAASE/XRPzubL7Wzs/s1600-h/me+blog.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270182810594982866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 18px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SSNzV_biO9I/AAAAAAAAASE/XRPzubL7Wzs/s400/me+blog.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, this is a picture of me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can you believe it. I'm loosing my son. I lost my friend. My mom and sister arn't really in my life. My friend in Delaware isn't really in my life anymore. She is too busy. I don't have a job as of the 1st of the year. (just lost my job today) What is next? ...My salvation? LOL (so not funny) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Does God think I am a modern day Job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But atleast like my husband said, Atleast I have him back. I don't know whether I should laugh or cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/p&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/338980550807693024-4948511735431058693?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4948511735431058693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=4948511735431058693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/4948511735431058693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/4948511735431058693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/11/oolly-geee-willickers-batman.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SSN1U0E0uyI/AAAAAAAAASM/Y8oOG77Gma8/s72-c/me+looking+oh+so+happy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8655512787108553892</id><published>2008-11-14T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:03:43.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With friends like this who needs enemies?  Ever have 1 of those?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in the mood to kick a little........................................................................................................&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SR30-m9etCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wMGarjC9BLg/s1600-h/Julianne_Hough%2520(39)%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268636495540827170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SR30-m9etCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wMGarjC9BLg/s400/Julianne_Hough%2520(39)%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey there y'all. So my life is so crazy sometimes. Lately I feel like.....Insanity. NOT enjoy'n every minute of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I need some friends. No not the one's you call "friends" and really are just acquantainances from church, stores, or neighbors. I mean a REAL FRIEND. Ya know the one you can tell anything to and they still love ya. The one whom you confide your secrets in and she doesn't judge you but leads you to Christ. The one that will hold you accountable when you feel like your sliding away. Does anyone out there have that kind of friend? The one that "If they were a flower you'd pick them".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Please enlighten, encourage, and empower me with those of you who actually have this kind of friend. I think I will be ok if I atleast know they exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know I have had a couple of women whom I thought were going to be close to this. Well, come to find out they were not. It is sad when you come upon a txt msg that says something about you that wasn't meant for your eyes obviously. That happen to me recently. My own fault for continuing to read. The woman was saying she would have this other person's back and cover any time. They just wanted to be sure to know what to say if I ever came around to talk or ask about this situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just goes to show "Trust in the Lord with all thy heart and lean not on MY OWN understanding" about anything. Including "so called friends". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-8655512787108553892?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8655512787108553892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8655512787108553892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8655512787108553892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8655512787108553892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-friends-like-this-who-needs.html' title='With friends like this who needs enemies?  Ever have 1 of those?'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SR30-m9etCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wMGarjC9BLg/s72-c/Julianne_Hough%2520(39)%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-48628070383929094</id><published>2008-10-28T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:56:39.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SQcz_0rzTKI/AAAAAAAAARE/v-BG7VVrIC4/s1600-h/IMG_7925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262231861172849826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SQcz_0rzTKI/AAAAAAAAARE/v-BG7VVrIC4/s400/IMG_7925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Well, SURPRISE, hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I haven't been on in months.    wooohoooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just moved again. I think this is the only picture, to show, that resembles what one looks like while moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I was on Powers for 10 yrs. Then moved to Escalon for a year. Left my husband and started out on my own on North for 6 mos. Then found out landlady didn't want me to have a child care, so I had to move again. ugh. Been here now since beginning of Oct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Long story short, some how this all brought Mike and I back together. Found out paperwork I filed @ court house didn't go thru. Guess God had other plans. Don't ya just love that. "Who am I that the Bright and Morning Star would care to light my way?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Well. Love ya all.  Happy day. Till I get some way to put more pics on here. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....please keep praying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-48628070383929094?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/48628070383929094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=48628070383929094' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/48628070383929094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/48628070383929094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/10/wowim-back.html' title='Wow...I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SQcz_0rzTKI/AAAAAAAAARE/v-BG7VVrIC4/s72-c/IMG_7925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-1657964439702980238</id><published>2008-09-06T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:54:52.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michaels graduation gift.  Niiiiiiice.'/><title type='text'>SKI DIVING ANYONE?????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMztiZRRLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nNa6sTltMGE/s1600-h/081708place+went+to+ski+dive1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243091248609313970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMztiZRRLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nNa6sTltMGE/s400/081708place+went+to+ski+dive1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well hello there.  What is the craziest thing you have ever done?  Ski diving, rocky mountain climbing, 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Man Chu?  We went down as a family to watch Michael and Mike do the 2 1/2 minute fall.  It was awesome.  One guy's first chute didn't open.  That was a little freaky.  Other then that all went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMyid0qtqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2xltJnVWeZA/s1600-h/signing+there+rights+goodbye....JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243089958891861666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMyid0qtqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2xltJnVWeZA/s400/signing+there+rights+goodbye....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike wanted to do something special for Michael's senior graduation. He asked Michael what he would like to do. My son, nothing at all like me, says ski dive. Ahhhh ok. So here they are affidatives in lap looking at the tv. There was a video on stating that if there parachute didn't open or if there is any malfunction or any damage or death involved you will not sue. I REPEAT YOU WILL NOT SUE IF YOU ARE KILLED. Huuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMs52yL2pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vB5suczKRy8/s1600-h/081708Mike+second+guessing..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243083763659561618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMs52yL2pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vB5suczKRy8/s400/081708Mike+second+guessing..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah Teen I have to tell you ....I took out a life insurance policy just in case my parachute doesn't open. The code is....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMrGxY46rI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GVXyFBa-Nz4/s1600-h/players+in+center+field.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243081786526329522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMrGxY46rI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GVXyFBa-Nz4/s400/players+in+center+field.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The instructor asked Michael "Hey dude, did you make sure all your players are in center field?" Michael was like ahhh huuuu....ooooo Yeah man. Then the instructor yanked on those harness belts. Ouch. But ahhh yea it kept him safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMpzXV6hxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qZfOs3CvLv8/s1600-h/0817+checking+it+twice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243080353605388050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMpzXV6hxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qZfOs3CvLv8/s400/0817+checking+it+twice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike is having second thoughts. Look at his face. Does this look like a man who WANTS to jump? When you look up the word petrified in the dictionary I think this is the face you would see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMpSeYu6tI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sniRFQLlbsU/s1600-h/081708+ahhh+please+make+sure+my+son+is+safe%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243079788560575186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMpSeYu6tI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sniRFQLlbsU/s400/081708+ahhh+please+make+sure+my+son+is+safe%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soooo much time preparing for this. It takes longer to gear up then the actually jump takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMj9dI76II/AAAAAAAAAQM/PGcS2KGIftQ/s1600-h/081708+players+are+all+in+center+field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243073929890490498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMj9dI76II/AAAAAAAAAQM/PGcS2KGIftQ/s400/081708+players+are+all+in+center+field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking straps, belts, buckles, and harnesses. Don't want any one slipping out or away from instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMit6fIJhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UgFk_H6H2Z4/s1600-h/081708checked+twice+now+lets+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243072563378660882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMit6fIJhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UgFk_H6H2Z4/s400/081708checked+twice+now+lets+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and Michael were checked twice by there instructors. Now time to head out and go over how to land one more time. ( and hopefully check the instructors chuts. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMiCQ7P8XI/AAAAAAAAAP8/F5fC8w5Uu0Q/s1600-h/081708+making+sure+INSTRUCTOR+is+all+geared+up..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243071813487948146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMiCQ7P8XI/AAAAAAAAAP8/F5fC8w5Uu0Q/s400/081708+making+sure+INSTRUCTOR+is+all+geared+up..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Michael's instructor. Notice he is checking himself twice too. Thank you so much since you will be carrying my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMg4WiXhQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mWI11QCKQ_8/s1600-h/081708+plane+they+jumped+from%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243070543683880194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMg4WiXhQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mWI11QCKQ_8/s400/081708+plane+they+jumped+from%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the sweet lil' airplane 12 people piled in. Six jumpers and six instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMfKGAbbBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rRn16Mulkp4/s1600-h/0817081001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068649460952082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMfKGAbbBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rRn16Mulkp4/s400/0817081001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael is just amazed by the awesome experience that was. He said it felt like a roller-coaster ride and spinning on a tire swing all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMer8fKjTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nk816KV3EbM/s1600-h/081708PTL+they+made+it..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068131509439794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMer8fKjTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nk816KV3EbM/s400/081708PTL+they+made+it..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made it. Luke couldn't get them unbuckled fast enough. He was so happy when they land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/338980550807693024-1657964439702980238?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1657964439702980238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=1657964439702980238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1657964439702980238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1657964439702980238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/09/ski-diving-anyone.html' title='SKI DIVING ANYONE?????????'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SMMztiZRRLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nNa6sTltMGE/s72-c/081708place+went+to+ski+dive1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8307497769629689722</id><published>2008-08-30T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:08:19.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FREEBEE&apos;S ARE COOL.'/><title type='text'>You know your a Redneck when.............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn70MrI03I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6N2bCcq9BnU/s1600-h/083008buffet%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240496515596211058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn70MrI03I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6N2bCcq9BnU/s400/083008buffet%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So...today was one of those days. Those days when I look at my kids and say,"You know mama's a redneck when..........."  I'm driving by this beautiful neighborhood...I'm moving again...ugh grrrrrr   All of a sudden my side vision see's FREE.  How I love those words.  lol  Mike and Erika slid and hid.  I stop the van and there they are....those free items...Awesome new looking stroller, ab swinger good condition, 2 drawer filing cabinet, 2 laundry baskets.  Wow.  Did I get them?  Daaaaahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn65ZHCeQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/w4VhQXNnuy4/s1600-h/stepper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240495505322178818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn65ZHCeQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/w4VhQXNnuy4/s400/stepper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepper anyone?  Works great.  When in use.  heeheehee   free free free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn5vGZj3hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hv3PzBsnzow/s1600-h/end+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240494228989271570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn5vGZj3hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hv3PzBsnzow/s400/end+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RIGHT; Cute lil end table sitting in front of someones house.&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELOW;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn5O_GZRXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DtCe7rFDc_g/s1600-h/lane+cedar+chest.jpg"&gt;A lane cedar chest below. I always wanted one for my 8th grade graduation dress, graduation gown, and wedding dress. Someone was getting rid of it. For FREE ..yeah baby thats what I'm talking about. It even has tags and keys. LOOOOVE IT. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240493677274023282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn5O_GZRXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DtCe7rFDc_g/s400/lane+cedar+chest.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/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn4ni6HQuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RVX1BW3fTKw/s1600-h/chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240492999691420386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn4ni6HQuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RVX1BW3fTKw/s400/chairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love green. It is my fav color. One Sabbath I was visiting a friend in Santa Rosa. She wanted to go shopping and new I didn't go out on Sabbath so I went to this beautiful park full of nature and lil trails. When I left I drove around this really pretty neighborhood just looking at the gardens. (I was getting ready to move so was getting new ideas.) Any way, I happen upon these two chairs for FREE in front of someones house. I needed them. Didn't have any chairs for my new house. Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn2Nttq4_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/WF48MRUryaw/s1600-h/chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240490356892165106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn2Nttq4_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/WF48MRUryaw/s400/chair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the right is 1 of the 3 chairs I got for free. I home school Erika and Luke. I had been praying about a couple of nice chairs. We would bring the ones from our kitchen table. That was ok. It is just more convenient to have 1 in each place though. Wouldn't you know God gave 1 for Erika, 1for Luke, and lil ol me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is an ab machine. I enjoy working out. Yeah right. I'm gonna sell this at the next garage sale I swore I would never have. This was free in front of a house today too. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn1Cd4XLYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oTZDnjNUeoI/s1600-h/083008+ab+swinger%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240489064151854466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn1Cd4XLYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oTZDnjNUeoI/s400/083008+ab+swinger%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLnz_-7aGZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/f7WWXp8DabA/s1600-h/083008+2+laundry+baskets%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240487921971763602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLnz_-7aGZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/f7WWXp8DabA/s400/083008+2+laundry+baskets%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just letting God know 2 days ago, when I was overfilled with laundry for 6 people, that I needed more than 1 basket. He is good. All the time. I haven't had much extra moola latle. Actually ever. LOL I just fought 4 tickets. Majorly reduced fines. But there are still fines. About $300.oo. Thats a lot for me. So God was so sweet, this was in front of someones house today. Woohoo.&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/338980550807693024-8307497769629689722?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8307497769629689722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8307497769629689722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8307497769629689722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8307497769629689722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-your-redneck-when.html' title='You know your a Redneck when.............................'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLn70MrI03I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6N2bCcq9BnU/s72-c/083008buffet%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8394709702793474006</id><published>2008-08-29T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:16:23.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michaels summer vacation over.  Sorry sonshine.'/><title type='text'>Bye bye summer.</title><content type='html'>Michael and Jess in Hawaii where they became close friends.  He met her at school.  Her friends and his friends all hung out and so came to be them as friends.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLioGgFTbTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wqeBTkwrRJE/s1600-h/Michael+%26+Jessica+senior+trip+to+Hawaii..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240122996090432818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLioGgFTbTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wqeBTkwrRJE/s400/Michael+%26+Jessica+senior+trip+to+Hawaii..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is at Winter Formal being a formal goof ball. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Michael like me?  Never.  So he says.  Me, I beg to differ.  He does so many goofy things like me.  Sorry.  I don't think I am all that bad.  LoL  (any comments friends?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLinMLW3nPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lFkUNyOWy4E/s1600-h/munch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240121994094550258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLinMLW3nPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lFkUNyOWy4E/s400/munch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLim9Z-JChI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VdMlyqlXcD8/s1600-h/jes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240121740319328786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLim9Z-JChI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VdMlyqlXcD8/s400/jes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His beautiful friend Jess.  He has come to adore her.  It is sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLilJ8FhdJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AiXXchxY2mU/s1600-h/Michael+chasing+Jess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240119756612269202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLilJ8FhdJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AiXXchxY2mU/s400/Michael+chasing+Jess.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This summer they got to go with there school to a few lake trips, camp outs, ski-ing, wake  boarding, body surfing, house boating.  Anyone jealous?  I know I am.  I kept waiting for them to invite me.  Lots of other parents went.  How come I couldn't?  Gee ma...umm son, please can I go?  Oh yea I have 7 other people that rely on me and need me.  Maaaaaan.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLikuPMM_bI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FW4jWW5MZq0/s1600-h/michael+and+tj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240119280704224690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLikuPMM_bI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FW4jWW5MZq0/s400/michael+and+tj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of his best friends from school hiding under blanket with him.  Niiiiiice.  Silly boys.  Maybe they are just trying to keep from getting sun burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLieqdapWNI/AAAAAAAAANw/eWTkqdm8HvU/s1600-h/Michael+Jess+and+TJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240112618733656274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLieqdapWNI/AAAAAAAAANw/eWTkqdm8HvU/s400/Michael+Jess+and+TJ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;The 3 of them.  I know it is suppose to be two peas in a pod.  But...well it just fits 3 peas in a pod.  They got to  be together a lot over the summer until life set back in.  What is that song?  "Back to life, back to reality."  Precious teenage summer memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLia76pB19I/AAAAAAAAANo/PpEmutkiyxo/s1600-h/cuties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240108520589875154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLia76pB19I/AAAAAAAAANo/PpEmutkiyxo/s400/cuties.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&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/338980550807693024-8394709702793474006?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8394709702793474006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8394709702793474006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8394709702793474006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8394709702793474006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye-summer.html' title='Bye bye summer.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLioGgFTbTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wqeBTkwrRJE/s72-c/Michael+%26+Jessica+senior+trip+to+Hawaii..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8459867070078558356</id><published>2008-08-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:03:51.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She is #1 on our vote.'/><title type='text'>My niece made it to the top 12 of the Manteca Idol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLeUin2EhRI/AAAAAAAAANg/2ZQpE7_vkhU/s1600-h/laura+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239820014001095954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLeUin2EhRI/AAAAAAAAANg/2ZQpE7_vkhU/s400/laura+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one isn't the one that entered the competition. This is my beautiful oldest niece Laura. All grown up. I remember watching her doing her lil recital. I think it was "Rockin Robin" so adorable then and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below:&lt;br /&gt;This is my beautiful talented sweet niece. She entered the Idol competition. Not sure how it all worked. I just know she invited our family and we had a great time hearing her and getting to visit them. I haven't been able to see my nieces or nephews in about 6 months. I'm such a big baby when I saw them I cried. I am teary eyed just looking at these pics and how they have grown. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLd91mwCEAI/AAAAAAAAANY/O_AqyPhe2f0/s1600-h/Jess+Manteca+Idol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239795051357409282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLd91mwCEAI/AAAAAAAAANY/O_AqyPhe2f0/s400/Jess+Manteca+Idol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below: My brother-in-law Dave, my niece Jess, and sister-in-law Jackie after the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLd8vdkxtbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Q1mjFo_wFpA/s1600-h/0827082037a%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239793846303438258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLd8vdkxtbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Q1mjFo_wFpA/s400/0827082037a%5B1%5D.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLd4SdT0aRI/AAAAAAAAANI/w4nYczgv3U8/s1600-h/0827081956%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239788949969594642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLd4SdT0aRI/AAAAAAAAANI/w4nYczgv3U8/s400/0827081956%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left to the left:  My niece Jess, me, my niece Alexa. They have grown too fast. I'm so proud of all of them. A-lex just graduated too. She is the same age as Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Below:  Another one of my nieces Amber. I use to call her precious because her big beautiful eyes reminded me of the Precious Moments Characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLd3euif_mI/AAAAAAAAANA/kprdUnAHUgk/s1600-h/am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239788061241376354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLd3euif_mI/AAAAAAAAANA/kprdUnAHUgk/s400/am.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLdX2hFvM1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/c7YvoJgBCK8/s1600-h/0827082035%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Below is my Nephew Josh. Super football star. Just had a birthday. Amazing how fast they all grow. You are happy one minute then sad the next. Wondering where did the time go. He is Erika's age.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239753285575848786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLdX2hFvM1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/c7YvoJgBCK8/s400/0827082035%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset I am missing one of my nephews. We took a pic and I didn't realize till after I sent it that the lens shut half way. So our picture came out half black and distorted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Here is my sweet lil nephew Jacob who started school this year. He was telling me all about it. He loves it. He is Lukey's age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLdWy6lI5pI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F4wnvjle83I/s1600-h/jac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239752124187338386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLdWy6lI5pI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F4wnvjle83I/s400/jac.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&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/338980550807693024-8459867070078558356?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8459867070078558356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8459867070078558356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8459867070078558356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8459867070078558356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-niece-made-it-to-top-12-of-manteca.html' title='My niece made it to the top 12 of the Manteca Idol.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLeUin2EhRI/AAAAAAAAANg/2ZQpE7_vkhU/s72-c/laura+and+i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-7844597833381341546</id><published>2008-08-24T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:22:52.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf cake disaster'/><title type='text'>Sorry Tom...........HAPPY BIRTHDAY.......anyway.</title><content type='html'>This was suppose to be a golf course cake for Pa's..aka Tom...birthday. Lovely. The picture makes it look even worse than it looked in person.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLGzge_qlxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/J6Y1F_vXHiA/s1600-h/toms+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238165212265879314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLGzge_qlxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/J6Y1F_vXHiA/s400/toms+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Well, it was sweet Tom's birthday. I thought I had some goodies left over from my last cake. (my niece's) I thought wrong. So I made this cake and while I was cooking it I went to get out all the goodies. To my utter amazement and surprise....not! My sweet adorable 5 children had gotten into them. So needless to say I had no more moola to get the items I thought I had. I had to come up with a new plan. Lets just say it didn't come out well at all. Absolute disaster in looks and taste. So funny. I gave it to him anyway. They had to throw it away since it tasted soooo bad. Hilarious. Sorry Tom. Thought was there. Happy Birthday. Love ya, better luck next time huh...................LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-7844597833381341546?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7844597833381341546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=7844597833381341546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/7844597833381341546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/7844597833381341546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-tomhappy-birthdayanyway.html' title='Sorry Tom...........HAPPY BIRTHDAY.......anyway.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SLGzge_qlxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/J6Y1F_vXHiA/s72-c/toms+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3417652877948978060</id><published>2008-08-22T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:51:02.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littliest Pet Shop Cake'/><title type='text'>Alyssa's b-d cake.  She didn't even like it.  boohoo</title><content type='html'>H&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;appy Birthday to Ms. Alyssa.  7yrs. old.  TT loves you.  Hope you liked your cake.  Nathan say's "wow mom, that's the most unhealthy thing I think you have ever made.  I will have to agree. Lots of sugar. blah/yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SK8J4mK3BXI/AAAAAAAAALw/SRGJX-eOsuA/s1600-h/0812081633%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237415759578596722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SK8J4mK3BXI/AAAAAAAAALw/SRGJX-eOsuA/s400/0812081633%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are little gummy turtles and fishies. Soo cute.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SK8JT_dyclI/AAAAAAAAALo/1OFzRtLEKNw/s1600-h/0812081732%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237415130713715282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SK8JT_dyclI/AAAAAAAAALo/1OFzRtLEKNw/s400/0812081732%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SK8IkWqGjAI/AAAAAAAAALg/eRLh5JIafVc/s1600-h/0812081631a%5B1%5Dy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237414312305658882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SK8IkWqGjAI/AAAAAAAAALg/eRLh5JIafVc/s400/0812081631a%5B1%5Dy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sweet niece just had her 7th birthday. She loves "littliest pet shop. So as a gift I thought I'd make a cake. It is suppose to be a duck and cat on a lake in a row boat. With palm trees in back ground. It looks a bit silly here. It was really tasty though. &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/338980550807693024-3417652877948978060?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3417652877948978060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3417652877948978060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3417652877948978060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3417652877948978060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/alyssas-b-d-cake-she-didnt-even-like-it.html' title='Alyssa&apos;s b-d cake.  She didn&apos;t even like it.  boohoo'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SK8J4mK3BXI/AAAAAAAAALw/SRGJX-eOsuA/s72-c/0812081633%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-5362907607808009835</id><published>2008-08-13T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:37:09.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What do you do on Sabbath or to close it?'/><title type='text'>A.Y.S.= Adventist Youth Social's.  Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKPKRghBfkI/AAAAAAAAALY/OZCNhvvhb9U/s1600-h/says.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234249594069679682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKPKRghBfkI/AAAAAAAAALY/OZCNhvvhb9U/s400/says.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wally is 2nd in charge with the A.Y.S. The youth and Wally have worked so well together planning each week the song service, the ice breaker or getting to know you, the Bible Study, and then the refreshments and/or games. My 5 children and I love it. We have even started bringing our neighborhood kids. They enjoy it too. I wish more of our church family would come support and enjoy this program the youth and Wally have worked so hard to do. Sometimes you run out of money or ideas for what to do to close Sabbath. This is the perfect idea if you ask me. Anyone reading this that has yet to come. You don't know what you are missing out on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKPIYthk0LI/AAAAAAAAALI/fTp2RCztcTo/s1600-h/erika.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234247518797484210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKPIYthk0LI/AAAAAAAAALI/fTp2RCztcTo/s400/erika.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Amber, Erika, and I. We had soo much fun. Every Sabbath we do this. Some people are missing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Evelyn, Hiroko, LaVonne, Lizzy, and Wally. We sing songs of praise and worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKPHGP9r3WI/AAAAAAAAALA/dFm2MCBjS4E/s1600-h/cf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234246102113049954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKPHGP9r3WI/AAAAAAAAALA/dFm2MCBjS4E/s400/cf.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO8c1MDB-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0EhRLPIeZ9I/s1600-h/liz+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234234395434616802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO8c1MDB-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0EhRLPIeZ9I/s400/liz+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lizzy and I during the "getting to know you" part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO8JNKshOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qbKI-5DvQBw/s1600-h/Hunter+Fam+%40+AYS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234234058274014434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO8JNKshOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qbKI-5DvQBw/s400/Hunter+Fam+%40+AYS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hunter family &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;during the free-time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO7bSdTnUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5bIxX2WRZ5w/s1600-h/ays2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234233269420268866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO7bSdTnUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5bIxX2WRZ5w/s400/ays2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Bible Studies have been on Daniel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO6_OFj-vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/be-4IMjpCsk/s1600-h/ays.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234232787210599154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO6_OFj-vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/be-4IMjpCsk/s400/ays.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;de Sousa family, their neighbors, and the Li's. Just getting ready for our game of "Who am I"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO6n-JbqhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p_dxR4aoXXc/s1600-h/0809081933%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234232387794872850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKO6n-JbqhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p_dxR4aoXXc/s400/0809081933%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lillian, Tristan, Sam, and LaVonne.&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I?" We have names on our backs. No notes don't say kick me...heeheehee. We could ask each person only 3 yes or no questions to see which Bible character name is on our backs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can see, LaVonne and Tristan have there name tags on there front. Lucky dogs. They already guessed who they were. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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/338980550807693024-5362907607808009835?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5362907607808009835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=5362907607808009835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5362907607808009835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5362907607808009835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/ays-adventist-youth-socials-where-are.html' title='A.Y.S.= Adventist Youth Social&apos;s.  Where are you?'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SKPKRghBfkI/AAAAAAAAALY/OZCNhvvhb9U/s72-c/says.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-2752355493601017121</id><published>2008-07-31T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:15:47.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='35 years and going strong.'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 35TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJODyg-w6JI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wZpjsyNk9T4/s1600-h/sept+8+2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229668496177162386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJODyg-w6JI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wZpjsyNk9T4/s400/sept+8+2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Who is this beautiful couple you ask? and what is soo special about them? Well did you know that...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Party @ Dor'es 2007 &amp;amp; above 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJOC4RPbMXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uUdPDjZL8Ok/s1600-h/christmas+%40+Dore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229667495519662450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJOC4RPbMXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uUdPDjZL8Ok/s400/christmas+%40+Dore.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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN89EKnWoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q6zIB1tefA4/s1600-h/tc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229660980839406210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN89EKnWoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q6zIB1tefA4/s400/tc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas Charles Murphy took Catherine JoAnne Higgins on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 28, 1973 @ the Chapel of the Bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Luke 12:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN8V4oWKlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AwkvQ-Mkci8/s1600-h/0731081101%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229660307727985234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN8V4oWKlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AwkvQ-Mkci8/s320/0731081101%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lovely couple sharing love, life, and a picture together. 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Psalms 96:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN712MzLRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JK5eydPbVJo/s1600-h/1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229659757319761170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN712MzLRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JK5eydPbVJo/s320/1989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holding each other in love. 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Isaiah 58:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN6pZ0Q3qI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1mLYgDwoOq8/s1600-h/and.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229658444030598818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN6pZ0Q3qI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1mLYgDwoOq8/s200/and.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They always look so loving don't they. Lucky dogs. So happy for you. 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;1 Corinthians13:7,8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN5jmGuWPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eE-MAjr-U9o/s1600-h/10-31-04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229657244738410738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN5jmGuWPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eE-MAjr-U9o/s200/10-31-04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they look cute. Long day @ our Church School Social. Harvest Fest 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;1Timothy 6:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN48P-Ob3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IQYv3WkUN1I/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229656568782286706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJN48P-Ob3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IQYv3WkUN1I/s200/05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camping trip with our church out by Zepher Cove. Worshiping and praising the Lord. 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Psalms 31:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJJ0X5k99TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/E8-eOiap1kM/s1600-h/tm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229370071272256818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJJ0X5k99TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/E8-eOiap1kM/s200/tm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Beautiful couple posing for church directory...2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Proverbs 3:5,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJJ0FGjHINI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OCYROmMiAl8/s1600-h/vaca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229369748336615634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJJ0FGjHINI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OCYROmMiAl8/s200/vaca.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Couple vacationing together. They actually look like they just might be enjoying each others company. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!! WISHING YOU ANOTHER 35. YOU ARE SOO LOVED BY MANY FRIENDS, FAMILY, AND CHURCH FAMILY. I AM SO HAPPY FOR THE LOVE YOUR FAMILY SHARES. (thats why I try so hard to a part of it. hee hee hee ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Philippians 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJJw-5qX9kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Zkco7oNa_i4/s1600-h/0731081119%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229366343263319618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJJw-5qX9kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Zkco7oNa_i4/s200/0731081119%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;JJJJJJJJJJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;JULY 28, 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;JULY 28, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...and still going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Y'all know Tom and Caffie Murffie? I do. They are one of the sweetest couples/ppl I have ever met. I am so truly blessed to have them in my life. You see I have (unofficially of course) adopted myself to them. Being my parents arn't in my life I try to steal Tom and Cathy away from Sean, Kathleen, Corey and Ryan. heeheehee sorry/////NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So...........................any way. This blog was dedicated to my friends. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ....HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;) I love ya both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/338980550807693024-2752355493601017121?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2752355493601017121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=2752355493601017121' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2752355493601017121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2752355493601017121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-35th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY 35TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SJODyg-w6JI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wZpjsyNk9T4/s72-c/sept+8+2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-9159361683089196629</id><published>2008-07-25T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:22:04.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etsy'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to Natisu....my friend w/Etsy.</title><content type='html'>As you see here I am able to use this versatile item in many every day uses. Slurp'n soup?&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoXSouz0fI/AAAAAAAAAII/XyyX1rct65U/s1600-h/mr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227015926455718386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoXSouz0fI/AAAAAAAAAII/XyyX1rct65U/s200/mr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well hello. I am an advertising agent for Natisu @ Etsy. If you haven't already, you NEED TO go take a look. What absolutly wonderful items she has hand made. The love she has for her passion pours out into the items. Superb. Fabulous. Wonderfully made. Super cala fragil istic ex p al i docious. heeheehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoOWO9AG-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/xJwkwk3ZQak/s1600-h/me3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227006092650748898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoOWO9AG-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/xJwkwk3ZQak/s200/me3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;While doing your Bible study sipp'n your tea. Perfect for holding your cup up higher so you don't have to work so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoNvV3cnYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LlmGGQ8Ha1M/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227005424491601282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoNvV3cnYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LlmGGQ8Ha1M/s200/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In your office while looking at the Etsy blog site. Perfect for holding your candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoNNBzCQCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rH-dkrrx4jM/s1600-h/me2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227004834988834850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoNNBzCQCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rH-dkrrx4jM/s200/me2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the kitchen with a plant in it. Accents any home and any decor. Fabulous dahling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoMTDRCAVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/N6mx1o1iiy0/s1600-h/bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227003838950670674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoMTDRCAVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/N6mx1o1iiy0/s200/bath.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In bathroom while your doing your face mask. Again a catch-all for any of your toiletries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, last, certainly not least......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoLPiBHqqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/snyv0ldY-tg/s1600-h/pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227002678974327458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoLPiBHqqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/snyv0ldY-tg/s200/pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;In the bedroom on your nightstand as a catch-all or vase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, before I go I want to post this blog dedicated to Ms. Natisu and her Etsy. Absolutly adorable hand crafted items with love. What a talent. An eye for this that is for sure. If you haven't already, you will have to, look up Etsy. Each of my pictures demonstrates how her items can be used. Totally versatile. lol Love ya Nat. Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy your beauty through your crafting. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/338980550807693024-9159361683089196629?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9159361683089196629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=9159361683089196629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/9159361683089196629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/9159361683089196629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-you-see-here-i-am-able-to-use-this.html' title='Dedicated to Natisu....my friend w/Etsy.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIoXSouz0fI/AAAAAAAAAII/XyyX1rct65U/s72-c/mr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8332203885176184300</id><published>2008-07-23T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:06:24.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To go or not to go?'/><title type='text'>Sabbath Afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Luke and Tristan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgPRVEgnRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ctLjZWg824o/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444157951712530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgPRVEgnRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ctLjZWg824o/s200/c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgQOG2TCjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HFZZGWpIQBU/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226445202106026546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgQOG2TCjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HFZZGWpIQBU/s200/b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgOA_0piyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Kq80ouk9OMs/s1600-h/nathan+erika+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226442777858509602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgOA_0piyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Kq80ouk9OMs/s200/nathan+erika+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erika, Nathan, and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hiroko&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LaVonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgMVFX07ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WnwUx8gnCRA/s1600-h/co.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226440923922361746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgMVFX07ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WnwUx8gnCRA/s200/co.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIf1TYCUFcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N-JJfvjHpM4/s1600-h/0712081527%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226415605805225410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIf1TYCUFcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N-JJfvjHpM4/s200/0712081527%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin and John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LaVonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIfyToEjy3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/auHTkiaLvk8/s1600-h/l+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226412311574727538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIfyToEjy3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/auHTkiaLvk8/s200/l+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;On Sabbath afternoons we like to go to singing band. Iris organizes it. We do it every third Sabbath @ the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;convalescent&lt;/span&gt; home in town. At first I was excited. Once I started going I got sad. Then sometimes I got weirded out. Now. I love going. Despite the unfamiliar or sometimes unpleasant smells and sights. I know sometimes we are the only visitors some of these poor people get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sometimes we have a few groupies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I decided not to post them. Wasn't sure I was allowed. We all have a humbling experience when we go. My children don't always enjoy it. I know they like to see the smiles on some of these faces though when we show up. Have you ever gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&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/338980550807693024-8332203885176184300?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8332203885176184300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8332203885176184300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8332203885176184300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8332203885176184300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/sabbath-afternoons.html' title='Sabbath Afternoons'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIgPRVEgnRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ctLjZWg824o/s72-c/c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-5551865859683033236</id><published>2008-07-18T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:30:59.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B4&apos;s and after&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Fun side jobs.....and I get paid to do these.  Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIF73gcVV_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CpzoEeOnuo8/s1600-h/tank+stand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224593236258281458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIF73gcVV_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CpzoEeOnuo8/s200/tank+stand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIF6lgNdcaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CXHs9vCZczQ/s1600-h/tank+stand+b4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224591827446624674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIF6lgNdcaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CXHs9vCZczQ/s200/tank+stand+b4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIFz3DiV9OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/us3hBQwYnJ8/s1600-h/chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224584432405837026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIFz3DiV9OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/us3hBQwYnJ8/s200/chair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic to the right is the chair below. Cool. Look at that rust. yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIFsOqZqgnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ddETxipdY8w/s1600-h/fchairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224576041882387058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIFsOqZqgnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ddETxipdY8w/s200/fchairs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and to think, my children and I sat on these for a few months. What took me soo long. Daaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See pic here...black tank stand. Amazing difference. I forgot to take pictures b4 I cleaned them. Even worse. 2" thick of dust, dirt, dog hair, and I don't even know what else. I don't think I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIFqqD6jMdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HOl9tucVIi4/s1600-h/chairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224574313564418514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIFqqD6jMdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HOl9tucVIi4/s200/chairs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Howdy dowdy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How are you? Well I am great. I have been doing some side jobs cleaning, organizing, and fixing things up. My last projects were rusty old chairs and a fish tank with stand. A big messy fish tank. So Cathy says I should blog them. I wasn't going to, until I saw the pictures. It is amazing what a little elbow grease and paint can do. Just think.....so true to the saying, "one person's trash is another person's treasure". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&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/338980550807693024-5551865859683033236?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5551865859683033236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=5551865859683033236' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5551865859683033236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5551865859683033236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-side-jobsand-i-get-paid-to-do-these.html' title='Fun side jobs.....and I get paid to do these.  Woohoo!'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SIF73gcVV_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CpzoEeOnuo8/s72-c/tank+stand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-4959489329414875147</id><published>2008-07-18T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:10:12.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/5f/5f683e17ba76ad845b11f96f19072b2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, hello there and Happy Sabbath. Saw this and thought it just stood out.  What an expression hah?  God bless and happy day.  Remember.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J............Jesus first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;       O...........Others second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y.......Yourself last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-4959489329414875147?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4959489329414875147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=4959489329414875147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/4959489329414875147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/4959489329414875147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-hello-there-and-happy-sabbath.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3549287055044744066</id><published>2008-07-15T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:35:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every 3rd Sabbath our church goes to singing band. When I first started going, in 1999, I was excited. Seemed it would be a fun thing. Then I was sad. Now I'm glad. We take our family and life so for granted all the time. Even though we hear it said in person or in song. So I enjoy it now. I get a kick out of the folk there. Sometimes we are the only ones that comes to visit. I pray that we touch there lives. They love my children. Any children. It brighten's most faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-3549287055044744066?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3549287055044744066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3549287055044744066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3549287055044744066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3549287055044744066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/every-3rd-sabbath-our-church-goes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-1074586538238348699</id><published>2008-07-14T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:49:55.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day.'/><title type='text'>Hello there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHvzLsc-PzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/c538BesrhXo/s1600-h/Have+a+nice+day!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223035575103012658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHvzLsc-PzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/c538BesrhXo/s200/Have+a+nice+day!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hello there my friends. Hope this blog finds you well. I'm just wishing everyone a nice day! HAPPY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It has been bout 100* in Cali. Blazing saddles. wooooo. I'm having a party for my children this wknd. Hope it is not too bad. Well, love ya'll. Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-1074586538238348699?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1074586538238348699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=1074586538238348699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1074586538238348699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1074586538238348699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-there.html' title='Hello there.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHvzLsc-PzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/c538BesrhXo/s72-c/Have+a+nice+day!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-5257355757806204976</id><published>2008-07-11T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:24:09.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mounds or Almond Joy'/><title type='text'>My lil'sis and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHha5f7iQJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LzVVLRh-HUU/s1600-h/070808%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222023711806341266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHha5f7iQJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LzVVLRh-HUU/s200/070808%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhaFafRt_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/cE_9U0l3Q-k/s1600-h/07.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022816992442354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhaFafRt_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/cE_9U0l3Q-k/s200/07.08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhXclKuguI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Xh7qVVgWuw4/s1600-h/Jen+and+I+july.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222019916461146850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhXclKuguI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Xh7qVVgWuw4/s200/Jen+and+I+july.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhWady6QeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BB3VBvlAaoA/s1600-h/my+lil%27sis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222018780610839010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhWady6QeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BB3VBvlAaoA/s400/my+lil%27sis.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://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhWIhVCT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/VqM0xcRZqGE/s1600-h/Jen,+Nae,+and+I+after+r+midnite+meal.+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222018472321634274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhWIhVCT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/VqM0xcRZqGE/s200/Jen,+Nae,+and+I+after+r+midnite+meal.+2.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;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhTFlVHrNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5nd7zvDMrZI/s1600-h/Jen+and+I+july.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222015123321236690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhTFlVHrNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5nd7zvDMrZI/s200/Jen+and+I+july.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhRo5U3FuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/R8NfwaNhdzM/s1600-h/Jen+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222013530961024738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhRo5U3FuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/R8NfwaNhdzM/s200/Jen+and+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222011163990114930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHhPfHrBQnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Iiu38Tf2JkY/s200/my+lil%27sis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My little sis and I are 4yrs. and 8mths apart. Her being the younger one, lucky, and the taller one might I add. No fair. lol We only live about a dozen miles apart, yet we seem to rarely see each other. So I, being the pic-aholic I am, (off my phone mind you) have been taking an obscene amount of pics when I do see her. So funny. She says I'm a nut. She's Mounds, I'm Almond Joy. Some times you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't. I think I'm a nut by nature. woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/338980550807693024-5257355757806204976?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5257355757806204976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=5257355757806204976' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5257355757806204976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5257355757806204976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-lilsis-and-i.html' title='My lil&apos;sis and I'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHha5f7iQJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LzVVLRh-HUU/s72-c/070808%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-765300979982430361</id><published>2008-07-06T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:38:19.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherish every moment.'/><title type='text'>Don't Blink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHGrbiDCxyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x5GMgZWjolE/s1600-h/Nae+and+Erika.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220141932583503650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHGrbiDCxyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x5GMgZWjolE/s200/Nae+and+Erika.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My beautiful and sweet niece and daughter sitting in front of the computer looking @ my blog. I'll have them addicted in no time at all. lol heeheehee j/k How special....a cousins love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm so glad they are in each others lives. It might not be as often as they want. A little is better than nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There is a song by Kenney Chesney, "Don't Blink". Beautiful song. Kinda sad but it makes you think. Don't blink. Before you know it the time is gone. A hundred years goes faster than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   What is your favorite memorie with your cousins, aunts, uncles, or grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-765300979982430361?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/765300979982430361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=765300979982430361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/765300979982430361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/765300979982430361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-blink.html' title='Don&apos;t Blink'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHGrbiDCxyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x5GMgZWjolE/s72-c/Nae+and+Erika.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-6581037178642493310</id><published>2008-07-05T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:33:34.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VBS.'/><title type='text'>Pilgrims Progress for VBS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHArXvcUuoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ggAxuGg7zRg/s1600-h/Erika+%40+VBS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219719654994655874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHArXvcUuoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ggAxuGg7zRg/s200/Erika+%40+VBS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHAqhFVv0_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mDy8rRVucTE/s1600-h/Luke+VBS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219718715979846642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHAqhFVv0_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mDy8rRVucTE/s200/Luke+VBS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHApJiOGNQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ira55vmTmT4/s1600-h/Nathan+VBS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219717211903898882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHApJiOGNQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ira55vmTmT4/s200/Nathan+VBS.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://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHAnf8uXHcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1GSEV73nxuY/s1600-h/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219715397952413122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHAnf8uXHcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1GSEV73nxuY/s200/06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, another year of VBS. It may seem like they only go for the prizes/gifts, but I know they love to go to dress up like this. lol I'm jealous. They look so cute. To be a kid again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Of course it has become a tradition having wild animals come too. My children look soooo forward to this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Did you ever go to VBS as a child? If so, what is your favorite memory of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&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/338980550807693024-6581037178642493310?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6581037178642493310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=6581037178642493310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/6581037178642493310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/6581037178642493310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/pilgrims-progress-for-vbs.html' title='Pilgrims Progress for VBS.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SHArXvcUuoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ggAxuGg7zRg/s72-c/Erika+%40+VBS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-5950729444765127457</id><published>2008-07-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:31:52.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving For God To Do'/><title type='text'>"S.F.G.T.D."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SG2lmshHt7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vqBxZFWtG5U/s1600-h/Dear+God,.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219009627395962802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SG2lmshHt7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vqBxZFWtG5U/s320/Dear+God,.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So hello y'all. I was just wondering if ya know what these letters stand for? I have plenty of "to do" list. How about you? Well, luckily we have an awesome Friend/Father. He would love to take on the "honey-do-list" for us. Sometimes we take on too much and it is our own fault. Sometimes we take on and don't ask for help. Well, these letters stand for: Save For God To Do! Don't ya just love it! Having 5 beautiful children is a blessing, it's also a handful. Sometimes (more times than not) I need to put some of my files in the "SFGTD" box. How about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-5950729444765127457?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5950729444765127457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=5950729444765127457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5950729444765127457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5950729444765127457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/sfgtd.html' title='&quot;S.F.G.T.D.&quot;'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SG2lmshHt7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vqBxZFWtG5U/s72-c/Dear+God,.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3519890933355333117</id><published>2008-07-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:17:01.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember to pray for our troops today.'/><title type='text'>A very happy healthy safe and fun 4th of July to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SG2hlqasKII/AAAAAAAAADQ/SJKA1AmQjCU/s1600-h/happy+4th.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219005211605739650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SG2hlqasKII/AAAAAAAAADQ/SJKA1AmQjCU/s320/happy+4th.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow...how old is our country?  Amazing hah.  Do you take it for granted?   All the freedom we have had that is. &lt;br /&gt;So how many stripes are on the flag?  How many stars?  What are the American flag colors?  What does indivisible mean?  Where does your hand go during the Pledge? Which hand do you use?   Who made the flag of the United States of America. &lt;br /&gt;Did ya know that July is national picnic month?  Go have a picnic and enjoy.  What's your favorite thing to do for the 4th?  What's your favorite memorie?  Happy 4th to y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-3519890933355333117?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3519890933355333117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3519890933355333117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3519890933355333117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3519890933355333117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-happy-healthy-safe-and-fun-4th-of.html' title='A very happy healthy safe and fun 4th of July to you!'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SG2hlqasKII/AAAAAAAAADQ/SJKA1AmQjCU/s72-c/happy+4th.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-158847916174334140</id><published>2008-06-30T20:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:41:49.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful.....God&apos;s creatures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend and her husband had another anniversary:&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGml2pxdfwI/AAAAAAAAADI/UCiT2E5G4sk/s1600-h/neens+aniversary.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217884001630256898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGml2pxdfwI/AAAAAAAAADI/UCiT2E5G4sk/s320/neens+aniversary.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here are her and her hubby's horses. Another resting spot I would love to be at. Any way Ms. Neen, if you read this, congratulations to the two of you. May you last until Jesus comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love you soo much. Happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-158847916174334140?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/158847916174334140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=158847916174334140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/158847916174334140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/158847916174334140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-are-her-and-her-hubbys-horses.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGml2pxdfwI/AAAAAAAAADI/UCiT2E5G4sk/s72-c/neens+aniversary.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-2274960390784624888</id><published>2008-06-30T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:31:25.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGmjT5SJysI/AAAAAAAAADA/amXWGHj5oIY/s1600-h/neen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217881205475232450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGmjT5SJysI/AAAAAAAAADA/amXWGHj5oIY/s320/neen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is the creek they stopped at to let the horses rest and have a quiet lunch. Envious yet? lol I would love to be here. I can almost hear the sounds of nature calling out to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She amazes me the places she finds. She grew up in these parts and went on day or weekend trips with her dad a lot. She retained in her beautiful brain, all the places they went and how to get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-2274960390784624888?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2274960390784624888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=2274960390784624888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2274960390784624888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2274960390784624888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-creek-they-stopped-at-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGmjT5SJysI/AAAAAAAAADA/amXWGHj5oIY/s72-c/neen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-3728231192443864418</id><published>2008-06-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:26:35.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her anniversary.'/><title type='text'>My Lucky Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGmfnkTMm_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LsSmeiOJ9yw/s1600-h/neens.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217877145393339378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGmfnkTMm_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LsSmeiOJ9yw/s320/neens.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Well, my sweet lucky friends just celebrated another anniversary. I believe it was there 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year. Praise God. Well look at where the lucky couple got to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Isnt&lt;/span&gt; it beautiful. God is so amazing. Wouldn't this be a perfect place to spend a Sabbath afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First they walked around admiring God's beauty............................................................&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/338980550807693024-3728231192443864418?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3728231192443864418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=3728231192443864418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3728231192443864418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/3728231192443864418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-lucky-friend.html' title='My Lucky Friend.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGmfnkTMm_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LsSmeiOJ9yw/s72-c/neens.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-5333091675665969565</id><published>2008-06-24T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:31:30.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The guilt sets in.'/><title type='text'>Sleep/reading?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGChIgXp2UI/AAAAAAAAACw/bxHBs8eR1ww/s1600-h/Nathan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215345535995205954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGChIgXp2UI/AAAAAAAAACw/bxHBs8eR1ww/s320/Nathan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok now I am in trouble. I thought I'd check my blog, that Cathy and Cecelia have offically gotten me addicted to, and my poor son fell asleep. The bad part is, he was waiting for me to read his Uncle Arthur Bed Time Stories to him. uugghh....Anyone, or should I say, any parent ever done that? Or am I the only "bad momma of the year"? And the award goes to................Yes ladies Ms. Teena boooooo If you don't have kids do you remember your parents doing this to you? So sorry. ={ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-5333091675665969565?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5333091675665969565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=5333091675665969565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5333091675665969565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/5333091675665969565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleepreading.html' title='Sleep/reading?'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGChIgXp2UI/AAAAAAAAACw/bxHBs8eR1ww/s72-c/Nathan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-2217795852831516742</id><published>2008-06-23T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:10:38.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swim Lessons.'/><title type='text'>Graduated from Seals to Eels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGAcjrfoPRI/AAAAAAAAACg/axfd6CcxlNA/s1600-h/Luke+graduating+swim+lessons..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215199767791418642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGAcjrfoPRI/AAAAAAAAACg/axfd6CcxlNA/s320/Luke+graduating+swim+lessons..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGAZbcbdgoI/AAAAAAAAACY/TnHx2sszU78/s1600-h/Tris+and+Nate+2008+swim+diplomas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215196327773569666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGAZbcbdgoI/AAAAAAAAACY/TnHx2sszU78/s320/Tris+and+Nate+2008+swim+diplomas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erika,(not pictured) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trist&lt;/span&gt;, Nate, &amp;amp; Luke (w/their teachers) had swim lessons. So much fun to have the pool semi to themselves. They went Mon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; Thurs. from 11-11:45. Perfect time, weather, &amp;amp; amount of kids. Usually pool is packed after the lunch shift. They look so happy. I'm happy. Inexpensive fun and they are learning how to use good swim technique. What is your favorite summer memory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-2217795852831516742?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2217795852831516742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=2217795852831516742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2217795852831516742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/2217795852831516742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduated-from-seals-to-eels.html' title='Graduated from Seals to Eels.'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SGAcjrfoPRI/AAAAAAAAACg/axfd6CcxlNA/s72-c/Luke+graduating+swim+lessons..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8341559628590258454</id><published>2008-06-22T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:04:40.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just passed another stepping stone.'/><title type='text'>Michael graduated...class of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SF7QLuPAPqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nFF1qkO80kQ/s1600-h/Michaels+grad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214834318349713058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SF7QLuPAPqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nFF1qkO80kQ/s320/Michaels+grad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woohooo&lt;/span&gt;!!! My son did it. Michael Jacob, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;proud of you.!!! There are not many in my family who finished school. Now-a-days it seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; quit things a lot quicker then necessary. I hand it to kids today who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perservere&lt;/span&gt;. When I would look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; work it seemed so different then I remember mine being. I went to a public high school and graduated with pretty good grades. It wasn't the easiest work, but it didn't seem as hard as the subjects today. The long and short version of things. New formulas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; glad we don't have to take it to Heaven with us. A lot has changed in 17yrs ha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Next step....college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway...congrats to anyone else who has recently graduated. 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;8!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-8341559628590258454?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8341559628590258454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8341559628590258454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8341559628590258454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8341559628590258454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/michael-graduatedclass-of-2008.html' title='Michael graduated...class of 2008'/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SF7QLuPAPqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nFF1qkO80kQ/s72-c/Michaels+grad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-1839181255658403739</id><published>2008-06-18T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:27:39.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oil of olay...does it work? B4 and after.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SF7eeyZs1yI/AAAAAAAAABA/zJ6-WrxIBNo/s1600-h/oopps+ya+caught+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214850039048623906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SF7eeyZs1yI/AAAAAAAAABA/zJ6-WrxIBNo/s320/oopps+ya+caught+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oil of olay....does wonders....OOPPS or does it. I still see lots of wrinkles here. Darn it. No more tears or wrinkles in Heaven.. heeheehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-1839181255658403739?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1839181255658403739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=1839181255658403739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1839181255658403739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/1839181255658403739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/oil-of-olay.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SF7eeyZs1yI/AAAAAAAAABA/zJ6-WrxIBNo/s72-c/oopps+ya+caught+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8246991407733025265</id><published>2008-06-18T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:31:05.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where does time go?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SFlG1RwcyBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ITHy-OVknxc/s1600-h/091207_18041(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213275924771686418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SFlG1RwcyBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ITHy-OVknxc/s320/091207_18041(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well good morning, afternoon, evening. Today is a new day. So get up and go dust the stink off ya. lol =) My son just graduated from a Christian Academy. 17 yrs. old. How old am I? I don't feel old. I can still do a cartwheel, round-off, into the splits and flip backward off a swing. Did I miss something? How can I have a 17 yr. old who just graduated high school and is going off to a Junior College? Where does time go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-8246991407733025265?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8246991407733025265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8246991407733025265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8246991407733025265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8246991407733025265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-good-morning-afternoon-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Teen : }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209296421360890250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SYi4VSkj5oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LdTTdkfRE1s/S220/0123090905.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SFlG1RwcyBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ITHy-OVknxc/s72-c/091207_18041(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338980550807693024.post-8498190760441663539</id><published>2008-06-17T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:46:07.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUMMER VACATION'/><title type='text'>Woohoo! It's summer vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SFl9_xTbtKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6cRevUAScUM/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213336578178135202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w_4WgWJo9Ig/SFl9_xTbtKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6cRevUAScUM/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well hello summer. I'm so happy when my children are on summer vacation. You know why? Because that means I am too. The lady I've been doing child-care for (for the past 5yrs.) loves me soooo much that she wants me to have paid vacation with my children. Or....ahhhh...well, maybe it is because she is a teacher and has summer vacation as well. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So any ways. We have been going to the water park, library park, skate park, historical parks, and play-ground parks. Soo much fun so little time. I have been trying to find fun places to visit within a couple of hours from home that are free or inexpensive. Gas and 5 chickadees isn't cheap. Well worth it though. Thank you Lord. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is your favorite past-time in the summer or on vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338980550807693024-8498190760441663539?l=teenmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8498190760441663539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338980550807693024&amp;postID=8498190760441663539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8498190760441663539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338980550807693024/posts/default/8498190760441663539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenmarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/woohoo-its-summer-vacation.html' title='Woohoo! 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