<?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-6846891572037120739</id><updated>2012-02-15T18:18:43.295-07:00</updated><category term='Courtship'/><category term='Savannah&apos;s Family'/><category term='Dallon'/><category term='Shout Out'/><category term='Swaperoos'/><category term='Gaby'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Hunting'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Booksneeze'/><category term='Zipper'/><category term='Wildlife'/><category term='Nature Pictures'/><category term='Sending Smiles'/><category term='See and Do'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='I tried something new'/><category 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term='Books'/><category term='Crocheting'/><title type='text'>Countless Tomorrows</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>811</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-5415816508030786094</id><published>2012-02-15T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T16:16:25.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Dinner 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Months ago (like Octoberish) I bought tickets to the Lady Antebellum concert. It was on Valentine's and seemed like a fun way to celebrate our anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dallon decided to get married in February. Not that his wedding plans interfered any way with the concert, but as February got closer and closer, I stressed more and more. A weekend in St. George. A weekend in Loa. Then at the end of the month I am going to a scrapbook retreat. I was excited for the concert, but not about the traveling. And sleeping in another hotel. And eating out again.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;again. And again.&amp;nbsp;Before February even started, I was traveled out. I just wanted to stay home and have a peaceful day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few weeks ago, Jessica mentioned she was sad we wouldn't be here for Valentine's so we could do a dinner together. That night, I realized that sounded more fun then the concert. I have&amp;nbsp;all the Lady Antebellum&amp;nbsp;albums and can listen to them any time I want. So the next morning, I listed&amp;nbsp;the tickets&amp;nbsp;on KSL and within 10 minutes I had 4 different people contact me. I sold them to the first caller and told the rest sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told the hubs what I had done. I knew he wouldn't care and I was right. He's an even bigger home body then I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Jessica and I planned our dinner. I think that's why Josh agreed so easily, now the pressure was off of him to take me out that night. And actually, in the end it worked out perfectly because Josh has become pretty busy at work and he would have had a hard time getting the time off. And when I woke up yesterday, I was so glad to know I wasn't about to travel again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp;Valentine's gift from Jessica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIOb66Bnv1E/Tzwoj4sBgII/AAAAAAAAIqE/ZaN947pxqig/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIOb66Bnv1E/Tzwoj4sBgII/AAAAAAAAIqE/ZaN947pxqig/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a bag of the pink and white animal cookies, but forgot to take a pic, I'll upload that later. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica's beautiful table. I'm hosting St. Patrick's at my house and I can already tell you, my table won't be near as pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVb4j-nFXu8/Tzwof76k4oI/AAAAAAAAIp0/f6pXMn9eSJo/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVb4j-nFXu8/Tzwof76k4oI/AAAAAAAAIp0/f6pXMn9eSJo/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JS_9zdChOHk/TzwoeSMpNfI/AAAAAAAAIps/J9LKIm93mD8/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JS_9zdChOHk/TzwoeSMpNfI/AAAAAAAAIps/J9LKIm93mD8/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each took a few assignments to make dinner preparations less stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pineapplegirlcookbook.blogspot.com/2012/02/lasagna.html"&gt;Lasagna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garlic Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrewjessicaandacat.blogspot.com/2011/02/coeur-la-creme-with-raspberry-sauce.html"&gt;Coeur a la Creme With Raspberry Sauce&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/07/spinach-strawberry-salad.html"&gt;Spinach Strawberry Salad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/7-layer-jello.html"&gt;Seven Layer Jello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-potion.html"&gt;Love Potion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything turned out so yummy. I was STUFFED before dessert, but it was so pretty and DELISH that I had still two servings of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTNuUo6t5EE/Tzwoia6MSfI/AAAAAAAAIp8/OY686pLH57Y/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTNuUo6t5EE/Tzwoia6MSfI/AAAAAAAAIp8/OY686pLH57Y/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh had to go back to Vernal for work after dinner. But it was still a perfect evening. I have a few things for him that I'm going to give him when he's home in a few days. Hopefully he'll have something for me too. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiDdW5mYzt8/TzwoqwQ3PEI/AAAAAAAAIqM/NT4hs5xOaqU/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiDdW5mYzt8/TzwoqwQ3PEI/AAAAAAAAIqM/NT4hs5xOaqU/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-5415816508030786094?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/5415816508030786094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=5415816508030786094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/5415816508030786094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/5415816508030786094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-dinner-2012.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Dinner 2012'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIOb66Bnv1E/Tzwoj4sBgII/AAAAAAAAIqE/ZaN947pxqig/s72-c/IMG_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-6814465972833164209</id><published>2012-02-15T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:48:12.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><title type='text'>My Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can never get enough of my nephews, so when I dropped their Valentine's gifts off last night, I had to stay and visit for a little bit. And get a few pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daxsen us getting ready to teeth, so he gnawed on my fingers for a while, after he got bored with my bracelet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ra-GiVfZEo/Tzwms8a2YTI/AAAAAAAAIpM/PDbH21XblOc/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ra-GiVfZEo/Tzwms8a2YTI/AAAAAAAAIpM/PDbH21XblOc/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0m0SKDK92Nc/TzwmuL_1vcI/AAAAAAAAIpU/NLZ44V-L1LE/s1600/IMG_0189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0m0SKDK92Nc/TzwmuL_1vcI/AAAAAAAAIpU/NLZ44V-L1LE/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valex got a hold of my cell phone and was playing with it. I took a picture of him "talking" on it, but its fuzzy. This year I vowed to not keep fuzzy pictures. But here is a few other pictures. I'm not sure what he's doing in the first picture, probably hiding from the crazy lady who takes too many pictures. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07p9jN7nl6o/TzwmvKuJC0I/AAAAAAAAIpc/jO6-0-c-5zQ/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07p9jN7nl6o/TzwmvKuJC0I/AAAAAAAAIpc/jO6-0-c-5zQ/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjlRq7hGxeE/TzwmwSYDMSI/AAAAAAAAIpk/oLR4bd-hVFs/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjlRq7hGxeE/TzwmwSYDMSI/AAAAAAAAIpk/oLR4bd-hVFs/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he's wearing his auntie shirt! I love those little boys so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-6814465972833164209?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6814465972833164209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=6814465972833164209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6814465972833164209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6814465972833164209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-valentines.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ra-GiVfZEo/Tzwms8a2YTI/AAAAAAAAIpM/PDbH21XblOc/s72-c/IMG_0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-1532088032509136521</id><published>2012-02-14T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T11:18:16.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Treats for the Nephews</title><content type='html'>I've been working on a few Valentine's treats for Josh. They turned out so cute that I decided to make some for the nephews. Josh has to go back to work tonight after we meet for dinner, so I'm saving his treats for when he comes home later this week. But here is a few pictures of how cute the nephew gifts turned out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fC62pgJJX0/TzqjWrTZXBI/AAAAAAAAIoc/5yB-BQcEoNY/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fC62pgJJX0/TzqjWrTZXBI/AAAAAAAAIoc/5yB-BQcEoNY/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZP9iVU-ZRc/TzqjXQgp2gI/AAAAAAAAIok/MnklqXM6Fdo/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZP9iVU-ZRc/TzqjXQgp2gI/AAAAAAAAIok/MnklqXM6Fdo/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston, Tyler and Valex each get a bag of animal crackers and a bag of gold fish crackers. Daxsen isn't eating food yet, so I bought him a cute toy for his car seat instead. I hope to catch Vanessa and her boys tonight before meeting Josh and Andrew &amp;amp; Jessica for dinner. Then I'm busy for a few nights, but hopefully I can take Preston &amp;amp; Tyler their treats before the week ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqByaYOfCJ8/TzqjYcQRAuI/AAAAAAAAIos/mkaKpv0be4g/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqByaYOfCJ8/TzqjYcQRAuI/AAAAAAAAIos/mkaKpv0be4g/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While in the checkout lane, the lady behind me commented on how nice it was that I was buying healthy treats. I told her they were for my nephews. She then turned to her daughter and said something about maybe she should do that for her kids. I just grinned and told her that since we don't have any children of our own, we take every chance we can to spoil our nephews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to the Dating Diva's website for such cute printouts. You can view them &lt;a href="http://www.thedatingdivas.com/erika/quick-sweet-treats/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-1532088032509136521?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1532088032509136521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=1532088032509136521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1532088032509136521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1532088032509136521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-treats-for-nephews.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Treats for the Nephews'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fC62pgJJX0/TzqjWrTZXBI/AAAAAAAAIoc/5yB-BQcEoNY/s72-c/IMG_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7427053547277370015</id><published>2012-02-12T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T15:14:38.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Dallon &amp; Natalie's Reception in Loa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend, we headed to Loa, Utah for the wedding reception where Natalie grew up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZDR0z_NSA4/Tzg1ka3-y_I/AAAAAAAAIoE/cq8FR1nE-2M/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZDR0z_NSA4/Tzg1ka3-y_I/AAAAAAAAIoE/cq8FR1nE-2M/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way down Indian Canyon we got stuck behind this big truck. It was huge and took up both sides of the road. We had to follow it for about 5 miles (which equaled 30 minutes) before they could find a spot wide enough to let us, and the line of traffic behind us, pass. Can you see that odd orange spot on the rear axle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYTpNov8iuM/TzgywhjuDhI/AAAAAAAAIkU/7HBu9OFs8TQ/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYTpNov8iuM/TzgywhjuDhI/AAAAAAAAIkU/7HBu9OFs8TQ/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a job I would want to have. And he was texting! I think I would just keep all of my attention on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0KG5Umh2hw/TzgyyjK8P9I/AAAAAAAAIkc/j0Adlxe1I1k/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0KG5Umh2hw/TzgyyjK8P9I/AAAAAAAAIkc/j0Adlxe1I1k/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie's family put together a beautiful reception. They had a candy bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-nPvD1xZew/TzgzKdJfKNI/AAAAAAAAIkk/tRwL_mTKa0A/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-nPvD1xZew/TzgzKdJfKNI/AAAAAAAAIkk/tRwL_mTKa0A/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a gorgeous cupcake tree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JIpwhfsr_I/TzgzL2Bj4II/AAAAAAAAIks/wK5d-X-XL_c/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JIpwhfsr_I/TzgzL2Bj4II/AAAAAAAAIks/wK5d-X-XL_c/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They also had some&amp;nbsp;Oreo&amp;nbsp;balls and a chocolate fondue fountain with strawberries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wL-zQVNMJxs/TzgzNR_CbUI/AAAAAAAAIk0/bFlWY52kKDs/s1600/IMG_0140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wL-zQVNMJxs/TzgzNR_CbUI/AAAAAAAAIk0/bFlWY52kKDs/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JV_EPCHz9ko/TzgzOwbGNfI/AAAAAAAAIk8/QD8WFmoFZLQ/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JV_EPCHz9ko/TzgzOwbGNfI/AAAAAAAAIk8/QD8WFmoFZLQ/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VncH1WrRD4o/TzgzQoj0aWI/AAAAAAAAIlE/QDFWAyM-lw4/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VncH1WrRD4o/TzgzQoj0aWI/AAAAAAAAIlE/QDFWAyM-lw4/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week, a brother in-law asked Josh if he was prepared to decorate their car. Josh hadn't even thought about it. This time, Natalie's sister asked Josh to help her husband decorate the car. Of course he said yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vh8i-h5uLIo/TzgzRk_ftCI/AAAAAAAAIlM/Tdjw2CkMsqM/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vh8i-h5uLIo/TzgzRk_ftCI/AAAAAAAAIlM/Tdjw2CkMsqM/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie's grandpa Hiskey was parked right next to their car. He really didn't help, but he still posed for a picture. Then I took my camera in to show Dallon &amp;amp; Natalie, while holding my finger over Josh so they wouldn't see him. When I showed the picture to Dallon he exclaimed, "Grandpa Hiskey!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mwstvjURVE/TzgzTDS9w-I/AAAAAAAAIlU/_xnAvEhG84Q/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mwstvjURVE/TzgzTDS9w-I/AAAAAAAAIlU/_xnAvEhG84Q/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this was Josh's way of acting out and getting revenge for having to wear a tie, a pink tie nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHNJw2G9OFo/TzgzU2dxC0I/AAAAAAAAIlc/RL0QKLO8FpY/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHNJw2G9OFo/TzgzU2dxC0I/AAAAAAAAIlc/RL0QKLO8FpY/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5XdUl_gWAo/TzgzhfAqn1I/AAAAAAAAImc/qUfuFdCQA4c/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_R4ZMv9xsV8/Tzgziqd9iWI/AAAAAAAAImk/gnXegwgJphk/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_R4ZMv9xsV8/Tzgziqd9iWI/AAAAAAAAImk/gnXegwgJphk/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z6BoZamL5E/Tzgzk6eneBI/AAAAAAAAIms/z48xJbFcBlQ/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z6BoZamL5E/Tzgzk6eneBI/AAAAAAAAIms/z48xJbFcBlQ/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7VYatwtfcc/TzgzmXPpONI/AAAAAAAAIm0/hM2vQypPpFQ/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7VYatwtfcc/TzgzmXPpONI/AAAAAAAAIm0/hM2vQypPpFQ/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They didn't make too big of a mess of the cake, at least not on each other. But Barb was pretty&amp;nbsp;concerned&amp;nbsp;about the mess they left on the floor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8OsLAtDl-0/TzgzoKu_G5I/AAAAAAAAIm8/9tO_SjwDSlE/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8OsLAtDl-0/TzgzoKu_G5I/AAAAAAAAIm8/9tO_SjwDSlE/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMQJoTTUZsg/Tzgzpt7iWxI/AAAAAAAAInE/F2nceoW2PbI/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMQJoTTUZsg/Tzgzpt7iWxI/AAAAAAAAInE/F2nceoW2PbI/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMRmglzPKtg/TzgzrWzrpfI/AAAAAAAAInM/isiD2Vke_YA/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMRmglzPKtg/TzgzrWzrpfI/AAAAAAAAInM/isiD2Vke_YA/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MCgH1ug6qA/Tzgzs0VxPaI/AAAAAAAAInU/qU-BnJXkNIA/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MCgH1ug6qA/Tzgzs0VxPaI/AAAAAAAAInU/qU-BnJXkNIA/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8XDTGIgqKc/TzgzuUuHdUI/AAAAAAAAInc/mdeUZmZm1mc/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8XDTGIgqKc/TzgzuUuHdUI/AAAAAAAAInc/mdeUZmZm1mc/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Dallon went to take the garter off, Natalie told him to take it off...with his teeth! He even stopped right at her angle to pose for the&amp;nbsp;photographer. The photographer loved that, she's never had someone stop and pose before. I can't wait to see the pictures she got.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgSiXKWst1M/TzgzwiFcXaI/AAAAAAAAInk/zScqbI5MvRY/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgSiXKWst1M/TzgzwiFcXaI/AAAAAAAAInk/zScqbI5MvRY/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the night, I tried Natalie's shoes on and then went to show them to Josh. Natalie's little&amp;nbsp;niece&amp;nbsp;was very concerned that I was wearing her shoes so I didn't get a picture. It was another fabulous weekend with Josh's family. Next weekend is the Open House here in Mountain Home. I'm so glad we'll at least get to stay home and not have to travel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hM8Q5XjBlM/TzgzzwwnKxI/AAAAAAAAIn0/VYD88z3xCIg/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hM8Q5XjBlM/TzgzzwwnKxI/AAAAAAAAIn0/VYD88z3xCIg/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7427053547277370015?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7427053547277370015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7427053547277370015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7427053547277370015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7427053547277370015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/dallon-natalies-reception-in-loa.html' title='Dallon &amp; Natalie&apos;s Reception in Loa'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZDR0z_NSA4/Tzg1ka3-y_I/AAAAAAAAIoE/cq8FR1nE-2M/s72-c/IMG_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-2558945070662679816</id><published>2012-02-10T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:36:27.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marital Bliss'/><title type='text'>11th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When Josh got home from work on Wednesday he had these beautiful&amp;nbsp;roses to celebrate our anniversary. Most years, I will hint whether I want flowers or not, but this year I didn't, so I was really surprised to see them. He picked out eleven roses for each of the eleven years we have been married. When the florist tried to get him to pick one more rose (to make a dozen) he told her he would do that next year when we celebrate twelve years. The guy in the line behind him grumbled something about he how&amp;nbsp;couldn't believe we had made it eleven years when he couldn't make it two. Maybe he should take lessons from my husband since I happen to think he is the best husband in the world. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3fEaNM-Z7k/TzV9d_YeS8I/AAAAAAAAIkA/UYGTwjdj2F4/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3fEaNM-Z7k/TzV9d_YeS8I/AAAAAAAAIkA/UYGTwjdj2F4/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got me a card. He is always able to find the most perfect card. This one said:&lt;br /&gt;To the one I love on our Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then inside it said:&lt;br /&gt;We've been through a lot,&lt;br /&gt;you &amp;amp; I,&lt;br /&gt;Since the day we got married,&lt;br /&gt;but I still can't think of anyone&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Being married to you&lt;br /&gt;has brought me&lt;br /&gt;so much happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;today and always,&lt;br /&gt;how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his handwritten message said,&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much for the last 11 years. I can't believe it, but I love you more now then I did then. Happy Anniversary Babe, I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I truly believe he is the best husband ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we kept our celebration smaller. We usually try to go out of town for a few days, but with all the traveling for his brother's wedding, we decided what we really wanted was just a quite day at home. The first luxury was just being able to sleep in. Then we got up and while I made breakfast, Josh spoiled me by doing the dishes that have piled up the last few days. I really am a lucky woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago, I took my rings to Zale's to get them resized. While there, they told me about a new necklace that was coming out. If I bought it in the first week of February, I could get it for just $20, after that it was going to sale for $120. So I decided to get it too. They shipped it with my ring and I decided to give it to Josh to give to me for our anniversary. ;) So we spent all day joking about what great taste he has to pick something so beautiful for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBDe_llkT_Q/TzV9e-06eyI/AAAAAAAAIkI/kJhDbTJtcpA/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBDe_llkT_Q/TzV9e-06eyI/AAAAAAAAIkI/kJhDbTJtcpA/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday we went to Vernal and did a little shopping. I bought some new shirts and a new pair of jeans and then Josh bought a new work vest that he has been wanting for a while now. I offered to buy him something else, but he said since he went to Ohio hunting, that could count as his gift. (Someday I will blog about that. I keep forgetting to get his camera from him.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to a movie, followed by dinner at Don Pedro's. It was a great day, but more importantly its been an amazing eleven years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-2558945070662679816?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2558945070662679816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=2558945070662679816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2558945070662679816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2558945070662679816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/11th-anniversary.html' title='11th Anniversary'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3fEaNM-Z7k/TzV9d_YeS8I/AAAAAAAAIkA/UYGTwjdj2F4/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-965689903954055115</id><published>2012-02-10T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:25:42.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swap Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>February Swap Group - Cookie Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This month, Laura was in charge of swap group. She decided to host a cookie swap. It was lots of fun and I have loved trying all these new cookies. I didn't want to Josh eat all of one kind, without me at least getting a taste, so I split them all so we could each try them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN_NLqomYxk/TzVLkyucAUI/AAAAAAAAIh4/bgtujPrjvjc/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN_NLqomYxk/TzVLkyucAUI/AAAAAAAAIh4/bgtujPrjvjc/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to gather every one's recipes and post them to my cooking blog so I can find them in the future.&amp;nbsp;Here is a list of what everyone brought:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Savannah - &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/01/hot-chocolate-cookies.html"&gt;Hot Chocolate Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica - &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/jessicas-molasses-crinkle-cookies.html"&gt;Molasses Crinkle Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim - Mexican Wedding Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laura - &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/lauras-chocolate-no-bake-drop-cookies.html"&gt;No Bake Chocolate Drops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lewaina (she brought a few kinds) - her favorite store bought shortbread cookies, &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/lewainas-cake-mix-cookies.html"&gt;Cake Mix Cookies&lt;/a&gt; and Peanut Butter Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felicity - &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/felicitys-poppy-seed-bread.html"&gt;Poppy Seed Bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naomi - she brought her favorite cookies courtesy of Kebbler. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah - Chocolate No Bake Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie - Caramel Coconut Macaroons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angie - &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/angies-white-chocolate-pumpkin-dream.html"&gt;White Chocolate Pumpkin Dream Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a little worried about having so many cookies for just me and Josh to eat, but they have all been so yummy, it hasn't been a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also that night, Lewaina gave each of us a Valentine. She had covered a heart shaped box with fabric and then placed a heart shaped tuck in each. She is so talented!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jm8dxYH3dws/TzVLmp1CFFI/AAAAAAAAIiA/c3AZlXj99nw/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jm8dxYH3dws/TzVLmp1CFFI/AAAAAAAAIiA/c3AZlXj99nw/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura also used her talent to make a few giveaways. I was so excited when I won one of them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xy9AKRQynVo/TzVLnmiWemI/AAAAAAAAIiI/I81rfZ4fFfY/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xy9AKRQynVo/TzVLnmiWemI/AAAAAAAAIiI/I81rfZ4fFfY/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-965689903954055115?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/965689903954055115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=965689903954055115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/965689903954055115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/965689903954055115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-swap-group-cookie-swap.html' title='February Swap Group - Cookie Swap'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN_NLqomYxk/TzVLkyucAUI/AAAAAAAAIh4/bgtujPrjvjc/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-2474247517432093057</id><published>2012-02-07T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:43:06.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club'/><title type='text'>Book Club - "Frenchman's Creek" by Daphne DuMaurier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like FOREVER since our book club last got together in October last year. So with the holidays out of the way, I was excited to get back on track so we can have that extra excuse to hang out each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was Kim's turn to choose the book; she choose "Frenchman's Creek" by Daphne DuMaurier. It is briefly mentioned in another of Kim's favorite books (by Dorothy Keddington) where the character mentions it is their book of the month for book club. So she thought it would be fun to make it our book of the month too. I'm so glad she choose it, I LOVED it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQIKT-1Vdqk/TzFHAKSkGAI/AAAAAAAAIhI/-VTYWA-ddGI/s1600/Frenchman's+Creek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQIKT-1Vdqk/TzFHAKSkGAI/AAAAAAAAIhI/-VTYWA-ddGI/s200/Frenchman's+Creek.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because of the big break, I actually read mine quite a while back. I thought about rereading it this month since it was so good, but my copy is lent out to someone else right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is about a woman having a high seas adventure and falling in love with a Robin Hood like pirate. We didn't talk about the book much, because only half of us had read it. But the woman in the&amp;nbsp;book&amp;nbsp;unhappy in her marriage and ends up having an affair with the&amp;nbsp;pirate. The book was written in like the 1940's, so its almost hard&amp;nbsp;to tell there even was an affair, its a very clean read. &amp;nbsp;To me, it spoke of real life and how these things really can happen.&amp;nbsp;I then had to reassure everyone, that even though hubs works out of town so much, he still takes care of me in other ways so that I don't become&amp;nbsp;unhappy in my marriage. Lonely at times yes, but still happy with my marriage that it isn't a&amp;nbsp;problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at Randi's house for book club so we could help her finish a quilt she had to have done before the weekend. By help, I mean we all visited while her mom and her tied. But we kept her little boy entertained so that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also volunteered to bring dessert. I see all these good things on Pinterest I want to try, but with my diet, I hate cooking fancy (aka, fattening) foods for just me and Josh. So I used book club as an excuse to try out two new recipes. Randi provided cheesy potato soup and bread sticks for dinner that were delish. Then I brought &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/rocky-road-brownies.html"&gt;Rocky Road Brownies&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/02/candied-popcorn.html"&gt;Candied Popcorn&lt;/a&gt;. They were both so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, Randi mentioned the book she was thinking about choosing, so I bought it. I can't wait to start reading it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-2474247517432093057?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2474247517432093057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=2474247517432093057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2474247517432093057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2474247517432093057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/book-club-frenchmans-creek-by-daphne.html' title='Book Club - &quot;Frenchman&apos;s Creek&quot; by Daphne DuMaurier'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQIKT-1Vdqk/TzFHAKSkGAI/AAAAAAAAIhI/-VTYWA-ddGI/s72-c/Frenchman&apos;s+Creek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3479867032095319320</id><published>2012-02-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:22:31.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year, we had so much fun with the Ercanbrack's that we were excited to be invited again this year. With all the traveling for the wedding, I didn't have much time to prepare much. But when I saw these football cookies on Pinterest, I had to make them. I used the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2009/03/homemade-oreo-cookies.html"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; on my cooking blog and then followed &lt;a href="http://spencerandhilary.blogspot.com/2011/10/oreo-football-cookies.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog to know how to shape the cookies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeJ3sIHamn4/TzCG434aFNI/AAAAAAAAIgg/BY83nv6ztMs/s1600/football+cookiesw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeJ3sIHamn4/TzCG434aFNI/AAAAAAAAIgg/BY83nv6ztMs/s320/football+cookiesw.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica &amp;amp; I both saw this chip stadium on Pinterest and wanted to make it too. Josh was excited because he finally had a change to make guacamole for a crowd. Bountiful Baskets had an add on last week of the tortilla chips in the Super Bowl&amp;nbsp;colors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OuenJqaz4UQ/TzCG7CKDvYI/AAAAAAAAIgo/kPzdUnZV0ug/s1600/stadium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OuenJqaz4UQ/TzCG7CKDvYI/AAAAAAAAIgo/kPzdUnZV0ug/s320/stadium.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not really into football, mostly because I don't understand anything about it. I did finally start cheering for the giants after halftime since they were down a few points, so I was excited when they won.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QYfiIm4ESE/TzCG89daJ5I/AAAAAAAAIgw/GJPm7lJl2M4/s1600/pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QYfiIm4ESE/TzCG89daJ5I/AAAAAAAAIgw/GJPm7lJl2M4/s320/pic.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had TONS of food, but I only took pictures of the food Jessica and I made to match the Super Bowl theme. We also had two cheese fondues, a spinach artichoke dip, ham, baked potatoes and other yummy appetizers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCmcTj83Qtw/TzCHAfgMCsI/AAAAAAAAIg4/zS3i8Si1y_c/s1600/football+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCmcTj83Qtw/TzCHAfgMCsI/AAAAAAAAIg4/zS3i8Si1y_c/s320/football+food.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had so much fun and can't wait for next year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eiL1k8TtQZ8/TzCHCfB3ymI/AAAAAAAAIhA/onlkpcC6WmE/s1600/pic+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eiL1k8TtQZ8/TzCHCfB3ymI/AAAAAAAAIhA/onlkpcC6WmE/s320/pic+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3479867032095319320?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3479867032095319320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3479867032095319320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3479867032095319320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3479867032095319320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/super-bowl-sunday-2012.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday 2012'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeJ3sIHamn4/TzCG434aFNI/AAAAAAAAIgg/BY83nv6ztMs/s72-c/football+cookiesw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3894127862609245873</id><published>2012-02-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:57:30.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Dallon &amp; Natalie's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday, Natalie joined our family by marrying Dallon in the St. George temple. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Je9eSFXXAuA/TzCCa1OjCTI/AAAAAAAAIgY/XZLG2jtim0Y/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Je9eSFXXAuA/TzCCa1OjCTI/AAAAAAAAIgY/XZLG2jtim0Y/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all headed down to St. George on Friday. Usually Josh and I love to go to St. George in the winter so we can escape the snow at home. Home hasn't been bad at all, we've had snow on our lawn three times this winter, and it has melted off early each time. So we didn't escape much cold, but St. George was still beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Six plus hours is a long time for little bodies to be trapped in a truck, even if it is with grandpa &amp;amp; grandma. So as soon as we got to the hotel, Tyler jumped on each bed and tossed all the pillows to the floor in the center. Then he made a dive to the other side. Luckily his uncle Josh was there to catch him. After that, it became a game and he jumped back and forth for quite a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-lY_FA-D7M/Ty7HPoQI6QI/AAAAAAAAIeo/rPbyHZDUgmc/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-lY_FA-D7M/Ty7HPoQI6QI/AAAAAAAAIeo/rPbyHZDUgmc/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_4WQL0Bmz0/Ty7HQx_6H3I/AAAAAAAAIew/NK9RdyxFmWQ/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_4WQL0Bmz0/Ty7HQx_6H3I/AAAAAAAAIew/NK9RdyxFmWQ/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auAvmVPS8B0/Ty7HSW3KQiI/AAAAAAAAIe4/xgC1mu5E5ts/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auAvmVPS8B0/Ty7HSW3KQiI/AAAAAAAAIe4/xgC1mu5E5ts/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to dinner at the Olive Garden. Tyler played with his spaghetti noodles a bit. Right at the end, I remembered I had my camera in my purse and caught this picture of him trying to untangle it from his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnLjpcW30Vs/Ty7HUN8WdgI/AAAAAAAAIfA/Gm-gwpdMbD8/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnLjpcW30Vs/Ty7HUN8WdgI/AAAAAAAAIfA/Gm-gwpdMbD8/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday morning was gorgeous! Bright and early that morning, Melanie and I took a walk along the streets. (Because the gym in the hotel didn't open until 8!) About 10 minutes after we left, Josh heard a knock on the hotel room. He opened it to find his mom demanding he take her to Walmart because she had left her makeup at home. We got back from our walk just in time to see Barb &amp;amp; Matt off as they headed to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I ate a quick breakfast and then headed to the temple to be there when they came out. There had been some miscommunication about when Josh was supposed to wear his pink tie, so we didn't bring his white shirt with us that weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Christensen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7FqHeFiXQA/Ty7HOCvG1lI/AAAAAAAAIeg/aamEKFacbvg/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7FqHeFiXQA/Ty7HOCvG1lI/AAAAAAAAIeg/aamEKFacbvg/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsVSG5YFF7M/Ty7HVUhiV8I/AAAAAAAAIfI/Ce4s0gjzK8w/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsVSG5YFF7M/Ty7HVUhiV8I/AAAAAAAAIfI/Ce4s0gjzK8w/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone loved Natalie's pink shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrj-bnPizx8/Ty7HXRVgnJI/AAAAAAAAIfQ/utjh_aWwVZg/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrj-bnPizx8/Ty7HXRVgnJI/AAAAAAAAIfQ/utjh_aWwVZg/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And her beautiful flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2ZzWt9PTKw/Ty7Ha2tOaLI/AAAAAAAAIfg/D6HLoLigfeQ/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2ZzWt9PTKw/Ty7Ha2tOaLI/AAAAAAAAIfg/D6HLoLigfeQ/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy to have a new sister in-law. Dallon choose a wonderful lady to bring into the family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2w58RXNFuA/Ty7HYyOfeCI/AAAAAAAAIfY/vPTIcqnNFY4/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2w58RXNFuA/Ty7HYyOfeCI/AAAAAAAAIfY/vPTIcqnNFY4/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFBsKC3SpzQ/Ty7HdnhUexI/AAAAAAAAIfo/I_IYZt4K9a8/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFBsKC3SpzQ/Ty7HdnhUexI/AAAAAAAAIfo/I_IYZt4K9a8/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xGrykONnfE/Ty7HgOK0eqI/AAAAAAAAIfw/4dcH0x9ZgNU/s1600/IMG_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xGrykONnfE/Ty7HgOK0eqI/AAAAAAAAIfw/4dcH0x9ZgNU/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-tggvpKZgI/Ty7HjAsIBSI/AAAAAAAAIgA/pDJkNf04hPs/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-tggvpKZgI/Ty7HjAsIBSI/AAAAAAAAIgA/pDJkNf04hPs/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yL9mnjxHNN8/Ty7Hhd054AI/AAAAAAAAIf4/pxsffy7F71w/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yL9mnjxHNN8/Ty7Hhd054AI/AAAAAAAAIf4/pxsffy7F71w/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J88tGjKPaKI/Ty7HnZxjsVI/AAAAAAAAIgI/4o_c-cGLeKw/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J88tGjKPaKI/Ty7HnZxjsVI/AAAAAAAAIgI/4o_c-cGLeKw/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a perfect day for the people I love most. I am so blessed to have married into such a wonderful family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5CgnhI1mV8/Ty7HpDZKTNI/AAAAAAAAIgQ/hNpF7tzhbWU/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5CgnhI1mV8/Ty7HpDZKTNI/AAAAAAAAIgQ/hNpF7tzhbWU/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3894127862609245873?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3894127862609245873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3894127862609245873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3894127862609245873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3894127862609245873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/02/dallon-natalies-wedding.html' title='Dallon &amp; Natalie&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Je9eSFXXAuA/TzCCa1OjCTI/AAAAAAAAIgY/XZLG2jtim0Y/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3015785982309218374</id><published>2012-01-31T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:28:26.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>This Auntie Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week, I decided to run into Carter's (real quick, haha) to buy a shirt for Preston for his birthday. And a shirt for Tyler so he could open a present on Preston's birthday too. Then I grabbed another shirt for each boy. Then I decided I wanted to get a few shirts for Valex and Daxsen too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This aunt has a hard time controlling herself when it comes to spoiling the nephews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So with my two shirts for each boy (so 8 shirts total) I walked up to the counter. Two things happened. The clerk informed me that socks were on sale. Socks? I told her that I didn't need socks. So she started to tell me just what a good deal it was. I informed her that I'm not the kind of aunt that buys socks. Those are lame and I am not a lame aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The second thing that happened, was&amp;nbsp;I saw a onesies that was to die for! Valex and Daxsen are my little rockstar nephews. If it has a guitar on it, I just can't resist getting it for them. Bonus if I can find the same thing for each boy. This onesie had a guitar on it and said "My Auntie Rocks." Of course I had to buy it for each boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh had stayed in the car while I ran into the store. I think he was shocked when I walked out with a bag of shirts. I'm so glad he doesn't seem to mind how much I love spoiling (and therefore spending) on my nephews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, after work, I went to see my sister and the boys so I could give them their new clothes. We both decided the onesies were so cute, we had to put them on a get a few pictures. Valex wasn't into the idea, so I didn't get a picture with both boys, but he warmed up for the camera later and let me take some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggcew6KMkrE/TygtxBsC8yI/AAAAAAAAIdI/G6SEMLgFcXc/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggcew6KMkrE/TygtxBsC8yI/AAAAAAAAIdI/G6SEMLgFcXc/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm so sad to see Daxsen get bigger. He is my go to baby when I need to get my baby cuddles in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GfNJyv44wY/TygtxwEs7uI/AAAAAAAAIdQ/gWfvp_hjxNw/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GfNJyv44wY/TygtxwEs7uI/AAAAAAAAIdQ/gWfvp_hjxNw/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Valex hamming it up for the camera with grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQ6YFBBQ9rw/TygtypogptI/AAAAAAAAIdY/tSmyATLz9O4/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQ6YFBBQ9rw/TygtypogptI/AAAAAAAAIdY/tSmyATLz9O4/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7tKBTm3yCg/TygtzXhdTaI/AAAAAAAAIdg/X6OdWYQidMc/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7tKBTm3yCg/TygtzXhdTaI/AAAAAAAAIdg/X6OdWYQidMc/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Christmas at my mom's was such a full house, we didn't get the tunnel out to play that I gave them. But I soon heard just how much Valex (and the cat) loved it. So while I was there last night I asked Vanessa to get it out. Valex immediately dove into it, climbed in and out, turned around in, hid in, etc. He was having a blast. I can't wait for Daxsen to get big enough that they can play together in it. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiDaIZiqc94/Tygt0qPmh9I/AAAAAAAAIdo/qGKz4AWTXIo/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiDaIZiqc94/Tygt0qPmh9I/AAAAAAAAIdo/qGKz4AWTXIo/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFP2Gt55Z8k/Tygt1dnsOWI/AAAAAAAAIdw/PGgLXYeZjc4/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFP2Gt55Z8k/Tygt1dnsOWI/AAAAAAAAIdw/PGgLXYeZjc4/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7JKcnq3Gko/Tygt29pma2I/AAAAAAAAId4/IhEzXcygvxc/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7JKcnq3Gko/Tygt29pma2I/AAAAAAAAId4/IhEzXcygvxc/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I left, Valex waved at me. Vanessa says he hardly waves to anyone but grandma. He just knows what an awesome aunt I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most aunts would probably wait until maybe Easter, or even birthday's, before buying more gifts. But I know me and I know that before long I will be back with more gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhb2OQVW_WQ/Tygt3nmSaRI/AAAAAAAAIeA/7H9e_zEqr38/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhb2OQVW_WQ/Tygt3nmSaRI/AAAAAAAAIeA/7H9e_zEqr38/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3015785982309218374?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3015785982309218374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3015785982309218374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3015785982309218374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3015785982309218374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-auntie-rocks.html' title='This Auntie Rocks'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggcew6KMkrE/TygtxBsC8yI/AAAAAAAAIdI/G6SEMLgFcXc/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-5262772093555654409</id><published>2012-01-30T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:12:40.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>Winter Subway Art</title><content type='html'>Since I put my Valentine's decor up yesterday, before putting this subway art together, I guess I'll display it next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPpNh3ooqJI/Tyaygou-m9I/AAAAAAAAIdA/yQY8ZNj54Jo/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPpNh3ooqJI/Tyaygou-m9I/AAAAAAAAIdA/yQY8ZNj54Jo/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I love how it turned out. I just ordered the Valentine's subway art for the &lt;a href="http://ideacloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idea Closet&lt;/a&gt;. ﻿After that, I'm hoping she'll do a St. Patrick's Day subway art and then I'll have one for each season of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-5262772093555654409?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/5262772093555654409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=5262772093555654409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/5262772093555654409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/5262772093555654409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-subway-art.html' title='Winter Subway Art'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPpNh3ooqJI/Tyaygou-m9I/AAAAAAAAIdA/yQY8ZNj54Jo/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7384956723049647554</id><published>2012-01-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:20:17.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Preston's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we went to Josh's parents to celebrate Preston's upcoming 5th Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited to give him this tooth fairy pillow I had made, along with five $1 bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67Lzi4LXMQ8/TyTFP47LCGI/AAAAAAAAIc4/JLZZkkdxOQM/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67Lzi4LXMQ8/TyTFP47LCGI/AAAAAAAAIc4/JLZZkkdxOQM/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also bought him a couple new shirts. I almost bought the blue shirt in orange (I love buying the clothes in orange), but this blue shirt was so pretty, I bought it instead. I'm so glad I did, its such a pretty color.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OGfLWbFkoY/TyTCGs05YfI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/Zs1nJtv6BMY/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OGfLWbFkoY/TyTCGs05YfI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/Zs1nJtv6BMY/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also bought Tyler a few shirts so he could have a present to open too. Josh says I spoil my nephews, he's probably right. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q8xG1Bnc40/TyTCIdoIKhI/AAAAAAAAIaA/Uvag2onJ-mQ/s1600/IMG_0013-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q8xG1Bnc40/TyTCIdoIKhI/AAAAAAAAIaA/Uvag2onJ-mQ/s320/IMG_0013-001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we got there, I was so excited to see both boys wearing their "I'd rather be with my aunt" shirts that I bought them for Christmas. It made my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUy2e0kmpLc/TyTCLq3h0WI/AAAAAAAAIaQ/qH6QTtqE5xY/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUy2e0kmpLc/TyTCLq3h0WI/AAAAAAAAIaQ/qH6QTtqE5xY/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston smiling for the camera before blowing out his candle. I always get a kick out of his smiles, he tries so hard that they turn out so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_QdwlJdJdE/TyTCOdEIugI/AAAAAAAAIag/ibeeGojGtLQ/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_QdwlJdJdE/TyTCOdEIugI/AAAAAAAAIag/ibeeGojGtLQ/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBQE4PqIgQ4/TyTCPyUE5QI/AAAAAAAAIao/Z7iPzcSO68Y/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBQE4PqIgQ4/TyTCPyUE5QI/AAAAAAAAIao/Z7iPzcSO68Y/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3wOTK6aKNZE/TyTCREI6zNI/AAAAAAAAIaw/g16EnaKAaBM/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3wOTK6aKNZE/TyTCREI6zNI/AAAAAAAAIaw/g16EnaKAaBM/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helping Tyler open his present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SgcuASirus/TyTCSWsvTnI/AAAAAAAAIa4/IAfa-SNLZTA/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SgcuASirus/TyTCSWsvTnI/AAAAAAAAIa4/IAfa-SNLZTA/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBA9tztXj1Q/TyTCkBwxyxI/AAAAAAAAIbI/MN_5-8-SWxs/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBA9tztXj1Q/TyTCkBwxyxI/AAAAAAAAIbI/MN_5-8-SWxs/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVv7XvKkA_o/TyTClT1KEsI/AAAAAAAAIbQ/zuwlAY76Qc0/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVv7XvKkA_o/TyTClT1KEsI/AAAAAAAAIbQ/zuwlAY76Qc0/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkMIxWuNfyg/TyTCmiTq1JI/AAAAAAAAIbY/lFscl3CLhPA/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkMIxWuNfyg/TyTCmiTq1JI/AAAAAAAAIbY/lFscl3CLhPA/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;started trying to put a shirt on, so I helped him. Then he was ready to play again and wouldn't even pause for a picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEwCsKVJQY0/TyTCnsLx26I/AAAAAAAAIbg/I6lCQd_pdcc/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEwCsKVJQY0/TyTCnsLx26I/AAAAAAAAIbg/I6lCQd_pdcc/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston opening his presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TtQE8sL60q8/TyTCpF_cqjI/AAAAAAAAIbo/So-A2SnV634/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TtQE8sL60q8/TyTCpF_cqjI/AAAAAAAAIbo/So-A2SnV634/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BuQa6BNDz4/TyTCqjUGLFI/AAAAAAAAIbw/B4OtEr8Zsgk/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BuQa6BNDz4/TyTCqjUGLFI/AAAAAAAAIbw/B4OtEr8Zsgk/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lcXLEwUVec/TyTCsMsul9I/AAAAAAAAIb4/-9g6J1pPeQI/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lcXLEwUVec/TyTCsMsul9I/AAAAAAAAIb4/-9g6J1pPeQI/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1d0WyTPUppM/TyTCtZkrkDI/AAAAAAAAIcA/zkpwiLUrARI/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1d0WyTPUppM/TyTCtZkrkDI/AAAAAAAAIcA/zkpwiLUrARI/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHIADhzdygM/TyTCulIFWeI/AAAAAAAAIcI/kZzXwp53Q5g/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHIADhzdygM/TyTCulIFWeI/AAAAAAAAIcI/kZzXwp53Q5g/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler LOVES his grandpa. Josh was trying to play with Tyler, but Tyler just wanted his grandpa. About the time I took this picture, Tyler told Josh "go to nanna." Another funny that afternoon was while Preston and&lt;br /&gt;I were walking back to grandma's house. He stopped to look at a cat and I told him to keep going. When he still wouldn't go, I told him I was cold because I didn't have my coat on. He looked at me and said "It's ok." Then he headed towards the house again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8mMS1LMLevo/TyTCv7yT2eI/AAAAAAAAIcQ/uxZzw7FjXUM/s1600/IMG_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8mMS1LMLevo/TyTCv7yT2eI/AAAAAAAAIcQ/uxZzw7FjXUM/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znawZj7ORh8/TyTCxCIGmjI/AAAAAAAAIcY/QX0XUKRTIWc/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znawZj7ORh8/TyTCxCIGmjI/AAAAAAAAIcY/QX0XUKRTIWc/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmk3CBy7M0I/TyTCyFxoJiI/AAAAAAAAIcg/60HXw_TNhE0/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmk3CBy7M0I/TyTCyFxoJiI/AAAAAAAAIcg/60HXw_TNhE0/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you asked Tyler to show you his teeth, this is the face he makes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ayvqoqhPoo/TyTCzbBeP5I/AAAAAAAAIco/i9qVle6vk3k/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ayvqoqhPoo/TyTCzbBeP5I/AAAAAAAAIco/i9qVle6vk3k/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just before we left Preston decided to put on one of his new shirts and pose for a picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7j7MNjEtI4/TyTC0sdzdUI/AAAAAAAAIcw/gTlE_ijD3-s/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7j7MNjEtI4/TyTC0sdzdUI/AAAAAAAAIcw/gTlE_ijD3-s/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also before we left, Barb gave us our birthday presents. Josh got a gift card to C-A-L Ranch and she gave me this pretty picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVpwsMpPPyQ/TyTCiqhPZvI/AAAAAAAAIbA/L2BidD8ULYY/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVpwsMpPPyQ/TyTCiqhPZvI/AAAAAAAAIbA/L2BidD8ULYY/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7384956723049647554?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7384956723049647554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7384956723049647554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7384956723049647554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7384956723049647554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/prestons-5th-birthday.html' title='Preston&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67Lzi4LXMQ8/TyTFP47LCGI/AAAAAAAAIc4/JLZZkkdxOQM/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-6071347495475096693</id><published>2012-01-28T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:49:26.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica saw this cute &lt;a href="http://justanotherhangup.blogspot.com/2011/04/manfred-tooth-pillow-pattern-is.html"&gt;tooth fairy pillow&lt;/a&gt; on Pinterst a while back. Since she has a few nieces and nephews old enough to loose teeth, she decided to make them as Christmas presents. When I saw how cute they were, and with Preston's birthday coming up, I decided to make one myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went over to Jessica's one night and she taught me the blanket stitch. I've always thought it is the cutest stitch but thought it looked impossible to do. I was delighted when she showed me just how easy it is to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpyR5YHsnMQ/TyS_cYNecpI/AAAAAAAAIZo/VIWtBOxnR6M/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpyR5YHsnMQ/TyS_cYNecpI/AAAAAAAAIZo/VIWtBOxnR6M/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BEEj3MawEs/TyS_eTxhGuI/AAAAAAAAIZw/FPEjKJFW1lw/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BEEj3MawEs/TyS_eTxhGuI/AAAAAAAAIZw/FPEjKJFW1lw/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also included a picture of a tooth and five $1 bills to help he see how it would work once he starts loosing teeth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzDX4ZCrdj4/TyS_bBpf_oI/AAAAAAAAIZg/b73JbbN8O7o/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzDX4ZCrdj4/TyS_bBpf_oI/AAAAAAAAIZg/b73JbbN8O7o/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-6071347495475096693?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6071347495475096693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=6071347495475096693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6071347495475096693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6071347495475096693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/tooth-fairy-pillow.html' title='Tooth Fairy Pillow'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpyR5YHsnMQ/TyS_cYNecpI/AAAAAAAAIZo/VIWtBOxnR6M/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-6481619287408201982</id><published>2012-01-26T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:47:08.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenge Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Resolutions'/><title type='text'>2012 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It was fun and fulfilling to set my own goals/resolutions in 2011, so I think I'll do it again this year. And just like last year, I've taken my sweet time trying to figure out what they will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Continue on my weight loss journey. It was a HUGE deal to loose 60 pounds last year, but I still hope to loose a bit more. I still haven't ever set a final goal, I am just going to trust my body to tell me when it is done. So for now, I'll just say, I'd like to loose another 10-30 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise. Yes, I think this does need to be a separate goal. Exercise is what has helped me loose so much weight. I'm sure I could have lost weight just changing my eating habits, but not near as fast. I've also come to terms that I will probably have to exercise the rest of my life just to maintain once I hit my goal weight. I'm hoping at that point, I'll be able to cut back and not have to exercise as much. But still, I know that if I don't want to put the weight back on, exercise is key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a handle on our finances. I know I'm overstressed because of all the upcoming things in the next&amp;nbsp;few months, but I think if I had planned ahead better, the stress wouldn't be so bad. In 2010, I was paid ahead on all our bills so I didn't have to worry about them through the winter months when life gets crazy. I didn't do that last year and now I'm wishing I had. It has been so stressful, I even&amp;nbsp;put off&amp;nbsp;my own&amp;nbsp;birthday presents! (But they will be here soon enough.)&amp;nbsp;Then, I just want to spend less and save more. The cruise is just over 3 months away and I still need to pay a little bit more to get it paid off (which I think I'll be able to do in about 2 weeks). Then I just need to turn right around and start saving for excursions and souvenirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to cook more at home. Its so much healthier and cheaper. Well, actually we don't eat out a lot. Our problem is more that come dinner time we have no dinner menu and therefore no groceries. So then we rummage around in the freezer for elk streaks or frozen pizza. Steak is not my favorite thing and even I can get sick of pizza after a while. So I'm going to work harder at planning out weekly menus. Thanks to Pinterest, this is so much easier then it used to be. And when Josh is back to working out of town, I want to be better about cooking for myself and not eat&amp;nbsp;cereal in place of dinner each night. &lt;br /&gt;5. Don't be so wasteful. I am so bad at buying stuff for meals and either over buying what I need, or forgetting what I bought and then it goes to waste. One night we decided to make Pizza Monkey Bread. I was worried I wouldn't have enough pepperoni, but I found 4 packages! (Two of them were opened and half gone, so it was more like 2 new packages and 2 partial used packages.) Another day, I called Josh at home to check for cream cheese in the fridge. I thought I had some, but wasn't sure how old it was. He found two, BOTH were expired, one of which expired in February 2011. I need to find a better way to organize my small kitchen so this doesn't keep happening. I don't want to throw anymore food away. Already we've been working on this. I can't believe how much cheese was in my fridge! We've been working hard to use up what is the fridge before doing any grocery shopping. Next I need to move on to my cupboards and what horrors of waste lay there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I follow a blog that has participated in this 40 day challenge. The first year she got rid of 40 bags of junk in 40 days. The 2nd year she completed 40 craft project in 40 days. So I'm not really sure what the whole idea is, or if this is something she made up on her own, or found on a different blog. But the point is that my house needs dejunked. So I want to try and get rid of 40 bags or boxes of stuff, but I'm giving myself all year to do it. I'm hoping to get in a yard sale this year and that will help me get rid of a lot of stuff. If not, there is always the DI. Or the garbage can. &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-6481619287408201982?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6481619287408201982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=6481619287408201982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6481619287408201982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6481619287408201982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-resolutions.html' title='2012 Resolutions'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7776279015085499267</id><published>2012-01-26T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T20:15:20.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Books Read in 2012</title><content type='html'>"The Host" &amp;nbsp;by Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;"Lemon Tart" by Josi S. Kilpack&lt;br /&gt;"English Trifle" by Josi S. Kilpack&lt;br /&gt;"Devil's Food Cake" By Josi S. Kilpack&lt;br /&gt;"Family By Design" by Heather Justesen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Key Lime Pie" by Josi S. Kilpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7776279015085499267?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7776279015085499267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7776279015085499267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7776279015085499267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7776279015085499267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/books-read-in-2012.html' title='Books Read in 2012'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-8094161289665139237</id><published>2012-01-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:44:23.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Years 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The day after our New Year's party I got a text from Jessica saying that they had so much fun the night before, they wanted to celebrate Chinese New Year too. So last night we went to Andrew &amp;amp; Jessica's for a (mostly) Chinese dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica and I had found these cute hats in the city and decided to buy them for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5nuBVfGiS8/Tx8rNBH-QhI/AAAAAAAAIXA/mt2lPPS22ug/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5nuBVfGiS8/Tx8rNBH-QhI/AAAAAAAAIXA/mt2lPPS22ug/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew, being the character that he is, wore his through all of dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZPRvxJbBBQ/Tx8rOxjmOvI/AAAAAAAAIXI/-yPb5mTeFMc/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZPRvxJbBBQ/Tx8rOxjmOvI/AAAAAAAAIXI/-yPb5mTeFMc/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kim &amp;amp; Brandon making a Chinese pose for their picture. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K72D2ffFLTk/Tx8rPzhONwI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/aGxICaqidQ4/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K72D2ffFLTk/Tx8rPzhONwI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/aGxICaqidQ4/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dinner table just as we're sitting down to eat. It was all so delicious!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KmMqR04osuA/Tx8sEOEogxI/AAAAAAAAIXY/6jXYNW2Ty6M/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KmMqR04osuA/Tx8sEOEogxI/AAAAAAAAIXY/6jXYNW2Ty6M/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pineapplegirlcookbook.blogspot.com/2012/01/ham-fried-rice.html"&gt;Ham Fried Rice﻿&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4-ukYExFrQ/Tx8sHCShHlI/AAAAAAAAIXg/Wdz80g76LII/s1600/IMG_1460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4-ukYExFrQ/Tx8sHCShHlI/AAAAAAAAIXg/Wdz80g76LII/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/01/bulgogi.html"&gt;Bulgogi&lt;/a&gt;, which is actually Korean, but Andrew thought it sounded good, so we had it too. I get nervous about trying new stuff, but when I saw it cooking, I recognized it as something my mom used to cook. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOI2jvSfVbM/Tx8sIHxC1QI/AAAAAAAAIXo/0IgBEMDaxWQ/s1600/IMG_1461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOI2jvSfVbM/Tx8sIHxC1QI/AAAAAAAAIXo/0IgBEMDaxWQ/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in charge of dessert and decided to do something more&amp;nbsp;Americanized, &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/01/raspberry-lemonade-bars.html"&gt;Raspberry Lemonade bars&lt;/a&gt;. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEY9h63zlrg/Tx8sX0pArXI/AAAAAAAAIXw/A3g369JZ60w/s1600/IMG_1459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEY9h63zlrg/Tx8sX0pArXI/AAAAAAAAIXw/A3g369JZ60w/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, the &lt;a href="http://pineapplegirlcookbook.blogspot.com/2012/01/wontons.html"&gt;wontons&lt;/a&gt; were the best part of the meal. We had sausage wontons and cream cheese wontons. I ate just as many at dinner as I did before dinner while they were cooking. I was stuffed by the end of the night!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNul3P6BAbs/Tx8sYfGJqqI/AAAAAAAAIX4/YJVp-ghxZrk/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNul3P6BAbs/Tx8sYfGJqqI/AAAAAAAAIX4/YJVp-ghxZrk/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love dinner parties at Jessica's because she always has the cutest decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3ms4B3Y8hY/Tx8vX038vzI/AAAAAAAAIY4/6qtrTfnMToU/s1600/IMG_1453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3ms4B3Y8hY/Tx8vX038vzI/AAAAAAAAIY4/6qtrTfnMToU/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls each got a hat, chopsticks and a fan. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VY_7P_tHK0o/Tx8scoAdRjI/AAAAAAAAIYI/AZX-uOX_K4M/s1600/IMG_1456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VY_7P_tHK0o/Tx8scoAdRjI/AAAAAAAAIYI/AZX-uOX_K4M/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys each got a hat, chopsticks and a Chinese finger trap.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvJNG9X_XTk/Tx8sdypMOCI/AAAAAAAAIYQ/JA0ulTlG1eA/s1600/IMG_1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvJNG9X_XTk/Tx8sdypMOCI/AAAAAAAAIYQ/JA0ulTlG1eA/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh was determined to eat with his chopsticks. He did eat quite a bit with the chopsticks, but about halfway through dinner I noticed he had switched to a fork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mml0o7Y5lfc/Tx8sgCX4o_I/AAAAAAAAIYY/bBt1F4byl9s/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mml0o7Y5lfc/Tx8sgCX4o_I/AAAAAAAAIYY/bBt1F4byl9s/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am more of a fork eater, but did try out the chopsticks for a few bites.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0QgN2gQbEGA/Tx8shS0NCvI/AAAAAAAAIYg/YReXweD8vyw/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0QgN2gQbEGA/Tx8shS0NCvI/AAAAAAAAIYg/YReXweD8vyw/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihhRw8rOOKU/Tx8sjnq-UCI/AAAAAAAAIYo/v3I6f-3Y5Ng/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihhRw8rOOKU/Tx8sjnq-UCI/AAAAAAAAIYo/v3I6f-3Y5Ng/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so blessed to have these friends be a part of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoHMYZ2SuBw/Tx8soxyGK6I/AAAAAAAAIYw/awFY0rPlhDE/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoHMYZ2SuBw/Tx8soxyGK6I/AAAAAAAAIYw/awFY0rPlhDE/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-8094161289665139237?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8094161289665139237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=8094161289665139237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8094161289665139237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8094161289665139237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-years-2012.html' title='Chinese New Years 2012'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5nuBVfGiS8/Tx8rNBH-QhI/AAAAAAAAIXA/mt2lPPS22ug/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-2821189957167845669</id><published>2012-01-24T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:05:11.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Meeting Heather Justesen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since Jessica introduced Heather Justesen's books to me in book club last year, I have been hooked. So when Jessica told me Heather Justesen would be doing a book signing for her new book, I had to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had been planning our city trip for a few weeks. Winter has been pretty calm this year, but on the day of our trip it was like nature realized the dial was set to early spring when it should have really been sit to winter. Ugh, we have had such gorgeous weather up until the day we headed to the city. At one point, we thought about turning around the roads were so nasty, but we travelled on knowing that we would most likely end up having to stay the night and come home the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After some shopping in Salt Lake we headed to Provo to the book signing. This is the 3rd year (in a row) that I have been able to meet an author. Now it feels like a tradition I'll have to keep up each year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yB07jh-aq8/Tx8Z3uQCTdI/AAAAAAAAIWY/hqN-zn7fMmU/s1600/IMG_1441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yB07jh-aq8/Tx8Z3uQCTdI/AAAAAAAAIWY/hqN-zn7fMmU/s320/IMG_1441.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Family by Design" is her newest book and so far I am in love with it. Jessica had the ebook version of "Blank Slate" and she lent me her copy to read. I was so excited to see that Heather Justesen has come out with a hard copy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixs1R_nvysI/Tx8Z40FLMCI/AAAAAAAAIWg/6iy61-O9Nuk/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixs1R_nvysI/Tx8Z40FLMCI/AAAAAAAAIWg/6iy61-O9Nuk/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgA0E443fFQ/Tx8Z51Rs3uI/AAAAAAAAIWo/_DvvjQvpjmw/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgA0E443fFQ/Tx8Z51Rs3uI/AAAAAAAAIWo/_DvvjQvpjmw/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, we did have to stay the night in Provo. Jessica had talked to her sister earlier in the day and she was going out of town, but promised to leave us a key just in case. We were so grateful for that. We had heard that Parley's was closed so we knew we didn't want to try going home, but the next day we learned that Provo Canyon had been closed too, so even if we had tried to go home, we would have been stopped and told to go back to Provo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqWernma8n0/Tx8Z7NenIBI/AAAAAAAAIWw/vBFaKLWMAOQ/s1600/IMG_1445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqWernma8n0/Tx8Z7NenIBI/AAAAAAAAIWw/vBFaKLWMAOQ/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-2821189957167845669?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2821189957167845669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=2821189957167845669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2821189957167845669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2821189957167845669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/meeting-heather-justesen.html' title='Meeting Heather Justesen'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yB07jh-aq8/Tx8Z3uQCTdI/AAAAAAAAIWY/hqN-zn7fMmU/s72-c/IMG_1441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-8770904281872159543</id><published>2012-01-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:43:29.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><title type='text'>Natalie's Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe Dallon is getting married in THREE weeks. I'm so excited for Natalie to join our family and to get a new sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her bridal shower was in Loa this weekend. I really wanted to go, but in the end I didn't because Josh had been out of state for TWO weeks and I wanted to be home when he got home. I knew if I was in Loa when he got home, I would be a bear to those around me. It was a hard decision to make, but in the end I was glad I was home the second Josh walked in the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still wanted to send a present down with Barb. I asked a ton of people for ideas, and every one said the same thing: cleaning supplies. So I decided to buy a nice laundry basket and fill it with some of my favorite things. The basket included: Paper towels, toilet paper, a dust pan &amp;amp; small broom, Windex, Pinesol, dish soap, Zout, Clorox wipes, Scrubbing Bubbles, Comet, garbage bags, laundry detergent and an extension cord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cmeyexww-R8/TxW_bFZwmGI/AAAAAAAAIVQ/xqRUOHCairM/s1600/IMG_1427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cmeyexww-R8/TxW_bFZwmGI/AAAAAAAAIVQ/xqRUOHCairM/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided it was too big to wrap, but I still wanted to put a bow on it. I work with a lady who ties really cute bows, but I forgot to take some ribbon to work with me. So before taking the basket to Barb, to take to Loa, I whipped together this bow with purple tulle. I've already forgot how I did it, but I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUYagWgR64I/TxW_b1iYAAI/AAAAAAAAIVY/jjd70YBIlfM/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUYagWgR64I/TxW_b1iYAAI/AAAAAAAAIVY/jjd70YBIlfM/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-8770904281872159543?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8770904281872159543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=8770904281872159543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8770904281872159543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8770904281872159543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/natalies-bridal-shower.html' title='Natalie&apos;s Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cmeyexww-R8/TxW_bFZwmGI/AAAAAAAAIVQ/xqRUOHCairM/s72-c/IMG_1427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3948009173633183977</id><published>2012-01-17T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:34:29.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last night, Josh cooked dinner to celebrate my birthday. I asked for one of my new favorite meals, &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/01/chicken-parmesan-wraps.html"&gt;Chicken Parmesan Wraps&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gicfGZgMKs8/TxW-WpMCPfI/AAAAAAAAIVI/2grvQ5mjra8/s1600/IMG_1429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gicfGZgMKs8/TxW-WpMCPfI/AAAAAAAAIVI/2grvQ5mjra8/s320/IMG_1429.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We also had sparkling Apple Cider and &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/cranberry-cake.html"&gt;Cranberry Cake&lt;/a&gt; for dessert. But I was too excited for dessert to remember to take a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This morning when I was packing my lunch, I decided to take a couple of these. Then I told Josh to make sure I get to eat the last one. I get disappointed when I think about my favorite leftovers in the fridge, for dinner, only to find he already ate them. Now to just wait until I get my birthday presents. :) (Its me calling for the wait before ordering. Josh told me to go ahead and order now, but I want to take care of some other financial stuff first. But then look out, I am going to be spoiled!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3948009173633183977?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3948009173633183977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3948009173633183977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3948009173633183977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3948009173633183977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/belated-birthday-dinner.html' title='Belated Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gicfGZgMKs8/TxW-WpMCPfI/AAAAAAAAIVI/2grvQ5mjra8/s72-c/IMG_1429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3640793408204889419</id><published>2012-01-11T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:15:21.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaby'/><title type='text'>Playing Fetch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sage doesn't fetch. Josh has worked with her a little bit, but not a lot. So imagine my surprise when Gaby started playing fetch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week, she found a gray string, like a shoelace or from a hoodie, I'm really not sure where this string even came from. So I've let her keep it as "her" string. Yesterday, while riding my exercise bike, she was at my side being a pest. She claws at my butt and my feet, she really is good at being a pest. Finally I picked up the string and threw it across the room to distract her. It worked! Until she picked it up and drug it back to me. Then she started to cry, chew and claw at me again. So I tossed the string again. And again, she went to get it and brought it back to me. We did this for 10 minutes! Then I was done with my exercising, so I went about my day and got ready for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It seems to be her new favorite thing. This morning when I got on my bike, she was immediately there at my side crying. There was no string so I tried to ignore her. But she is a persistent little thing. Finally, I had to pause my bike and go find the string. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I threw it in the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AApnDemYcIQ/Tw3Odxonb5I/AAAAAAAAIT4/epJrvn28Ruk/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AApnDemYcIQ/Tw3Odxonb5I/AAAAAAAAIT4/epJrvn28Ruk/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She brought it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I threw it across the front room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gt4NmcMkX-c/Tw3OeggBbHI/AAAAAAAAIUA/Kr9-3CahVtw/s1600/IMG_1416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gt4NmcMkX-c/Tw3OeggBbHI/AAAAAAAAIUA/Kr9-3CahVtw/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She brought it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿We did this for several minutes, she doesn't seem to tire of it. I throw it on the couch, she brings it back. I throw it across the room, she brings it back. I throw it on the recliner, she doesn't see it, so she cries and&amp;nbsp;is a pest, until I pick her up and put her next to it. Then she brings it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite place to&amp;nbsp;throw it is in the kitchen because she&amp;nbsp;slides across the tile while trying to come to a stop to pick up the string. Its also the hardest&amp;nbsp;throw, because I have to throw behind me and then turn at an awkward angle to watch her go get it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do this until I realize I've missed something big on the Netflix I'm watching, or I get tired of throwing it.&amp;nbsp;Then &amp;nbsp;I try to ignore her. She doesn't like being ignored, and I don't like her claws digging into me. She gives me about 5 seconds after dropping the string by my side before she starts crying. Then I have about another 5 seconds before she starts clawing at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first 5 seconds of peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWR-BKXqNCc/Tw3OgCeiuFI/AAAAAAAAIUI/pGh6qbtBaPQ/s1600/IMG_1418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWR-BKXqNCc/Tw3OgCeiuFI/AAAAAAAAIUI/pGh6qbtBaPQ/s320/IMG_1418.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she starts crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5Pl55hUs_c/Tw3OhtUlfdI/AAAAAAAAIUQ/Jkao8B4Nqs0/s1600/IMG_1417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5Pl55hUs_c/Tw3OhtUlfdI/AAAAAAAAIUQ/Jkao8B4Nqs0/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have never a kitten like this one, that is for sure. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3640793408204889419?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3640793408204889419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3640793408204889419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3640793408204889419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3640793408204889419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/playing-fetch.html' title='Playing Fetch'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AApnDemYcIQ/Tw3Odxonb5I/AAAAAAAAIT4/epJrvn28Ruk/s72-c/IMG_1415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-6835661896181921337</id><published>2012-01-11T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:17:27.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><title type='text'>My 29th birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday was pretty low key this year, for a few reasons. I want a few big items for my presents, but due to other financial obligations, I've decided its best to wait until I go and get spoiled. And the hubs was out of state hunting, so for the most part it was just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, I made a new cookie recipe, &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2012/01/hot-chocolate-cookies.html"&gt;Hot Chocolate Cookies&lt;/a&gt;, to take to work and share. They were so yummy, much better then birthday cake. Even though I'll still have birthday cake once Josh gets home. :)&amp;nbsp;He's going to make me my favorite, &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/cranberry-cake.html"&gt;Cranberry Cake&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I spent all day getting love over the phone and facebook from my family and friends. That made me feel extra special. Then last night, Jessica and I went to dinner at my favorite restaurant Casa Rios. I was sad to not spend my birthday with my husband, but spending it with my best friend was just as good. She gave me one of the Rascal Flatts cd's I didn't have yet and then some Pampered Chef tongs that had been discontinued before I feel in love with Pampered Chef. She has had a set like them for years, and each time I use them at her house I can't stop saying how much I love them. But when I started ordering from Pampered Chef, they had changed the design of these tongs. I bought them anyways, but was sad to not get the same ones as Jessica. I guess she spent quite a bit of time on eBay trying to find them for me. I was so excited to get them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfPlJ4lLM5c/Tw20rIe49dI/AAAAAAAAITo/gM5oR_YGvlE/s1600/IMG_1421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfPlJ4lLM5c/Tw20rIe49dI/AAAAAAAAITo/gM5oR_YGvlE/s320/IMG_1421.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last weekend I bought myself one small present, a new camera case for my digital camera. I was at the Coach store with Jessica when I found it for 50% off and I had a coupon for another 30% off! I couldn't pass that deal up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hqV30R77Fjo/Tw20bWV3eOI/AAAAAAAAITg/p0_hxGsOJpo/s1600/IMG_1422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hqV30R77Fjo/Tw20bWV3eOI/AAAAAAAAITg/p0_hxGsOJpo/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Gaby was also excited to get her own Coach bag. My purchase bag was on the floor and she has hauled it all around the house. Now I can't bear to throw it away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7GflBWwie0s/Tw21mqQP76I/AAAAAAAAITw/na4e8D2gKRY/s1600/IMG_1412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7GflBWwie0s/Tw21mqQP76I/AAAAAAAAITw/na4e8D2gKRY/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hopefully very soon I'll be able to get the rest of my presents. I want a Kindle Fire, an exercise trampoline, another Rascal Flatts cd, and well, I'm not sure what else. But since I'm waiting I'm sure I'll come up with something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-6835661896181921337?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6835661896181921337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=6835661896181921337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6835661896181921337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6835661896181921337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-29th-birthday.html' title='My 29th birthday'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfPlJ4lLM5c/Tw20rIe49dI/AAAAAAAAITo/gM5oR_YGvlE/s72-c/IMG_1421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-259513129256940944</id><published>2012-01-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:43:01.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><title type='text'>January Swap Group - Snowmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With my cooking class in November and then December being the holidays, I hadn't been to swap group since October. No wonder I was having craft with drawls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we got together at Felicity's home. She had found a cute snowman pattern online and choose that for her project. She got her husband to cut everything out for us, and then we got together to paint and assemble them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYq-Hxz4Kjc/TwSfog1DkEI/AAAAAAAAISc/eq8h_7Idf_M/s1600/IMG_1401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYq-Hxz4Kjc/TwSfog1DkEI/AAAAAAAAISc/eq8h_7Idf_M/s320/IMG_1401.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every one's snowman turned out so cute. I love how when we all do the same project, our personalities shine through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xenB6K3UwqI/TwSfqCIV2RI/AAAAAAAAISk/5sCNy65bADo/s1600/IMG_1409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xenB6K3UwqI/TwSfqCIV2RI/AAAAAAAAISk/5sCNy65bADo/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My snowman. I still need to finish his sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIrAb56_V5c/TwSfrSRIpFI/AAAAAAAAISs/D9jfDNCJR3U/s1600/IMG_1406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIrAb56_V5c/TwSfrSRIpFI/AAAAAAAAISs/D9jfDNCJR3U/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-259513129256940944?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/259513129256940944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=259513129256940944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/259513129256940944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/259513129256940944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-swap-group-snowmen.html' title='January Swap Group - Snowmen'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYq-Hxz4Kjc/TwSfog1DkEI/AAAAAAAAISc/eq8h_7Idf_M/s72-c/IMG_1401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7735842761640347832</id><published>2011-12-31T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:26:38.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year, we decided to do another fondue party (I think its now tradition). And just like last year, we had way too much food, but it was all so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxaOUInazYw/TwR5m9yZcEI/AAAAAAAAIRg/n93f6yO3MgQ/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxaOUInazYw/TwR5m9yZcEI/AAAAAAAAIRg/n93f6yO3MgQ/s320/IMG_1378.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were excited that Todd &amp;amp; Randi (and their cute little boy) could join us for the night. The gummy bears and marshmallows were a big hit for the little guy. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwrxXapqFq4/TwR5oNsbBCI/AAAAAAAAIRo/dSBIxIhme80/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwrxXapqFq4/TwR5oNsbBCI/AAAAAAAAIRo/dSBIxIhme80/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since everything was so good last year, we decided to make all the sauces again. We had &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/01/parmesan-fondue.html"&gt;Parmesan Fondue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/01/cider-cheese-fondue.html"&gt;Cider Cheese Fondue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/01/strawberry-fondue.html"&gt;Strawberry Fondue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://andrewjessicaandacat.blogspot.com/2010/10/aunt-kays-buttery-caramel-sauce.html"&gt;Caramel sauce&lt;/a&gt; and melted chocolate. It was all so good! For a while we just all stood around the crockpots dipping our food. I don't think it was until round two (of many rounds) of eating that we finally started using plates. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ndAkbl4GNc/TwR5pGyBCkI/AAAAAAAAIRw/DecmOa9cm-M/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ndAkbl4GNc/TwR5pGyBCkI/AAAAAAAAIRw/DecmOa9cm-M/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also had meat for the guys. Josh brought elk steaks (sorry no picture of that). Then Kim &amp;amp; Brandon brought meatballs and the little mini hot dogs. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NChkb0Dz6PM/TwR5qJaRLOI/AAAAAAAAIR4/GT1XoEE3CdY/s1600/IMG_1381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NChkb0Dz6PM/TwR5qJaRLOI/AAAAAAAAIR4/GT1XoEE3CdY/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they also brought bacon wrapped tator tots. Those were such a hit, they were halfway gone before I could get a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c2F6v66yEk/TwR5rIYZPoI/AAAAAAAAISA/Tlt_SxifzIw/s1600/IMG_1382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c2F6v66yEk/TwR5rIYZPoI/AAAAAAAAISA/Tlt_SxifzIw/s320/IMG_1382.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We each got some fun new Wii games for Christmas, so we spent the night playing Rock Band, Guitar Hero, Just Dance 3, a Broadway Dance game, Mario Cart and other games. We always have such a blast with everyone when we get together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At midnight we watched the ball drop (well, I guess that was a replay for us since we are 2 hours behind). Then we went outside and lit off a few fireworks that were left over from July. Thankfully it wasn't near as cold as last year. In fact, Josh says it was 64 degrees warmer then last year. Last year, when we got to the party it was a negative 32 degrees. This year it was 32 degrees, but in the positives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odryaIDf-RQ/TwR5sMOETbI/AAAAAAAAISI/0J74ZtRnCQw/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odryaIDf-RQ/TwR5sMOETbI/AAAAAAAAISI/0J74ZtRnCQw/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mt_7KNZoDAg/TwR5tesH_aI/AAAAAAAAISQ/TskFd-VCtkA/s1600/IMG_1395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mt_7KNZoDAg/TwR5tesH_aI/AAAAAAAAISQ/TskFd-VCtkA/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Josh ﻿and I stayed the night at Andrew &amp;amp; Jessica's and the next morning we went out to breakfast. Because of our small town, it was hard to find somewhere open. We had a blast and are already talking about what we want to do next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7735842761640347832?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7735842761640347832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7735842761640347832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7735842761640347832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7735842761640347832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve-2011.html' title='New Years Eve 2011'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxaOUInazYw/TwR5m9yZcEI/AAAAAAAAIRg/n93f6yO3MgQ/s72-c/IMG_1378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-6951100519134840873</id><published>2011-12-31T22:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:48:40.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenge Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><title type='text'>2011 Resultions - The Results</title><content type='html'>I didn't quite meet all of my resolutions for 2011, but really, this was the 1st year I've actually wrote out a list of resolutions, so just that was a big deal for me. Then to see how well I did on them, that was a big deal too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Craft more. Yep, I did that. I had gotten specific and said I wanted to get into card making. I started out strong on that. But then I seemed to burn out. I did make &lt;a href="http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-cards.html"&gt;Mother's Day cards&lt;/a&gt; for our moms and grandma's and I think they each loved getting a handmade card for me. Also this year, I handmade my Christmas cards. I made about 80 and I think that is what burned me out on cards. But I made enough that I already have next years cards ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand made most of my Christmas gifts again and LOVED that. My scrapbooks turned out so wonderful. And I loved making the &lt;a href="http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/tile-coasters.html"&gt;coasters&lt;/a&gt; and now seeing them around the office. I think my favorite craft of the year was my &lt;a href="http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/nephew-blocks.html"&gt;nephew blocks&lt;/a&gt;; I love looking at those every day. I'll just stare at them and think "what cute nephews I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise. This is the goal I set already planning on failing. Getting in shape seems to be EVERY ONE'S goal so I felt pressured to make sure it was on my list. When I set this goal I had NO idea that I would end the year 5 sizes smaller and 60 pounds lighter! What an amazing feeling. I worked hard, but it paid off. And I am proud of myself, I showed the world that you can make it a New Year's Resolution to loose weight and follow through with it. Well, I did set it in January, but didn't actually work on it until March. But 10 months of the year is pretty good, if I must say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Save for a cruise. Let's just say that I'm still working on this one. And since the cruise is only 4 months away its time I got serious. But it is booked and our passports are in the process of being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Housework. Hm, maybe this will have to be on next years list too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay the truck off. I LOVE paying off vehicles, but it feels even better to pay them off early. :) I think overall, we paid it off 7 months earlier then our term on the loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Health issues. My PCOS did fine, right up until the end of the year. I'm now on a new period regulation pill (aka birth control, but I have the no sperm for that), hopefully it will help get my body back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had some foot pain that I finally addressed. I can't remember when, but it was around May, I finally went to see a doctor. My right foot has always hurt. I can't remember a time when it didn't. Some days its not too bad, but other days I can't hardly walk on it. Turns out I have plantar fasciitis. My doctor was great and talked about all of my options. I ended up leaving with some semi-custom arch supports and a cortisone shot. The arch support don't fit in most of my shoes, but I have found that Sketcher's Shape Up shoes work just as well. I have a pair of sneakers for exercise and then some nicer dress type shoes for work. But sometimes I still cave and wear my sexy shoes. By the end of the day my feet are killing me, so I don't do that often. Some other things that help are some foot stretching exercises (that I never remember to do) and icing my foot when the pain is bad. The best way is to freeze a pop bottle full of water. Then I can just roll my foot over it. The cortisone shot helped for about 6 weeks, then the pain slowly came back. It took me until December to finally go get another shot. This one has not worked as well. Right now I'm undecided about what I want to do. My doctor told me there is a surgery I can have, but I'm not ready to consider that, at least not yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Just enjoy life more. 2011 was an awesome year for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to decide on some goals for 2012....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-6951100519134840873?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6951100519134840873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=6951100519134840873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6951100519134840873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6951100519134840873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-resultions-results.html' title='2011 Resultions - The Results'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7392973403219654264</id><published>2011-12-31T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:08:40.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In December, I got a few kits from the &lt;a href="http://ideacloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idea Closet&lt;/a&gt;. But because it was such a busy month, I was only able to get one put together. I'll just have to get the other kits done before next Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZTCnJAzxhA/TwR5IL8oN2I/AAAAAAAAIRU/ToD2o15fxDc/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZTCnJAzxhA/TwR5IL8oN2I/AAAAAAAAIRU/ToD2o15fxDc/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7392973403219654264?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7392973403219654264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7392973403219654264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7392973403219654264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7392973403219654264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree-kit.html' title='Christmas Tree Kit'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZTCnJAzxhA/TwR5IL8oN2I/AAAAAAAAIRU/ToD2o15fxDc/s72-c/IMG_1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-333514716930829555</id><published>2011-12-31T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:06:13.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Books Read in 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a list of the books I read in 2011. Eighty-seven books total.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Run Away Home" by Jennie Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Journey Home" by Jennie Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Coming Home" by Jennie Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"When Tomorrow Comes" by Jennie Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Once Upon a Time Series "Water Song" by Suzanne Weyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"The Highwayman of Tanglewood" by Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Search for the Bark Warwick" by Sherry Ann Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Search for the Bark Warwick II" by Sherry Ann Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"The River Path" by Jennie Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"A Crimson Frost" by Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Saphyre Snow" by Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Beneath the Honeysuckle Vine" by Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"The Visions of Ranson Lake" by Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Charly" Jack Weyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Sam" Jack Weyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Mark of Royalty"&amp;nbsp; by Jennifer K. Clark &amp;amp; Stephonie K. Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Courting Miss Lancaster" Sarah M Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Adam's Story" by Jack Weyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Once Upon a Time Series "The Night Dance" by Suzanne Weyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Kissing Cousins" by Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Flower of the Winds" by Dorothy Keddington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" by J. 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font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"The Chimney Sweep Charm" Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6f3c1b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Romantic Vignettes" by Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-333514716930829555?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/333514716930829555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=333514716930829555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/333514716930829555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/333514716930829555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/books-read-in-2011.html' title='Books Read in 2011'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7077910666428108931</id><published>2011-12-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:01:15.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Josh's 30th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh turned 30 yesterday. He thinks that makes him an old man. :p But since 30 isn't that far for me, I refuse to believe 30 is old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6w_qmYIZso/Tvt7aYem-HI/AAAAAAAAIQw/6i7J8lsY2ao/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6w_qmYIZso/Tvt7aYem-HI/AAAAAAAAIQw/6i7J8lsY2ao/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We weren't able to really surprise each other for Christmas, but I was able to figure out a few surprises for his birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWMC0O3kqP8/Tvt7bBCXa7I/AAAAAAAAIQ4/RacjRy0-sYc/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWMC0O3kqP8/Tvt7bBCXa7I/AAAAAAAAIQ4/RacjRy0-sYc/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's been complaining that he needs a new ice fishing pole. I was nervous to buy it on my own. I tried out a few in the store and then bought my favorite. I lucked out and bought the exact one he's been looking at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52z2IEqYjF8/Tvt7b1VfZTI/AAAAAAAAIRA/ijmOO8VmMAM/s1600/IMG_1375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52z2IEqYjF8/Tvt7b1VfZTI/AAAAAAAAIRA/ijmOO8VmMAM/s320/IMG_1375.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's also been complaining that he needed more coyote traps. One day I got him to mention a specific kind. I knew the website he likes to buy from, so I went there and was able to find them pretty easy. But since I'm addicted to Amazon and get free shipping on most items, I decided to check there first. I was surprised Amazon had them, but they did and for the exact same price. So I ordered from Amazon. Then when Josh would ask about his birthday I would just tell him, "I found something on Amazon I'm pretty sure you'll like." He had no idea! He was thrilled when he opened the box to see it had SIX coyote traps inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of his birthday loot included a box of cinnamon muddy bears and 2 new Wii games, Guitar Hero 5 and a Cabela's hunting game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His birthday cake turned out kind of disastrous, so no picture of it. He wanted a chocolate cake with his grandma's fluffy white frosting. Usually I just make a regular cake and frost the top, but this time I wanted to make a round cake. Turns out the frosting is gooey and won't stick to the cake, gravity slowly pushes it downward. By the time we were ready to eat it, the cake was only covered in a thin layer of frosting and the rest had pooled around the bottom of the cake. But it was still delish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfOroT95gzM/Tvt-1nfQijI/AAAAAAAAIRI/4s-443_HF9E/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfOroT95gzM/Tvt-1nfQijI/AAAAAAAAIRI/4s-443_HF9E/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7077910666428108931?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7077910666428108931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7077910666428108931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7077910666428108931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7077910666428108931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/joshs-30th-birthday.html' title='Josh&apos;s 30th Birthday'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6w_qmYIZso/Tvt7aYem-HI/AAAAAAAAIQw/6i7J8lsY2ao/s72-c/IMG_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7922194622009012591</id><published>2011-12-27T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:39:08.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our presents, wrapped in paper to match the colors of our tree. Can you tell I have OCD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cMZ9TOoVy0/TvoSSGmDgUI/AAAAAAAAIOY/PtA4MXfeIkg/s1600/Our+gifts+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cMZ9TOoVy0/TvoSSGmDgUI/AAAAAAAAIOY/PtA4MXfeIkg/s320/Our+gifts+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the 10 years we've been married, we've never done stockings. But this year we decided to start. On a side note, there is a tree skirt that matches my stocking. It was sold out this year, but I hope to get it before next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JW-2KajzfZ8/TvoSTesKKKI/AAAAAAAAIOg/SkDyTuLfaxo/s1600/Our+gifts+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JW-2KajzfZ8/TvoSTesKKKI/AAAAAAAAIOg/SkDyTuLfaxo/s320/Our+gifts+%25284%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ptfr6JidF1c/TvoSVanY6iI/AAAAAAAAIOo/8Vh6ELdwD1M/s1600/Our+gifts+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ptfr6JidF1c/TvoSVanY6iI/AAAAAAAAIOo/8Vh6ELdwD1M/s320/Our+gifts+%25285%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh's stocking included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a Chocolate orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese's Snowman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kit Kat Bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nutcracker Snickers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9 suckers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$30 in iTune cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ear buds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A book light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an Avocado peeler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny story on the book light. In February, I bought a book light while on a trip so I could read while he slept. A few months later, while at home, we decided to read before bed. Josh told me we should get a second book light so we can read in bed. I told him if we were both going to read in bed, we could just leave the light on. Its been a long running joke since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until 3 weeks ago when the power went out while we were eating dinner. We lit a candle to finish eating dinner, but after that we were bored. We decided to read, but we had to share the book light. We cuddled together, clipped the book light on my book and then each read different books. After a minute Josh told me he was right, we clearly needed a second book light. So the next day, I went online and ordered him one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zW06qVbTzo/TvoSXLBiU5I/AAAAAAAAIOw/SdyIELSKVtI/s1600/Our+gifts+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zW06qVbTzo/TvoSXLBiU5I/AAAAAAAAIOw/SdyIELSKVtI/s320/Our+gifts+%25288%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkp66c6LxYE/TvoSYWwot_I/AAAAAAAAIO4/iEaebn2A2HY/s1600/Our+gifts+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkp66c6LxYE/TvoSYWwot_I/AAAAAAAAIO4/iEaebn2A2HY/s320/Our+gifts+%25286%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My stocking included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese's Snowman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kit Kat Bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nutcracker Snickers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cat necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Pampered Chef Bamboo serving set &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two Rascal Flatts CD's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$50 iTunes gift card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU19Xp3ojOc/TvoSZvSjMQI/AAAAAAAAIPA/U7xE4RR8b4Y/s1600/Our+gifts+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU19Xp3ojOc/TvoSZvSjMQI/AAAAAAAAIPA/U7xE4RR8b4Y/s320/Our+gifts+%25287%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After opening our stockings, we had breakfast. Last year, Josh made crepe's. They were so good we decided to have them again this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVOloeqc6VE/TvoSbS6So3I/AAAAAAAAIPI/Fc1S526CmSI/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVOloeqc6VE/TvoSbS6So3I/AAAAAAAAIPI/Fc1S526CmSI/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josh's gift are on the left. I gave him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new hoodie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 2012 Big Game Calendar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A hunting cookbook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New winter camo (Excpet the pants were sold out, so those will be coming later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rock Band Country Track Pack 2 Wii game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabela's Hunting 2012 Wii game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My gifts are on the right. Josh gave me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An iHome alarm clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a jewelry box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a pie pastry mat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just Dance 3 Wii game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bathrobe w/ matching slippers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wr--Eg2BP7I/TvoShJHhE3I/AAAAAAAAIPQ/Isn96aEMKNE/s1600/Our+gifts+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wr--Eg2BP7I/TvoShJHhE3I/AAAAAAAAIPQ/Isn96aEMKNE/s320/Our+gifts+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We each loved our gifts, but I was surprised at how much Josh loved the cook book. It was one of those after thought gifts. Randi thought she had seen a Halloween cookbook, so I gave her a check so she could get it for me. But when she went to get it, she realized it was a hunting cookbook. I told her to get it anyways. Then I just set it aside until Christmas. I'm so glad I decided to get it for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he LOVES his new Wii games. He immediately put in Rock Band and played it until I had to pull him away so we could go to dinner at his parents. Well, I played it too, but not near as much. I only like playing the guitars. I played with him until I rubbed a sore spot on my thumb. But when I quit playing to get ready, he just kept playing. And then he played it again that night and again last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my iHome alarm clock. It has so many features. And the jewelry box was just what I needed. Until now, my jewelry was just thrown randomly on my dresser. It was a pain to find matching earrings and then to remember what necklaces and bracelets I had to match different outfits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so excited that Barb gave me pj pants that happen to match my bathrobe and slippers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb-90c4zdlI/TvoSjTWWEzI/AAAAAAAAIPY/Z6ZLzX8zAoo/s1600/IMG_1362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb-90c4zdlI/TvoSjTWWEzI/AAAAAAAAIPY/Z6ZLzX8zAoo/s320/IMG_1362.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Christmas﻿ was fabulous. But only just the beginning of our celebrations. Josh turned 30 today and I turn 29 in two weeks. Then a month later we will celebrate our 11th anniversary. Guess I should figure out what I want for my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7922194622009012591?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7922194622009012591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7922194622009012591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7922194622009012591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7922194622009012591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cMZ9TOoVy0/TvoSSGmDgUI/AAAAAAAAIOY/PtA4MXfeIkg/s72-c/Our+gifts+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-2101091542440165666</id><published>2011-12-27T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:57:45.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas with Josh's family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For Tyler: (I also got him a tow truck toy, but forgot to put it in the picture.) I bought each of my nephews the "I'd rather be with my aunt" shirt this fall. It was so hard to keep them until Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEaKhQFq-iI/TvoQ47b6j-I/AAAAAAAAIL4/5DWGcw7_q40/s1600/Josh%2527s+Family+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEaKhQFq-iI/TvoQ47b6j-I/AAAAAAAAIL4/5DWGcw7_q40/s320/Josh%2527s+Family+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Preston: (I also got him a transformer that you build on your own, but forgot to put it in the picture.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-SpT68uHac/TvoQ6vhEIGI/AAAAAAAAIMA/FKGd3LegKm4/s1600/Josh%2527s+Family+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-SpT68uHac/TvoQ6vhEIGI/AAAAAAAAIMA/FKGd3LegKm4/s320/Josh%2527s+Family+%25284%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few of my favorite pages that I made for Barbara &amp;amp; Melanie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcoTp7LdZRE/TvoRDPmKcBI/AAAAAAAAIMY/9wP2hC8ooyg/s1600/Scrapbook+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcoTp7LdZRE/TvoRDPmKcBI/AAAAAAAAIMY/9wP2hC8ooyg/s320/Scrapbook+%25289%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqUnSSAIw3c/TvoRMXAwVgI/AAAAAAAAIMo/1CtSGElOuqM/s1600/Scrapbook+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqUnSSAIw3c/TvoRMXAwVgI/AAAAAAAAIMo/1CtSGElOuqM/s320/Scrapbook+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kK6PoWGHG-g/TvoROcOelGI/AAAAAAAAIMw/Vk-XVMLUsvs/s1600/Scrapbook+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kK6PoWGHG-g/TvoROcOelGI/AAAAAAAAIMw/Vk-XVMLUsvs/s320/Scrapbook+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OFjboi74iPo/TvoRPdOvlXI/AAAAAAAAIM0/-NJwFvKOoYA/s1600/Scrapbook+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OFjboi74iPo/TvoRPdOvlXI/AAAAAAAAIM0/-NJwFvKOoYA/s320/Scrapbook+%25288%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to take a picture of Natalie &amp;amp; Dallon's gift. They got a wildlife calendar (so did Matt &amp;amp; Colter) and then an assortment of Pampered Chef kitchen items. Then I also gave them a copy of the cookbook I made a few years ago. I told Dallon to make sure Natalie knew his favorite cookie recipe was in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys were playing around with some of Dallon's old cowboy hats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KWmSnwCN0A/TvoRTpte34I/AAAAAAAAINA/RwrBzeTpwXs/s1600/Josh%2527s+Family+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KWmSnwCN0A/TvoRTpte34I/AAAAAAAAINA/RwrBzeTpwXs/s320/Josh%2527s+Family+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_CCLwLSmmc/TvoRV7ZlDvI/AAAAAAAAINI/J5VsJOD1798/s1600/Josh%2527s+Family+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_CCLwLSmmc/TvoRV7ZlDvI/AAAAAAAAINI/J5VsJOD1798/s320/Josh%2527s+Family+%25285%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZpIJN2rCKo/TvoRo6NnxuI/AAAAAAAAINQ/1CNNRGJ9YNw/s1600/Josh%2527s+Family+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZpIJN2rCKo/TvoRo6NnxuI/AAAAAAAAINQ/1CNNRGJ9YNw/s320/Josh%2527s+Family+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTPNBC6dF-U/TvoRqChfhQI/AAAAAAAAINY/nl43dhKfws0/s1600/Josh%2527s+Family+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTPNBC6dF-U/TvoRqChfhQI/AAAAAAAAINY/nl43dhKfws0/s320/Josh%2527s+Family+%25288%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dallon bought Josh a tripod connection thing and got me a gift certificate to my favorite salon. Melanie &amp;amp; her family gave Josh a gift certificate to Sportsman's Warehouse and me a gift certificate to the Dress Barn. Josh's parents gave us each a pair of pj pants, a jar of Barb's holiday jam (which is already nearly gone, Josh loves that stuff), some chocolates and a Visa gift card that we plan to use on our cruise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ktUPi7qXpQ/TvoRsJOPqnI/AAAAAAAAINg/IbBlUxzAu-A/s1600/Josh%2527s+Family+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ktUPi7qXpQ/TvoRsJOPqnI/AAAAAAAAINg/IbBlUxzAu-A/s320/Josh%2527s+Family+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-2101091542440165666?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2101091542440165666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=2101091542440165666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2101091542440165666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2101091542440165666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-with-joshs-family.html' title='Christmas with Josh&apos;s family'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEaKhQFq-iI/TvoQ47b6j-I/AAAAAAAAIL4/5DWGcw7_q40/s72-c/Josh%2527s+Family+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-8445288113646800909</id><published>2011-12-27T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:45:37.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas with my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent Christmas Eve with my mom's family. Since we weren't going to be there the next day, my siblings and I did our gift exchange then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For John:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xgHvSj5DVw/TvoOm-T8VwI/AAAAAAAAIIg/cCRvEMsWuDs/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xgHvSj5DVw/TvoOm-T8VwI/AAAAAAAAIIg/cCRvEMsWuDs/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%25283%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Alden:&amp;nbsp;(He wanted money to put towards his Wii fund.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-azh285GE9VY/TvoOoKkWUlI/AAAAAAAAIIo/Q0isWy03OuA/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-azh285GE9VY/TvoOoKkWUlI/AAAAAAAAIIo/Q0isWy03OuA/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Daxsen:﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZZbUoPSNb4/TvoOq8iLjQI/AAAAAAAAIIw/TfcKY41J_iY/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZZbUoPSNb4/TvoOq8iLjQI/AAAAAAAAIIw/TfcKY41J_iY/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%25284%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Valex:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwpiIBBwcng/TvoOsBWohqI/AAAAAAAAII4/57eaUz2XEUw/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwpiIBBwcng/TvoOsBWohqI/AAAAAAAAII4/57eaUz2XEUw/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%25285%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also bought the boys a play tunnel and a toy that rolls balls around on the floor, but I forgot to take a picture before wrapping it. As you can tell, their aunt Savannah loves to spoil them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my mom and sister, I made them each a scrapbook. I also did the same for Josh's mom and sister. I have been working on these books since August. I also made myself one at the same time, so total, I made 6 books. When stacked on top of each other, they were 2 feet tall. I've only included a few pictures of my favorite pages. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBIlMrF_evg/TvoOuyNrYTI/AAAAAAAAIJA/fSjpvULTLLI/s1600/Scrapbook+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBIlMrF_evg/TvoOuyNrYTI/AAAAAAAAIJA/fSjpvULTLLI/s320/Scrapbook+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNzX3L-PIbI/TvoQfqY2vXI/AAAAAAAAILU/2kkB9Iz_KvU/s1600/Scrapbook+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNzX3L-PIbI/TvoQfqY2vXI/AAAAAAAAILU/2kkB9Iz_KvU/s320/Scrapbook+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edIlSpJgTl8/TvoQlipd4bI/AAAAAAAAILg/mH5_Q5RqrRE/s1600/Scrapbook+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edIlSpJgTl8/TvoQlipd4bI/AAAAAAAAILg/mH5_Q5RqrRE/s320/Scrapbook+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsZJ6lXVE9s/TvoO013ybsI/AAAAAAAAIJY/8_PLrdspwY8/s1600/Scrapbook+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsZJ6lXVE9s/TvoO013ybsI/AAAAAAAAIJY/8_PLrdspwY8/s320/Scrapbook+%25285%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLgyyd431nw/TvoQsq7vcfI/AAAAAAAAILs/63QwRzNOyXY/s1600/Scrapbook+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLgyyd431nw/TvoQsq7vcfI/AAAAAAAAILs/63QwRzNOyXY/s320/Scrapbook+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know its not normally a good thing to make your mom cry, but when I make my own gifts that is exactly the reaction I hope for. And the reaction I got. My mom and sister loved their books. The next day, my dad called to wish my a Merry Christmas and Vanessa had shown him her book and he loved it too. I hope to make this a tradition and help them build their books every year. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08-TeOmebA8/TvoO_sNicfI/AAAAAAAAIKA/irwRYOG7bfo/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08-TeOmebA8/TvoO_sNicfI/AAAAAAAAIKA/irwRYOG7bfo/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%252810%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bB57YMUmdHk/TvoPBvS1krI/AAAAAAAAIKI/NSwj4lZP7So/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%252811%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bB57YMUmdHk/TvoPBvS1krI/AAAAAAAAIKI/NSwj4lZP7So/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%252811%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApnRl91dbbY/TvoPJaR-HiI/AAAAAAAAIKY/c4lYReRYpUM/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApnRl91dbbY/TvoPJaR-HiI/AAAAAAAAIKY/c4lYReRYpUM/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%252812%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HXPwUcX1Iro/TvoPLaKaP1I/AAAAAAAAIKg/u6lNsEBmA5I/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%252813%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HXPwUcX1Iro/TvoPLaKaP1I/AAAAAAAAIKg/u6lNsEBmA5I/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%252813%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since my mom's family was able to be there, she asked one of John's friends to come take our picture. We took a few pictures before we realized John was missing. (He was upstairs playing xBox.) But I love how Daxsen and Valex look in this picture, so I had to include it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbmMK8gWAVM/TvoPOCjBc7I/AAAAAAAAIKo/BznehhyZGtk/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbmMK8gWAVM/TvoPOCjBc7I/AAAAAAAAIKo/BznehhyZGtk/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%252815%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-Zbk14Wo48/TvoPW-HSgyI/AAAAAAAAIKw/6yEdIk3bUQs/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%252818%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-Zbk14Wo48/TvoPW-HSgyI/AAAAAAAAIKw/6yEdIk3bUQs/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%252818%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 2nd favorite part of the night was everyone telling me how good I look. Two days before, I hit the big 60 pounds lost mark. I decided that deserved a few new clothes so I could show it off during Christmas dinner and celebrations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyRH2cP0Ab8/TvoPZoA-B3I/AAAAAAAAIK4/38k3RNKuOrw/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%252819%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyRH2cP0Ab8/TvoPZoA-B3I/AAAAAAAAIK4/38k3RNKuOrw/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%252819%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My absolute favorite part of the night was cuddling with Daxsen. We walked in the door that night, I took my coat off and then made a beeline for Vanessa so I could take&amp;nbsp;him from her. I held him through all of dinner and then through most of opening presents. Right at the end my grandma begged for him by trying to convince me it would be easier to open gifts with both hands. I finally gave him up because she lives further away and doesn't see him as often. I wouldn't have passed him off to anyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01Lz2MxQ2Os/Tvoq3q4l3nI/AAAAAAAAIPk/HWIPcfYYRLM/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01Lz2MxQ2Os/Tvoq3q4l3nI/AAAAAAAAIPk/HWIPcfYYRLM/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_7fN94DUck/Tvoq5lCe8yI/AAAAAAAAIPs/pOJTkL7nEKM/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_7fN94DUck/Tvoq5lCe8yI/AAAAAAAAIPs/pOJTkL7nEKM/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My uncle Glade and Tamara gave us a tub of popcorn. My aunt Renee and Janet gave us some money. My grandma gave us some mints. She gave everyone else cherry chocolates, but didn't want to screw up my hard work on my diet so she gave us the mints instead. I love that she thought of me that way. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SaeVkHeraE/TvoQJ1dbLjI/AAAAAAAAILA/n-7EZywZww0/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SaeVkHeraE/TvoQJ1dbLjI/AAAAAAAAILA/n-7EZywZww0/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother Alden gave us a house plant and a box of stuff to start a kitchen herb garden. John gave us an itunes gifts card. Vanessa &amp;amp; her family gave us money that we are going to put aside for our cruise. But what I loved most was the card and the note she wrote inside. I love that I'm finally getting closer to my siblings and I love that they love it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom combined our Christmas gifts with our birthday gifts. Josh got a gift card to Cabala's. I got an assortment of Pampered Chef stuff that I've been wanting. I can't wait to use it all. I got the large bamboo tongs, the mini wire whisk and the three sizes of scoops. I also got the cake pedestal as an early birthday gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJXDKMwu9Fs/TvoQNL3AsLI/AAAAAAAAILI/ZBtFSEofBdM/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%252822%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJXDKMwu9Fs/TvoQNL3AsLI/AAAAAAAAILI/ZBtFSEofBdM/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%252822%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJyVEn0rv9U/Tvoq7jGp7PI/AAAAAAAAIP0/K26zs2tejIM/s1600/Sav%2527s+Family+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJyVEn0rv9U/Tvoq7jGp7PI/AAAAAAAAIP0/K26zs2tejIM/s320/Sav%2527s+Family+%25289%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-8445288113646800909?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8445288113646800909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=8445288113646800909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8445288113646800909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8445288113646800909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-with-my-family.html' title='Christmas with my family'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xgHvSj5DVw/TvoOm-T8VwI/AAAAAAAAIIg/cCRvEMsWuDs/s72-c/Sav%2527s+Family+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-8818066551518273210</id><published>2011-12-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:18:00.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Friend Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year I thought it would be fun to make coasters to give as friend gifts. At work, I just gave each co-worker a coaster, but I wanted to give a little more to my close friends. So I gave them each 2 coasters and included a Christmas mug and a can of hot cocoa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvyeJoN-31c/TvoOVuRCB1I/AAAAAAAAIH8/LPptG5pCAMM/s1600/Friend+gifts+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvyeJoN-31c/TvoOVuRCB1I/AAAAAAAAIH8/LPptG5pCAMM/s320/Friend+gifts+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because Jessica made coasters with me, I wanted to find something else for her. I found a pineapple cookie cutter, but then had a hard time figuring out what else to do. I happened to get online to order a Pampered Chef item for someone else and I noticed they had some square snowman plates in their clearance. She had bought a few sets of the round plates so I wasn't sure. I emailed her to let her know about them and she ordered one set of four. I decided to order her one more set so she would have set of 8 total. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Uq2o00tKQU/TvoOWeo8luI/AAAAAAAAIIE/o9scaConoOE/s1600/Friend+gifts+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Uq2o00tKQU/TvoOWeo8luI/AAAAAAAAIIE/o9scaConoOE/s320/Friend+gifts+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my close friends so much. I don't need gifts from them to know they love me too, but its so fun to see what they each come up with. I took a picture of all the gifts together. Kim made me the cute snowman hat decoration and two mini rice bags. Randi gave me the Cake Pops Book, some potpourri and some bath salts. Jessica gave me a tin of home made caramels and the picture frame. I LOVE the picture frame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfcnVBzIHGM/TvoOXvUdqiI/AAAAAAAAIIM/dO0ZCqoB2Eo/s1600/Friend+gifts+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfcnVBzIHGM/TvoOXvUdqiI/AAAAAAAAIIM/dO0ZCqoB2Eo/s320/Friend+gifts+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, here is the gifts that my wonderful coworkers gave me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYVj4MR764w/TvoOYMDV6zI/AAAAAAAAIIU/1NNgFcJoutg/s1600/Friend+gifts+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYVj4MR764w/TvoOYMDV6zI/AAAAAAAAIIU/1NNgFcJoutg/s320/Friend+gifts+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-8818066551518273210?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8818066551518273210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=8818066551518273210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8818066551518273210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8818066551518273210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/friend-gifts.html' title='Friend Gifts'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvyeJoN-31c/TvoOVuRCB1I/AAAAAAAAIH8/LPptG5pCAMM/s72-c/Friend+gifts+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-6352464469120583799</id><published>2011-12-27T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:59:26.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sage'/><title type='text'>The kitten formally know as Gaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each time we get a new cat, we quickly learn, no cat is the same. Gaby is no exception...by a long shot. She is the CRAZIEST kitten we have ever had. Which says a lot. Zipper was a peculiar kitten. He loved to pack stuff, like rolls of paper towels or potatoes. Ally was wild in her way. She loved to play "jump and see if I stick" in our door frames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After those two, I didn't think it could get any worse. But Gaby, simply put, she is a terror. Nothing is safe. Nothing is calm. She is constantly in attack mode. Unless she is in stealth mode and sneaking onto the counter tops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The day after Thanksgiving, she ate the meringue topping off of my lemon meringue pie. A few days later she ate a chunk of pizza while Josh and I were in the front room eating our pizza.&amp;nbsp; A week later, I had bought bread bowls for dinner. When we went to open them, we found she had chewed a hole through the bag and ate a chunk of the bread bowl. We just about have to put dinner away before we even eat it. Last night I cooked Josh's birthday cake. When it came out of the oven, I put it in the microwave to cool so she wouldn't sample it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She won't stay out of the tree. If you try to hold her, she just bites you. While playing Rock Band, each time I did the kick stand on the drums, she would pounce on my foot. We've tried yelling at her. We've tried squirting her with water when she is in trouble. But she just keeps being a terror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago I renamed her. Her name is now little sh*t, or LS for short. Oh, we still call her Gaby, when she is being good, aka, sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7d-i11bfiQ/TvoR0P34unI/AAAAAAAAINs/D12D4ZDuc2I/s1600/Gaby+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7d-i11bfiQ/TvoR0P34unI/AAAAAAAAINs/D12D4ZDuc2I/s320/Gaby+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFOSX0iDA64/TvoR0_flruI/AAAAAAAAIN0/xIMOLF3nLPI/s1600/Gaby+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFOSX0iDA64/TvoR0_flruI/AAAAAAAAIN0/xIMOLF3nLPI/s320/Gaby+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWk_6uSCYLU/TvoR2c5OvDI/AAAAAAAAIN8/0PHGmUt7nDE/s1600/Gaby+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWk_6uSCYLU/TvoR2c5OvDI/AAAAAAAAIN8/0PHGmUt7nDE/s320/Gaby+%25285%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes, she is being good-ish in this picture. Josh was playing with Sage and the laser pointer. But of course she had to jump in because everything is "hers". I just had to take a picture because that is the closest she has ever gotten to Sage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ6g3-HwWzU/TvoR3GYuTsI/AAAAAAAAIOE/T8_tKngJE4Y/s1600/Gaby+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ6g3-HwWzU/TvoR3GYuTsI/AAAAAAAAIOE/T8_tKngJE4Y/s320/Gaby+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is just a ball of fur and love, err, terror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbOW5AHoq_0/TvoSGdEJJ1I/AAAAAAAAIOM/r00Ykm7TGMY/s1600/Gaby+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbOW5AHoq_0/TvoSGdEJJ1I/AAAAAAAAIOM/r00Ykm7TGMY/s320/Gaby+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-6352464469120583799?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6352464469120583799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=6352464469120583799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6352464469120583799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6352464469120583799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/kitten-formally-know-as-gaby.html' title='The kitten formally know as Gaby'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7d-i11bfiQ/TvoR0P34unI/AAAAAAAAINs/D12D4ZDuc2I/s72-c/Gaby+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-439913889569059851</id><published>2011-12-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:52:29.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><title type='text'>Tile Coasters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so addicted to Pinterest. A while back I saw these cute tile coasters and thought they would be fun to make for Christmas. They were so simple and so cheap. I ended up making about 2 dozen. I gave them to my coworkers and then some other ones went as gifts to family Christmas parties. I still have a few left with people in mind to give them too. I just love how they turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le6wjcU398g/TuZMyl7HliI/AAAAAAAAIHk/lCe29EueWLI/s1600/IMG_1273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le6wjcU398g/TuZMyl7HliI/AAAAAAAAIHk/lCe29EueWLI/s320/IMG_1273.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I made one for myself, but at the last minute, I decided I wanted mine to be a different color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YreSmmt87_I/TuZMzunTFWI/AAAAAAAAIHs/B98lNvXOQ_U/s1600/IMG_1274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YreSmmt87_I/TuZMzunTFWI/AAAAAAAAIHs/B98lNvXOQ_U/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-439913889569059851?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/439913889569059851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=439913889569059851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/439913889569059851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/439913889569059851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/tile-coasters.html' title='Tile Coasters'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le6wjcU398g/TuZMyl7HliI/AAAAAAAAIHk/lCe29EueWLI/s72-c/IMG_1273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3705309748906639730</id><published>2011-12-12T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:49:33.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>In the mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh's sister and mom like to get trees from the mountain. We already had our Christmas tree, but we decided to go up the mountain with them for a little bit and look around with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler loved having his uncle Josh there to pack him around. They are standing by a tree Barb was considering, but we left before she choose a tree, so I'm not sure what she ended up with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOFs04QQGyI/TuZLfZALlGI/AAAAAAAAIHM/R3dT00BmSHw/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOFs04QQGyI/TuZLfZALlGI/AAAAAAAAIHM/R3dT00BmSHw/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie &amp;amp; her family in front of their Christmas tree. Preston was so excited to get the chainsaw out and chop it down. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm8B4L2LKsw/TuZLkTCFgwI/AAAAAAAAIHU/Elt1X5L2omY/s1600/IMG_1269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm8B4L2LKsw/TuZLkTCFgwI/AAAAAAAAIHU/Elt1X5L2omY/s320/IMG_1269.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh had me take a picture of this bird on the way home. Its a Swainsons Hawk, its one of the birds he has to look for a lot at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4VLUi8vzZ4/TuZLldrIU-I/AAAAAAAAIHc/b2tcyXfkYsE/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4VLUi8vzZ4/TuZLldrIU-I/AAAAAAAAIHc/b2tcyXfkYsE/s320/IMG_1272.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3705309748906639730?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3705309748906639730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3705309748906639730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3705309748906639730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3705309748906639730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-mountains.html' title='In the mountains'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOFs04QQGyI/TuZLfZALlGI/AAAAAAAAIHM/R3dT00BmSHw/s72-c/IMG_1264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-1728791224886395886</id><published>2011-12-05T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:30:01.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tree 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year, I decided to slowly start redoing my tree. I wanted some nice (pricey) stuff, but I&amp;nbsp;only bought 7 of the big red Gerber daises. I had a plan to buy a nice thing a year over the next three or four years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That plan worked....last year. This year I got carried away and bought several new things, including some more of the red daisies. I LOVE them. I was originally going to do red, black and silver, but I couldn't find any thing in black. I know I could have stuck to my plan and looked again next year, but by the last store, I decided I wanted my tree to be perfect THIS year, so I switched to green, red &amp;amp; silver. Right now it only has one green thing (some more beautiful flowers) so I might try to find one more green thing for next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOuqOF30waw/Tt0b2cCxJoI/AAAAAAAAIHE/IzMptojwZdw/s1600/IMG_1262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOuqOF30waw/Tt0b2cCxJoI/AAAAAAAAIHE/IzMptojwZdw/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So far, Gaby has stayed out of the tree, for the most part. She has tried to drink the water a few times, but I remembered the asprin we put in the water for the tree, so we've tried to keep her away. I did want a different type of tree, but decided this kind might be harder for her to climb and knock stuff out of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also want a tree skirt. I found a few online, but they are all sold out for the season. I thought about settling for a different one, but I'm going to hold out and keep trying to find the one I loved before next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-1728791224886395886?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1728791224886395886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=1728791224886395886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1728791224886395886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1728791224886395886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree-2011.html' title='Christmas Tree 2011'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOuqOF30waw/Tt0b2cCxJoI/AAAAAAAAIHE/IzMptojwZdw/s72-c/IMG_1262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7880418107168613917</id><published>2011-12-05T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:21:24.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Christensen Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is the 4th year Josh has played Santa for his family Christmas party. It may also have to be the last, he was recognized by two very smart boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think Preston recognized his voice. Neither boy made a scene so I don't think any&amp;nbsp;of the other kids knew who it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yflqWvCHCK8/Tt0beoDsQuI/AAAAAAAAIGc/ljzW2pRZGKc/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yflqWvCHCK8/Tt0beoDsQuI/AAAAAAAAIGc/ljzW2pRZGKc/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Tyler would have recognized his voice, but Tyler saw Josh dressed in his Santa pants with just a t-shirt on. So we're not sure which made him recognize Josh. When Santa asked what he wanted, Tyler told him, "A fishing pole, Josh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkBbEjykXgo/Tt0bgH21LzI/AAAAAAAAIGk/8RW-DzfFfoY/s1600/IMG_1254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkBbEjykXgo/Tt0bgH21LzI/AAAAAAAAIGk/8RW-DzfFfoY/s320/IMG_1254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler was trying to eat a piece of candy bigger then his mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRoGk2ELuLY/Tt0brnCmjvI/AAAAAAAAIGs/5VZLON29ENE/s1600/IMG_1255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRoGk2ELuLY/Tt0brnCmjvI/AAAAAAAAIGs/5VZLON29ENE/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IY6e1Mkx19s/Tt0bsi_lLqI/AAAAAAAAIG0/m54uq7n5ses/s1600/IMG_1257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IY6e1Mkx19s/Tt0bsi_lLqI/AAAAAAAAIG0/m54uq7n5ses/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh with his grandpa Paul. I love that Judy is feeding Tyler in the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-341frorTNRQ/Tt0bt8n41GI/AAAAAAAAIG8/j2OqlxfOJmg/s1600/IMG_1261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-341frorTNRQ/Tt0bt8n41GI/AAAAAAAAIG8/j2OqlxfOJmg/s320/IMG_1261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7880418107168613917?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7880418107168613917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7880418107168613917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7880418107168613917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7880418107168613917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/christensen-christmas-party.html' title='Christensen Christmas Party'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yflqWvCHCK8/Tt0beoDsQuI/AAAAAAAAIGc/ljzW2pRZGKc/s72-c/IMG_1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-1749353167333643147</id><published>2011-12-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:28:05.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread Houses 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Friday, the ECC's got together at Kim's house to make gingerbread houses. I'm so glad we have made this a tradition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First Kim made us a delish meal, pizza pinwheels. They were so yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ork4X_gzbMA/Tt0T-9NB3LI/AAAAAAAAIE0/z4K4NK1V8LY/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ork4X_gzbMA/Tt0T-9NB3LI/AAAAAAAAIE0/z4K4NK1V8LY/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we got ready to put our houses together. I'm smiling now, but I wasn't later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzs9ljhazhg/Tt0T__xMNEI/AAAAAAAAIE8/oLhlH7K6YY0/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzs9ljhazhg/Tt0T__xMNEI/AAAAAAAAIE8/oLhlH7K6YY0/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know what went wrong, but our house just would not set up. I dyed my icing and I don't know if that made it less gluey or what, but my house was major drama, at least for me. After leaving for a few minutes to calm down, I tried again...using Kim's hot glue gun. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Btcm4I6tQQ/Tt0UA7it5EI/AAAAAAAAIFE/fvgtE1ptu98/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Btcm4I6tQQ/Tt0UA7it5EI/AAAAAAAAIFE/fvgtE1ptu98/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Our house on the left, Kim's house in the middle, Jessica's on the right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our house ended up being a hunting lodge. Everything is stuck on with hot glue, except the peeps. I used the frosting on them. Then I went over the seams of the house with the frosting to hide the hot glue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HZGTMwIa0I/Tt0UCPwaYDI/AAAAAAAAIFM/PewNK-ebv_8/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HZGTMwIa0I/Tt0UCPwaYDI/AAAAAAAAIFM/PewNK-ebv_8/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found a box of gingerbread crackers shaped like people. I decided to put us out front. Red hair for me and a cowboy hat for Josh. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tT9P3XhiwtM/Tt0UEnQi4UI/AAAAAAAAIFU/SrawulLnHSQ/s1600/IMG_1239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tT9P3XhiwtM/Tt0UEnQi4UI/AAAAAAAAIFU/SrawulLnHSQ/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also found a few different peeps and had to get them. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig5XRKigBDs/Tt0UFq2vfCI/AAAAAAAAIFc/oUiMnJEDpos/s1600/IMG_1240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig5XRKigBDs/Tt0UFq2vfCI/AAAAAAAAIFc/oUiMnJEDpos/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUqsNcRQWZo/Tt0UHH6typI/AAAAAAAAIFk/YaoenqiNPsk/s1600/IMG_1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUqsNcRQWZo/Tt0UHH6typI/AAAAAAAAIFk/YaoenqiNPsk/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brandon &amp;amp; Kim's house. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZDqdgtJZD0/Tt0UIKIAyyI/AAAAAAAAIFs/vKtnPkfJCcw/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZDqdgtJZD0/Tt0UIKIAyyI/AAAAAAAAIFs/vKtnPkfJCcw/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a side yard for their dog to run around in. Remember to never eat yellow snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bad3nB1NFAk/Tt0UKInIa-I/AAAAAAAAIF0/ZPnfczhS_3k/s1600/IMG_1247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bad3nB1NFAk/Tt0UKInIa-I/AAAAAAAAIF0/ZPnfczhS_3k/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew &amp;amp; Jessica's House.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAYXKzScTDU/Tt0ULXe8sQI/AAAAAAAAIF8/6zJ5Y15hSSs/s1600/IMG_1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAYXKzScTDU/Tt0ULXe8sQI/AAAAAAAAIF8/6zJ5Y15hSSs/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that she tiled her roof. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFiyi7U6JCM/Tt0UM1xrCcI/AAAAAAAAIGE/y5-ikpJj9Lg/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFiyi7U6JCM/Tt0UM1xrCcI/AAAAAAAAIGE/y5-ikpJj9Lg/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josh showing off his twirled mustache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLTFWL5_N_A/Tt0UOkRMudI/AAAAAAAAIGM/YMiwko2JYkw/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLTFWL5_N_A/Tt0UOkRMudI/AAAAAAAAIGM/YMiwko2JYkw/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLkWv9bvg6A/Tt0UPptCx9I/AAAAAAAAIGU/FJiqPhF6Wvs/s1600/IMG_1248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLkWv9bvg6A/Tt0UPptCx9I/AAAAAAAAIGU/FJiqPhF6Wvs/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-1749353167333643147?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1749353167333643147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=1749353167333643147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1749353167333643147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1749353167333643147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/12/gingerbread-houses-2011.html' title='Gingerbread Houses 2011'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ork4X_gzbMA/Tt0T-9NB3LI/AAAAAAAAIE0/z4K4NK1V8LY/s72-c/IMG_1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-4942177469599444583</id><published>2011-11-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:45:52.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sage'/><title type='text'>Gaby meets Sage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have started letting Sage come in at night that its getting colder. Poor dog just wants to be friends but all the cats hate her. Gaby included. She did NOT like meeting Sage for the first time.&amp;nbsp; The first night Sage slept inside, I heard Gaby his and hit the door of her kennel several times throughout the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQudPZGSYo8/TtVVLtBuTLI/AAAAAAAAIDs/4qXz1OK5Wt8/s1600/IMG_1217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQudPZGSYo8/TtVVLtBuTLI/AAAAAAAAIDs/4qXz1OK5Wt8/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this is the only time she has gotten close to Sage. Now, as soon as she hears her, Gaby runs into the kitchen and hides behind the washer. She can recognize the sound of Sage coming up the stairs to come in and the sound of the kennel being opened so Sage can get out and stretch in the morning before going back outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKpJur_Jrig/TtVVMQ7FXPI/AAAAAAAAID0/LB_-yuHo_Lg/s1600/IMG_1218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKpJur_Jrig/TtVVMQ7FXPI/AAAAAAAAID0/LB_-yuHo_Lg/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The other morning I was on my exercise bike and Gaby was in the middle of the front room. She heard the kennel open and she SHOT into the kitchen. She was going so fast she couldn't stop in the tile to go around the fridge. She didn't stop until she slid into the wall at the far end of the kitchen. Then she ran back towards the fridge and skidded around it before finally finding safety behind the washer. All before Sage was even out of the bedroom and down the hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-4942177469599444583?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/4942177469599444583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=4942177469599444583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/4942177469599444583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/4942177469599444583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/gaby-meets-sage.html' title='Gaby meets Sage'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQudPZGSYo8/TtVVLtBuTLI/AAAAAAAAIDs/4qXz1OK5Wt8/s72-c/IMG_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3898849889641432563</id><published>2011-11-29T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:26:06.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year we went to Josh's grandparents for Thanksgiving. Which just may be my favorite place to go because they are such wonderful&amp;nbsp;cooks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqIqYVBzZxs/TtVVS3C2HnI/AAAAAAAAID8/H_Wbyb4ZnG0/s1600/IMG_1232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqIqYVBzZxs/TtVVS3C2HnI/AAAAAAAAID8/H_Wbyb4ZnG0/s320/IMG_1232.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is always too much food, so this year I wasn't going to take anything. But on Monday night, Jessica was telling me about all that she was taking to dinner because she wanted to use what she had learned form our cooking classes. So I decided to take ONE pie, a mixed berry pie like I made in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then on Tuesday I woke up all excited and decided I wanted to show off. (That is so like me!) So I decided to take THREE pies, a veggie tray and a diet type drink for Melanie &amp;amp; myself since we have been working so hard on our diets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to take a veggie tray because I saw the CUTEST turkey shaped veggie tray on Pinterest. Mine turned out so cute and everyone loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycZ1E0vIDQM/TtVVTh2NibI/AAAAAAAAIEE/YiRA8rsLLCg/s1600/IMG_1225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycZ1E0vIDQM/TtVVTh2NibI/AAAAAAAAIEE/YiRA8rsLLCg/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner wasn't until 2:00 on Thanksgiving Day, so I decided to make my pies that morning. At one point Heather started to chat with me online. She started with "Good Morning Beautiful" (that's why I love her). To which I responded, "Is it?!" She knew that meant I was in the middle of one of my kitchen disasters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really did enjoy my pie baking class. I felt so good afterwards that I could now cook pies. My one complaint was the directions didn't say how long or at what temperature to cook my crust that needed precooked. I follow recipes to the letter, so for me, this was a disaster waiting to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a lemon meringue pie for the first time (thanks to Jessica for giving me a great recipe). It turned out pretty good, as long as you didn't mind it only had a crust on the bottom. When the crust cooked, the sides all slid down into the bottom of the pan. Hello my first kitchen fit of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was going to make a German Chocolate pie, but after reading through the directions I found a 2nd list of ingredients needed for the topping. Enter kitchen fit #2. Why couldn't that website list ALL of the ingredients together! After panicking for a few minutes, Josh asked if I could just make something else. After I calmed down, I realized I had everything for a Coconut Cream pie, so I made that instead. Once again, my crust collapsed so its mostly only crust on the bottom, except one side seemed to stay up ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Christmas list now included a pie pastry mat. I think part of my problem is I roll my crust out too thin because I want to be sure I have enough to go in the pan and up the sides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A side note on the Lemon Meringue pie; When we got home that night, we were lazy and didn't put the pies in the fridge. When we got up the next day, there was a pretty good bite out of the coconut cream and ALL of the meringue was eaten off of the lemon pie. ALL. Gaby is having issues with boundaries and where she is and ISN'T allowed. She LOVES to get on the kitchen cupboards. She also apparently loves meringue. And pizza. And just about anything else we leave out for more then 2 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PuqE6wc0CxQ/TtVVUBeGSSI/AAAAAAAAIEM/GVLa7b04V8I/s1600/IMG_1226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PuqE6wc0CxQ/TtVVUBeGSSI/AAAAAAAAIEM/GVLa7b04V8I/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 3rd pie was best one. The sides can't collapse when there is stuff in the pie and the bottom crust is pinched to the top crust. ;) I was going to do&amp;nbsp;a mixed berry pie, but in all my excitement of showing off, I found a recipe for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/Cranberry-Cherry-Nut-Pie"&gt;Cranberry-Cherry Nut Pie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Josh loves Cranberries, so I decided to try this pie instead. It was so YUMMY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8Xw4Cb9x5w/TtVVVMUbk3I/AAAAAAAAIEU/K-3Ex8CO_JU/s1600/IMG_1228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8Xw4Cb9x5w/TtVVVMUbk3I/AAAAAAAAIEU/K-3Ex8CO_JU/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the holiday punch that is always a part of Thanksgiving (and Christmas) dinner, but I've worked so hard on my diet, I was worried about how much sugar was in the drink. So I decided to bring my own drink this year, but make enough to share. I made &lt;a href="http://blog.betterthanburgers.net/2011/06/cherry-limeade.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherry Limeade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Better Than Burgers. I shouldn't brag, but at the end of the night my drink was completely gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6koFNSMtSpI/TtVVVy4DlEI/AAAAAAAAIEc/ZvbxM-C13n4/s1600/IMG_1229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6koFNSMtSpI/TtVVVy4DlEI/AAAAAAAAIEc/ZvbxM-C13n4/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpXZXBmCk20/TtVVWj-27sI/AAAAAAAAIEk/FvzGVIGpylk/s1600/IMG_1231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpXZXBmCk20/TtVVWj-27sI/AAAAAAAAIEk/FvzGVIGpylk/s320/IMG_1231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;And my diet? I LOST weight that day! I was so proud of my self control. I only took a little bit of each dish I wanted to try and even then, I only had half of the dishes that were offered. Then I went for an hour long walk after dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that evening an engagement was announced! Josh's little brother Dallon is getting married in the spring. We love Natalie and are so excited to have her as a permanent member of the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r28PJXayvvs/TtVVXvxz2yI/AAAAAAAAIEs/5On3JknPxQg/s1600/IMG_1233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r28PJXayvvs/TtVVXvxz2yI/AAAAAAAAIEs/5On3JknPxQg/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3898849889641432563?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3898849889641432563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3898849889641432563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3898849889641432563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3898849889641432563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqIqYVBzZxs/TtVVS3C2HnI/AAAAAAAAID8/H_Wbyb4ZnG0/s72-c/IMG_1232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-1296153221282320810</id><published>2011-11-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:14:24.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Kits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, I got together with Randi &amp;amp; Jessica and we put together our Thanksgiving kits from the&lt;a href="http://ideacloset.blogspot.com/"&gt; Idea Closet&lt;/a&gt;. We usually go to Jessica's house, but Randi had some leftover soup from her Pampered Chef party, so we went to Randi's house this time. The soup was delish and the company was the greatest. I love hanging with these gals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year the Idea Closet offered an updated version of the turkey. Jessica &amp;amp; I did the turkey last year, but we loved the Gobble Gobble block the new one sat on, so we ordered just that block. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tbx9eRzKRsI/TsKA59eFSZI/AAAAAAAAIDM/LgIptVP4Mqk/s1600/IMG_1211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tbx9eRzKRsI/TsKA59eFSZI/AAAAAAAAIDM/LgIptVP4Mqk/s320/IMG_1211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All three of us did the subway art. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcQ-Il7jIqw/TsKA6lwgjnI/AAAAAAAAIDU/DGt9cd4laBQ/s1600/IMG_1213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcQ-Il7jIqw/TsKA6lwgjnI/AAAAAAAAIDU/DGt9cd4laBQ/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my favorite kit to put together. I exchanged the paper for some of my own and love how it turned out. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USs6o4bTLJ8/TsKA7GpySeI/AAAAAAAAIDc/ao4mfExeLyg/s1600/IMG_1212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USs6o4bTLJ8/TsKA7GpySeI/AAAAAAAAIDc/ao4mfExeLyg/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-1296153221282320810?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1296153221282320810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=1296153221282320810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1296153221282320810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1296153221282320810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-kits.html' title='Thanksgiving Kits'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tbx9eRzKRsI/TsKA59eFSZI/AAAAAAAAIDM/LgIptVP4Mqk/s72-c/IMG_1211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-6139772348065691593</id><published>2011-11-10T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:43:22.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking Classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Pie Baking Class Night 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVED the pic making class. I feel so much better about making pies then I ever have before. Which has Josh pretty happy, now he thinks I should make pies all the time. He took the apple pie with him yesterday when he went back to work. He said they loved it and even licked the pie plate clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, we had to choose to make a creme pie (banana or coconut) or a berry pie. I decided to make both so I could get that much more practice in. It was a busy night for me, but I'm glad I went with both pies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My first pie crust didn't turn out as good, but it was still good. Here's a picture of it baking in the oven. The teachers use the beans to help hold your crust down. I think its a good idea, but I probably won't do it on my own. Its an extra step that I don't want to hassle with. (Truth be know, I don't have any beans and even though they are cheap, I don't want to buy any.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bn1pnOnEORQ/TrvrfONF95I/AAAAAAAAICU/jTKj3jZUyFY/s1600/IMG_1203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bn1pnOnEORQ/TrvrfONF95I/AAAAAAAAICU/jTKj3jZUyFY/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While my first crust was baking, I assembled my berry pie. I had a deep pie dish, so I used 2 bags of raspberries and one bag of blackberries. I forgot to take a picture of the filling, so I folded back my top crust for a quick picture. It looked so good and it hadn't even baked yet. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_R8GPmkZ9hE/Trvrfg7tCgI/AAAAAAAAICc/RnTkYpWetzk/s1600/IMG_1204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_R8GPmkZ9hE/Trvrfg7tCgI/AAAAAAAAICc/RnTkYpWetzk/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My berry pie going into the oven. After about 30 minutes, we put tinfoil around the edges and let it bake a little longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbcDrBBpSh8/Trvrge2QogI/AAAAAAAAICk/oVy1YQazRQM/s1600/IMG_1205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbcDrBBpSh8/Trvrge2QogI/AAAAAAAAICk/oVy1YQazRQM/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My coconut cream pie all finished. I was the only one to make it, every one else made banana cream. That made for a slight misunderstanding while I was trying to make my filling. I had to add my cornstarch at a different time then every one else, but we missed it. We couldn't figure out why my pudding wasn't thickening. Finally, Jessica and I reread the directions and figured out I was supposed to add my cornstarch when my mixture started to boil (which had been quite a while before). After we figured it out, my pudding thickened up quickly. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X1F5hPdfRI/TrvsGwx8TZI/AAAAAAAAICs/b5YAZl2QQBo/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X1F5hPdfRI/TrvsGwx8TZI/AAAAAAAAICs/b5YAZl2QQBo/s320/IMG_1206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had made a big patch of apple pie filling the night before, but didn't have a way to take it home. So last night, they divided it all up in little baggies. Now I have no excuse to not make another pie. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnuYYw4KPsU/TrvsHhPJ6QI/AAAAAAAAIC0/URGKPV1RG8k/s1600/IMG_1207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnuYYw4KPsU/TrvsHhPJ6QI/AAAAAAAAIC0/URGKPV1RG8k/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My berry pie as it came out of the oven. I think only one other person made a berry pie, but theirs was about 45 minutes behind mine so wasn't close to being done. The class thought I should cut into mine and share. But if you know me, Savannah doesn't share well with people, at least people she doesn't know well. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wN3m1Yqfbc0/TrvsIXm1PoI/AAAAAAAAIC8/6vsvCR8iEk8/s1600/IMG_1208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wN3m1Yqfbc0/TrvsIXm1PoI/AAAAAAAAIC8/6vsvCR8iEk8/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to take a pot luck to a scrapbooking workshop on Saturday. So I think I'll save my pies until then and take them with me. And I'll make sure I get the first slice of each. ;) I can't wait to try them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had so much fun taking these classes with Jessica. The teachers were talking about maybe offering a candy making class around Christmas. I hope they do so I can take it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iK6LUMqmrbU/TrvsJPWA0DI/AAAAAAAAIDE/vzn8M1NLLYQ/s1600/IMG_1209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iK6LUMqmrbU/TrvsJPWA0DI/AAAAAAAAIDE/vzn8M1NLLYQ/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-6139772348065691593?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6139772348065691593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=6139772348065691593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6139772348065691593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/6139772348065691593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/pie-baking-class-night-2.html' title='Pie Baking Class Night 2'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bn1pnOnEORQ/TrvrfONF95I/AAAAAAAAICU/jTKj3jZUyFY/s72-c/IMG_1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3788347345860038610</id><published>2011-11-09T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:32:14.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking Classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Pie Baking Class Night 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This week, Jessica and I are taking a pie baking class. This is the class I was most excited about. A few years ago, I tried to make a pie. BIG FAIL. Which resulted in a BIG meltdown on my part. I can't hold myself together when something falls apart in my kitchen. After that, I vowed off pies, unless they came in a box with Marie Callender on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was so much fun. And by the end of the night, I had a pie that I had made all by myself. I was so proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rolling out the bottom crust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBfVrZHrbO0/TrrD3xg3RkI/AAAAAAAAIBE/yK80YDwESYI/s1600/IMG_1190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBfVrZHrbO0/TrrD3xg3RkI/AAAAAAAAIBE/yK80YDwESYI/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting it in the pan. Most of the class did it by lining up the wax paper and then peeling it off, but I followed Jessica and rolled my dough up on my rolling pin and then rolled it out in the pan. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqsBT7u3ILQ/TrrD41D3L3I/AAAAAAAAIBM/2rKAXXY0uiA/s1600/IMG_1191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqsBT7u3ILQ/TrrD41D3L3I/AAAAAAAAIBM/2rKAXXY0uiA/s320/IMG_1191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to buy a pie plate last minute before the class. I was the only one there with a deep dish. But I was only able to fill it with the same amount as everyone else so there would be enough apple pie filling to go around. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIs6TSzXYBs/TrrD5zrI38I/AAAAAAAAIBU/A8q50LlqnRo/s1600/IMG_1192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIs6TSzXYBs/TrrD5zrI38I/AAAAAAAAIBU/A8q50LlqnRo/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rolling out the top crust.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlWULl_UwDg/TrrD6wexkHI/AAAAAAAAIBc/2uSlureHe5A/s1600/IMG_1194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlWULl_UwDg/TrrD6wexkHI/AAAAAAAAIBc/2uSlureHe5A/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we pinched the edges, I again chose to just follow Jessica's example. Every one's looked the same and I'm not entirely sure how we did it differently, but this way worked so I'll keep doing it. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QX4kL5ivXt4/TrrD8qEwdXI/AAAAAAAAIBk/l1SXiBFxTSk/s1600/IMG_1196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QX4kL5ivXt4/TrrD8qEwdXI/AAAAAAAAIBk/l1SXiBFxTSk/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We each cut a different design in our pies. I went for kind of a sunburst effect. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_jFsSwrtZc/TrrD9skrHLI/AAAAAAAAIBs/rjocdmzSRqI/s1600/IMG_1197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_jFsSwrtZc/TrrD9skrHLI/AAAAAAAAIBs/rjocdmzSRqI/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pie is the back right one and Jessica's is the back left one. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dYhY9jKRFM/TrrD_vFWNtI/AAAAAAAAIB0/afv9t_1Pgx8/s1600/IMG_1199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dYhY9jKRFM/TrrD_vFWNtI/AAAAAAAAIB0/afv9t_1Pgx8/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how my pie turned out. I wanted to dig in right then. But I decided to send this one to work with Josh and then keep one of the pies I'll be making in tonight's class. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMADZ6mnWjE/TrrEAxp3x8I/AAAAAAAAIB8/iyxC2_YWcjo/s1600/IMG_1200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMADZ6mnWjE/TrrEAxp3x8I/AAAAAAAAIB8/iyxC2_YWcjo/s320/IMG_1200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our class with the teachers on the back row. They were the same teachers that taught the bread class. The teacher behind Jessica has won several awards for her pie making skills in local fairs, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A8_5ceg5pk0/TrrEB5VDRRI/AAAAAAAAICE/OY-nuvajBo0/s1600/IMG_1202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A8_5ceg5pk0/TrrEB5VDRRI/AAAAAAAAICE/OY-nuvajBo0/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of our pies turned out great. But of course the best part was being able to take this class with my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TGIlFV83xo/TrrECtRHVrI/AAAAAAAAICM/iodALSuYHP8/s1600/IMG_1201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TGIlFV83xo/TrrECtRHVrI/AAAAAAAAICM/iodALSuYHP8/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3788347345860038610?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3788347345860038610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3788347345860038610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3788347345860038610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3788347345860038610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/pie-baking-class-night-1.html' title='Pie Baking Class Night 1'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBfVrZHrbO0/TrrD3xg3RkI/AAAAAAAAIBE/yK80YDwESYI/s72-c/IMG_1190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7237050471419500615</id><published>2011-11-07T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:44:27.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><title type='text'>Dinner with my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Around Father's Day, I talked about getting together with all my siblings and having dinner with our dad. But we couldn't all find a day that would work, and it eventually got forgotten. Then a few weeks ago, I decided to try again. We were finally able to get together on Sunday at my house for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to take pictures of the food, because I was distracted by this cutie, wearing his super cute outfit I bought him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YETJyE-jvdg/TrfyBzbN16I/AAAAAAAAIAM/4iEztYDSqBc/s1600/IMG_1182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YETJyE-jvdg/TrfyBzbN16I/AAAAAAAAIAM/4iEztYDSqBc/s320/IMG_1182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this cutie. He actually came in a different shirt, but got it dirty during dinner. Vanessa was just going to leave him in the dirty one, until I told her I had a new shirt for him. I had also bought a car seat cover for Daxsen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPp8h-Pd__4/TrfyCv5lZTI/AAAAAAAAIAU/py9cAu94zZE/s1600/IMG_1185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPp8h-Pd__4/TrfyCv5lZTI/AAAAAAAAIAU/py9cAu94zZE/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our menu included&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marinated Meat (my dad's favorite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mashed Potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twice Baked Cauliflower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blackberry Limeade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frozen Pink Lemonade Pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I didn't make enough because everyone ones plates were licked clean and there was no food left in the serving containers except Jello, which I sent home with Valex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaby is such a wild thing, but she seemed to like Alden. I couldn't believe it when I saw him holding her and she wasn't biting him. I wish she would be that calm for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ADfJKsmffY/TrfyDFxrI1I/AAAAAAAAIAc/N1DmPtowdUc/s1600/IMG_1186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ADfJKsmffY/TrfyDFxrI1I/AAAAAAAAIAc/N1DmPtowdUc/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valex would put his hand on the chair and she would pat it. He thought that was great fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcvL-Bk_444/TrfyD4P24SI/AAAAAAAAIAk/sJsRpYC-bRU/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcvL-Bk_444/TrfyD4P24SI/AAAAAAAAIAk/sJsRpYC-bRU/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRJeJGDdmOw/TrfyEhsXJiI/AAAAAAAAIAs/ToG8GshXBrw/s1600/IMG_1183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRJeJGDdmOw/TrfyEhsXJiI/AAAAAAAAIAs/ToG8GshXBrw/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7237050471419500615?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7237050471419500615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7237050471419500615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7237050471419500615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7237050471419500615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/dinner-with-my-family.html' title='Dinner with my family'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YETJyE-jvdg/TrfyBzbN16I/AAAAAAAAIAM/4iEztYDSqBc/s72-c/IMG_1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-5100193896415241754</id><published>2011-11-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:37:06.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Secretary Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each year my company is great to give us a small thank you gift on Administrative Professionals Day. (I still call it Secretary Day though. I wanted to be a secretary while growing up, not an administrative professional.) This year they gave us a gift certificate to use at a local boutique store. I just loved how the store made it so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXAiKP3Cwlc/TqgTiIDEtbI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/YjP6SuxqxEc/s1600/IMG_1098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXAiKP3Cwlc/TqgTiIDEtbI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/YjP6SuxqxEc/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I received this in the spring, I am just finally used it this weekend. When we went to Swiss Days, Jessica bought some wrapping paper. I wanted to buy some too, but didn't. Ever since then, I have regretted it. I was so excited to see the store I had my gift certificate for had some. I didn't even have to look around at the other stuff, I knew that was how I wanted to spend my gift certificate. I bought a Christmas one and then a neutral one to use for birthdays. I can use blue ribbon to make it boyish or pink to make it girlish. These rolls are thick, so they should last me for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9X7Aq2oTdI/Trfx5_zv25I/AAAAAAAAIAE/5RAjoLet5rM/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9X7Aq2oTdI/Trfx5_zv25I/AAAAAAAAIAE/5RAjoLet5rM/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Gaby being a pill. She kept swiping at my feet each time I walked by this bag that was on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ8ETztepjY/TrfyMkbQGjI/AAAAAAAAIA0/GJ1JRPSuKfs/s1600/IMG_1180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ8ETztepjY/TrfyMkbQGjI/AAAAAAAAIA0/GJ1JRPSuKfs/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2BSPUTQZY8/TrfyNLIYuqI/AAAAAAAAIA8/H9dSmAdH0JQ/s1600/IMG_1181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2BSPUTQZY8/TrfyNLIYuqI/AAAAAAAAIA8/H9dSmAdH0JQ/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-5100193896415241754?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/5100193896415241754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=5100193896415241754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/5100193896415241754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/5100193896415241754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/secretary-day.html' title='Secretary Day'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXAiKP3Cwlc/TqgTiIDEtbI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/YjP6SuxqxEc/s72-c/IMG_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-901872488927272326</id><published>2011-11-03T09:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:01:44.019-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking Classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Bread Cooking Class Night 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought last nights class was a little more fun. We started by making a dough recipe that can be turned into dinner rolls or cinnamon buns. After mixing the dough, we split it in half so we could make both. First we make our rolls, so they would have time to rise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EbtyEBNp9EI/TrKqjP84OXI/AAAAAAAAH-U/CIGJGjTlIbo/s1600/IMG_1165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EbtyEBNp9EI/TrKqjP84OXI/AAAAAAAAH-U/CIGJGjTlIbo/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we started on our cinnamon buns. I had never made those before, so I was excited to learn something new. We punched our dough out into a rectangle. Then we spread it with butter and sprinkled it with sugar, brown sugar and cinnamon powder. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05vUK0AfMss/TrKqj7Jh3NI/AAAAAAAAH-c/K9HJ95hbRvY/s1600/IMG_1167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05vUK0AfMss/TrKqj7Jh3NI/AAAAAAAAH-c/K9HJ95hbRvY/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we rolled it up and cut it into the rolls. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg-wTKj3T0E/TrKqkgZIg9I/AAAAAAAAH-k/WxS9G3bUJ2k/s1600/IMG_1168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg-wTKj3T0E/TrKqkgZIg9I/AAAAAAAAH-k/WxS9G3bUJ2k/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc_QTWZ65ZQ/TrKqldP49wI/AAAAAAAAH-o/6rZMextcfiE/s1600/IMG_1171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc_QTWZ65ZQ/TrKqldP49wI/AAAAAAAAH-o/6rZMextcfiE/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While our rolls baked and our cinnamon rolls raised, we went over some other recipes that I am excited to try. Then our rolls came out and we lightly brushed them with butter. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hC0FynHQw5M/TrKqmMJfvsI/AAAAAAAAH-w/Fj0iXS8v48M/s1600/IMG_1172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hC0FynHQw5M/TrKqmMJfvsI/AAAAAAAAH-w/Fj0iXS8v48M/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The teacher already had the frosting made, so as soon as our cinnamon rolls came out, we brushed them with frosting. Everything looked so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPASiNLn8IY/TrKqnZJYvkI/AAAAAAAAH-8/vsx1qpIUJaA/s1600/IMG_1173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPASiNLn8IY/TrKqnZJYvkI/AAAAAAAAH-8/vsx1qpIUJaA/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessica and I each made 10 rolls and 10 cinnamon rolls, so we ended up with 20 of each. I love how its all from one recipe. I can get up in the morning and match a batch of dough. Then turn half into cinnamon rolls for breakfast and then turn the rest into dinner rolls for that evening. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXgt6MmJDSw/TrKqoAN0uhI/AAAAAAAAH_E/Krscls8yTLM/s1600/IMG_1174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXgt6MmJDSw/TrKqoAN0uhI/AAAAAAAAH_E/Krscls8yTLM/s320/IMG_1174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A group picture of our class, with our instructors on the back row. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLNC2RcoknY/TrKqpblJV0I/AAAAAAAAH_M/ZI6FS1qoIjM/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLNC2RcoknY/TrKqpblJV0I/AAAAAAAAH_M/ZI6FS1qoIjM/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so glad I took this class. I don't know that I learned a lot, but I loved hanging out with my best friend for 2 nights. Next week we go back again to learn pies. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HObf_OXRT7g/TrKqqHOXFnI/AAAAAAAAH_U/iqYHmvdqkE8/s1600/IMG_1178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HObf_OXRT7g/TrKqqHOXFnI/AAAAAAAAH_U/iqYHmvdqkE8/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-901872488927272326?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/901872488927272326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=901872488927272326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/901872488927272326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/901872488927272326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/bread-cooking-class-night-2.html' title='Bread Cooking Class Night 2'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EbtyEBNp9EI/TrKqjP84OXI/AAAAAAAAH-U/CIGJGjTlIbo/s72-c/IMG_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-8059830859090813223</id><published>2011-11-02T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:10:19.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking Classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Bread Cooking Class Night 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago, Andrew saw some cooking classes advertised in the paper. So he called and told Jessica and mentioned he thought we would enjoy taking them together. Of course, he was right. So Jessica called me. She said I probably didn't need the first class, because it was bread. I thought that was a great compliment, but I agreed with Andrew. I thought it would be fun to take the class together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had hoped to learned lots of new stuff, but for me personally, I spent most of the night saying, "That's not how Barb does it." "Barb's recipe has a lot more ingredients." "Barb would do it this way." To me, the night ended up being a great compliment to my mother in-law. She has taught me well when it comes to baking bread. :) The class bread was good too, but I decided I like Barb's recipe and methods a lot more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our hands were dirty from working with the dough, so I didn't start taking pictures until our bread was in the pans to raise. Jessica and I were each able to make 2 loaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqagw-pLcmM/TrFgoKWwoEI/AAAAAAAAH9k/3xP_ti3Vqk4/s1600/IMG_1158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqagw-pLcmM/TrFgoKWwoEI/AAAAAAAAH9k/3xP_ti3Vqk4/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While the bread was raising and baking, the teachers decided to make up some roll dough so we could practice making dinner rolls (which we will go over more thoroughly in tonight's class). I had taught myself to roll out rolls and I was pleased to see the teachers do it the exact same way. But in the end, I couldn't help being a show off, so I made some knotted rolls instead. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHiKOLfUbPI/TrFgpBpfI3I/AAAAAAAAH9s/zfCVhMWPprQ/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHiKOLfUbPI/TrFgpBpfI3I/AAAAAAAAH9s/zfCVhMWPprQ/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between the class, we made like 14 loaves of bread. So I got a picture of one of the very full ovens. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxwO6ZPWOVg/TrFgp5D8M1I/AAAAAAAAH90/Yh6sw4DK5hA/s1600/IMG_1161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxwO6ZPWOVg/TrFgp5D8M1I/AAAAAAAAH90/Yh6sw4DK5hA/s320/IMG_1161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once the bread came out of the ovens, it was hard to keep track of which one was made by who. The only one we knew for certain was the one in the stoneware, which was mine. At the end of the night we each just grabbed a couple loaves and rolls to take home and enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2Lj-VAvKg/TrFgrDEUY6I/AAAAAAAAH98/mcLoRXFfgAM/s1600/IMG_1162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2Lj-VAvKg/TrFgrDEUY6I/AAAAAAAAH98/mcLoRXFfgAM/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uDVp1x0oFw/TrFgrxpHuFI/AAAAAAAAH-E/CFsMYimt2j8/s1600/IMG_1163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uDVp1x0oFw/TrFgrxpHuFI/AAAAAAAAH-E/CFsMYimt2j8/s320/IMG_1163.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like in cake class, we decided to end each night with an "apron" picture. I LOVE our apron pictures. Notice me in my Halloween apron, I was in denial yesterday that Halloween is officially over until next year. I'm even wearing my pumpkin shirt under the apron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hA5LU5eceys/TrFgsgQ4QvI/AAAAAAAAH-M/N_6bTMQmr78/s1600/IMG_1164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hA5LU5eceys/TrFgsgQ4QvI/AAAAAAAAH-M/N_6bTMQmr78/s320/IMG_1164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-8059830859090813223?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8059830859090813223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=8059830859090813223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8059830859090813223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8059830859090813223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/bread-cooking-class-night-1.html' title='Bread Cooking Class Night 1'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqagw-pLcmM/TrFgoKWwoEI/AAAAAAAAH9k/3xP_ti3Vqk4/s72-c/IMG_1158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-1974185038678833064</id><published>2011-11-02T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:19:14.908-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year I decided to host a Halloween party and invite our friends. I have been&amp;nbsp;planning this party since September, except that I waited until the last minute to actually prepare it. My party was on Saturday; I finally figured out the menu on Tuesday and the games on Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh had to work, but he thought he could still be there in time for dinner. But then that morning when he got to work, they said they were finishing in the current location that day, even if it meant working until 1 AM. Which they did. So in the end, I was a widow for the night. But surrounded by my best friends I didn't even have a chance to be lonely. I LOVE these guys so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHysYs-mpzo/TrFdee_UpgI/AAAAAAAAH9U/owrpXu4yk2E/s1600/IMG_4007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHysYs-mpzo/TrFdee_UpgI/AAAAAAAAH9U/owrpXu4yk2E/s320/IMG_4007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had so much fun setting up for the party. I decided to use my craft tables so we could all eat together in the front, which left the kitchen table to use as a buffet. And the kitchen counter. I had way too much food, but that's how you know it was a good party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My first decorated table. Note the pumpkin salt &amp;amp; pepper shakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GiOZpTq5JQY/Tq7SPd_CsTI/AAAAAAAAH3c/GGF5e1fDRHM/s1600/IMG_1104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GiOZpTq5JQY/Tq7SPd_CsTI/AAAAAAAAH3c/GGF5e1fDRHM/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My second decorated table. Note the spider salt &amp;amp; pepper shakers. I don't even like salt &amp;amp; pepper, but both sets of shakers were too cute to pass up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7i7gaW8DLc/Tq7Sdk4OldI/AAAAAAAAH3k/Pt8Ee10iMuM/s1600/IMG_1105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7i7gaW8DLc/Tq7Sdk4OldI/AAAAAAAAH3k/Pt8Ee10iMuM/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our eating area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2yn9DmTwtg/Tq7SeFy083I/AAAAAAAAH3s/nMy7s1C3mgI/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2yn9DmTwtg/Tq7SeFy083I/AAAAAAAAH3s/nMy7s1C3mgI/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the games was a memory plate. When the guest all arrived, all they could see was this dish towel covering something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1AkDw3siFs/Tq7SegGGhMI/AAAAAAAAH30/9XASYuDD8oA/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1AkDw3siFs/Tq7SegGGhMI/AAAAAAAAH30/9XASYuDD8oA/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I pulled the towel off for a minute and they had to try and memorize everything on the plate. After the minute was up, I covered it back up and they had another minute to write down everything they could remember. Everyone remembered almost everything, but I think each person forgot one or two items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVN2zzzXr8o/Tq7SfQ19q4I/AAAAAAAAH38/CGNgY0JtvuE/s1600/IMG_1108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVN2zzzXr8o/Tq7SfQ19q4I/AAAAAAAAH38/CGNgY0JtvuE/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another game was guess the candy corn in the jar. The highest guess was in the 300's and the lowest guess was in the 140's. The jar had 177 to be exact, the closet guess was something like 154.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OabzTS_BECc/Tq7SgJCMIAI/AAAAAAAAH4E/ZNIFZNR2ySU/s1600/IMG_1109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OabzTS_BECc/Tq7SgJCMIAI/AAAAAAAAH4E/ZNIFZNR2ySU/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our last game was charades where they acted out words like "tombstone," "bat," "witch," "haunted house," etc. I didn't take any pictures because I was in the kitchen finishing up a few last preparations for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My menu included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/01/cider-cheese-fondue.html"&gt;Cider Cheese Fondue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;w/ french bread chunks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; veggie trays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/11/cheese-filled-eyeballs.html"&gt;Cheese&amp;nbsp;Filled Eyeballs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/10/creepy-crawly-bugs.html"&gt;Creepy Crawly Bugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/10/creepy-crawly-bugs.html"&gt;Frankenstein&amp;nbsp;Jello&amp;nbsp;Salads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-pumpkin-brownie.html"&gt;The Great Pumpkin Brownie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/11/pumpkin-cheesecake-bars.html"&gt;Pumpkin Cheesecake Bars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/10/gummy-worm-punch.html"&gt;Gummy Worm Punch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each person asked what they could bring, but I had a hard time delegating stuff out. I wanted my party to be perfect so I was scared to ask for help. In the end, I finally relented to to a few of them and let Randi bring the bread and Jessica bring the veggie tray. Then at the party, I had all of the girls in the kitchen helping me finish up the bugs and get the table set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so in love with this serving bowl. The bread went in it perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd_G1vopvVQ/Tq7Sh3TBOyI/AAAAAAAAH4U/p_beH5ZMb7s/s1600/IMG_1112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd_G1vopvVQ/Tq7Sh3TBOyI/AAAAAAAAH4U/p_beH5ZMb7s/s320/IMG_1112.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica brought two veggies trays. The first was just a regular one, with &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/09/ham-cheese-rollups.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ham Roll-Ups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; made by Andrew. I think Andrew, Brandon and I were the only ones to eat them. No one else could understand how they are a family tradition treat we grew up with. That was fine with me, it left more for me to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica's other veggie tray was shaped like a candy corn and it turned out so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-bQEK9VXvk/Tq7ShKDvBWI/AAAAAAAAH4M/KL4CuYrHegI/s1600/IMG_1110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-bQEK9VXvk/Tq7ShKDvBWI/AAAAAAAAH4M/KL4CuYrHegI/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The Gummy Worm Punch looked pretty neat. But I wish I had bought a bigger package, so I could have draped some worms over the side of the bowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuoqRIM4uIk/Tq7Si2Y27zI/AAAAAAAAH4c/jxpwtdeMJLs/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuoqRIM4uIk/Tq7Si2Y27zI/AAAAAAAAH4c/jxpwtdeMJLs/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At the end of the night, we hadn't even cut into the brownie, we were all so full. Randi felt bad, so she cut a small piece out and Jessica had a small piece too. I actually took it to work on Halloween to share with my co-workers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOf7o7CO4hg/Tq7Sj6WRhqI/AAAAAAAAH4k/CTjPD5GyCew/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOf7o7CO4hg/Tq7Sj6WRhqI/AAAAAAAAH4k/CTjPD5GyCew/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Pumpkin Cheesecake Bars seemed to be the hit of the party. I'm not a fan of pumpkin, so I never tried one. But everyone else exclaimed about how good they were. When I read the candy corn jar results, Todd thought the winner should get another bar. I told him he didn't have to actually win, he could just have seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrlxRAkRblM/Tq7TpmmjNqI/AAAAAAAAH58/yAUqomKKzA0/s1600/IMG_1131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrlxRAkRblM/Tq7TpmmjNqI/AAAAAAAAH58/yAUqomKKzA0/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The Frankenstein's were fun to make, but next time I would put them on plain colored plated because the cat whiskers on the plate make the jello look funny (at least to me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPQ6U1-9IJk/Tq7Sk7gspSI/AAAAAAAAH4s/LwU5seuowM0/s1600/IMG_1115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPQ6U1-9IJk/Tq7Sk7gspSI/AAAAAAAAH4s/LwU5seuowM0/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I let the girls decorate the bugs and they turned out so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9Fr-BSxAXI/Tq7SmEZiWfI/AAAAAAAAH40/aYLgGNagzn4/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9Fr-BSxAXI/Tq7SmEZiWfI/AAAAAAAAH40/aYLgGNagzn4/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;In the bottom corner of the picture of the meatballs, you can see the blood sauce (marinara sauce) that went with the meatballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4iY58UVNIU/Tq7SndGtwhI/AAAAAAAAH48/sPnoF_FKw9U/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4iY58UVNIU/Tq7SndGtwhI/AAAAAAAAH48/sPnoF_FKw9U/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;As I was setting up that day, I had a hard time picturing how I was going to fit everything. So I set out the serving platters and little sticky notes with the name of the dish on them. Then I just kept rearranging everything until I found a set up I liked. It&amp;nbsp;seemed to work well. We started at the table, went down one side and then up the other side between the table and the bar. Like I said, I had prepared too much food, but it was so fun it was worth it. We were supposed to have one other couple join us, but they didn't make it. With then and Josh, it might have been just about right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZMTrUkJXlk/Tq7SoWKlY5I/AAAAAAAAH5E/q_D4DZ22D_c/s1600/IMG_1118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZMTrUkJXlk/Tq7SoWKlY5I/AAAAAAAAH5E/q_D4DZ22D_c/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--olat4zRAYg/Tq7TM3bt_CI/AAAAAAAAH5M/LBQ9rqRjNns/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--olat4zRAYg/Tq7TM3bt_CI/AAAAAAAAH5M/LBQ9rqRjNns/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica brought a hostess gift, which I loved. It was a small Halloween pail with some cupcake toppers. Looks like I now have an excuse to plan a party again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdcbSy5bH0c/Tq7TVIZXmNI/AAAAAAAAH50/MfT1XeGSaFc/s1600/IMG_1129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdcbSy5bH0c/Tq7TVIZXmNI/AAAAAAAAH50/MfT1XeGSaFc/s320/IMG_1129.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Todd was a blindfolded knife thrower and Randi was his lovely, injured assistant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lhhhpXqRTw/Tq7TNmIOJsI/AAAAAAAAH5U/3NQWwrOGwKI/s1600/IMG_1121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lhhhpXqRTw/Tq7TNmIOJsI/AAAAAAAAH5U/3NQWwrOGwKI/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brandon &amp;amp; Kim were Gnomeo and Juliet. Which came made all by hand. I loved every one's costumes, but theirs turned out being my favorite. It made me wish I had actually gotten around to preparing prizes for night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU-VuSuutE8/Tq7TO5VijiI/AAAAAAAAH5c/OfL7cguTRao/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU-VuSuutE8/Tq7TO5VijiI/AAAAAAAAH5c/OfL7cguTRao/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica was an 80's girl. We gave her a hard time about buying stuff she used to own. Andrew was Kurt Cobain. Todd thought he would have looked the part better if there had been a white smug just under his nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMg_dN8QDTI/Tq7TP7QBsWI/AAAAAAAAH5k/EezGO7XS2SU/s1600/IMG_1123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMg_dN8QDTI/Tq7TP7QBsWI/AAAAAAAAH5k/EezGO7XS2SU/s320/IMG_1123.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After much drama over the last few weeks, I finally settled on being a scarecrow. I was worried about making my own costume, but it turned out so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Kw1TUt5jIs/Tq7TT3IUkrI/AAAAAAAAH5s/CBardVFGgMg/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Kw1TUt5jIs/Tq7TT3IUkrI/AAAAAAAAH5s/CBardVFGgMg/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great night with great food and wonderful friends. I can't wait until next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6soR3V3aYc/TrFe6v3_yhI/AAAAAAAAH9c/WaJMD7_L53g/s1600/IMG_4008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6soR3V3aYc/TrFe6v3_yhI/AAAAAAAAH9c/WaJMD7_L53g/s320/IMG_4008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-1974185038678833064?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1974185038678833064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=1974185038678833064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1974185038678833064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1974185038678833064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHysYs-mpzo/TrFdee_UpgI/AAAAAAAAH9U/owrpXu4yk2E/s72-c/IMG_4007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7284345340177957867</id><published>2011-11-01T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:49:55.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE HALLOWEEN! Yesterday I was excited all day long. I dressed up for work, even though I was pretty sure I would be the only one. But I didn't care because I love this time of year so much. I then spent all day singing "Its the most wonderful time of the year." Not to get in the mood for Christmas, but just because I was so happy all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, I watched the clock ALL DAY. I swear it was moving backwards! I just wanted to get off of work and go see my nephews decked out in their costumes. So I patiently (and not patiently) waited for closing time. And then I was off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First stop, was my mom's to see my sister and her two boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We don't get any trick or treaters at our house, I use that as an excuse to buy something bigger then a small candy bar for my nephews. Since Daxen is too young for food, I bought him a onesie and some socks. Actually, I ended up giving both boys a John Deere Tractor onesie too. I had bought them for Christmas gifts, but then became worried they wouldn't fit by then. It was probably a good idea, Daxsen is already getting so big, and he's only 2 months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.My.Gosh, Valex&amp;nbsp;was the cutest lion EVER. His treat was a bag of animal crackers and another bag of mini chocolate chip cookies. He immediately handed me both bags so I could open them for him. He's eating a cookie in the picture below. LOVE that little boy to pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtUmld-YJHo/TrApF66JS2I/AAAAAAAAH7M/s6Z6DejckhY/s1600/IMG_1137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtUmld-YJHo/TrApF66JS2I/AAAAAAAAH7M/s6Z6DejckhY/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Daxsen was a monkey. Vanessa did such a good job of picking out warm outfits, but for once in like 10 years, the weather was actually nice for the night. That just means that it will be crappy rainy/snowy weather for the next 10 years. :p﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tz7WDakQ8m0/TrApG7h-E-I/AAAAAAAAH7U/qfQuUsytIgQ/s1600/IMG_1138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tz7WDakQ8m0/TrApG7h-E-I/AAAAAAAAH7U/qfQuUsytIgQ/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys needed a break from being loaded in and out of the car. So we took them out of their costumes so they could eat some lunch. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FzzaaMQuqUs/TrApH2mGdBI/AAAAAAAAH7c/iL5NbdrfJAI/s1600/IMG_1139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FzzaaMQuqUs/TrApH2mGdBI/AAAAAAAAH7c/iL5NbdrfJAI/s320/IMG_1139.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept telling Valex there was a tiger on him bum, but I don't think he got it. Here is he helping hand out candy to some trick or treaters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1g-mBmUxAc/TrApIgmiNWI/AAAAAAAAH7k/vOvg23vrGn4/s1600/IMG_1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1g-mBmUxAc/TrApIgmiNWI/AAAAAAAAH7k/vOvg23vrGn4/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Daxsen chilling.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Z-ymVUDzw/TrApJahH92I/AAAAAAAAH7s/oBvcfWWFF2k/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Z-ymVUDzw/TrApJahH92I/AAAAAAAAH7s/oBvcfWWFF2k/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While my mom was filling her glass out of the fridge door, Valex came over to help. We joked that before long he would be tall enough to reach the dispenser himself. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbtK6JYOebU/TrApLO_u_EI/AAAAAAAAH70/9F9IhUGPjv8/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbtK6JYOebU/TrApLO_u_EI/AAAAAAAAH70/9F9IhUGPjv8/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not two seconds later he showed us he had learned a new trick for Halloween by proving us wrong and reaching the water dispenser and squirting himself in the face. He thought it was great fun. My mom's fridge has a lock button on it so she set it. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDjxNYlTqdQ/TrApMjTIJ8I/AAAAAAAAH78/0tkEbWZLdbs/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDjxNYlTqdQ/TrApMjTIJ8I/AAAAAAAAH78/0tkEbWZLdbs/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except she missed, and he got squirted again. After that, she got it on lock. He tried for a few minutes, before running off to find trouble elsewhere. But everyone time someone got a drink of water, he recognized the sound and ran over to try it himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AjvMSGCHTU/TrApNQOVZmI/AAAAAAAAH8E/mMRC8_SY7aU/s1600/IMG_1147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AjvMSGCHTU/TrApNQOVZmI/AAAAAAAAH8E/mMRC8_SY7aU/s320/IMG_1147.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRmqOhwZqow/TrApOOHoDbI/AAAAAAAAH8M/r4kBq8qdXAE/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRmqOhwZqow/TrApOOHoDbI/AAAAAAAAH8M/r4kBq8qdXAE/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to get one last picture with them before they went one way to see grandpa and I headed the other way to get dinner and then go home to wait for my other nephews to come visit. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2BgqA-T0P4/TrApPLfpqBI/AAAAAAAAH8U/guzBI7aG-E4/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2BgqA-T0P4/TrApPLfpqBI/AAAAAAAAH8U/guzBI7aG-E4/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daxsen playing with a piece of my costume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_lWB-4xTjs/TrApQfz4YnI/AAAAAAAAH8c/EpbVTU7ew2c/s1600/IMG_1150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_lWB-4xTjs/TrApQfz4YnI/AAAAAAAAH8c/EpbVTU7ew2c/s320/IMG_1150.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLV6pjvoQPM/TrApRvuO9UI/AAAAAAAAH8k/IMs3Lze9W3w/s1600/IMG_1151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLV6pjvoQPM/TrApRvuO9UI/AAAAAAAAH8k/IMs3Lze9W3w/s320/IMG_1151.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Earlier in the day, I ran down on my lunch break ﻿to see my brother Alden dressed up. He was a gangster. I loved all the tattoos up his legs, arms and around his neck. I asked for a picture, which he smiled for, until I reminded him to look the part. When did this boy grow up into such a handsome man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHD7ZzOsasA/TrApem4M9uI/AAAAAAAAH9M/nTq9L9eYFmE/s1600/IMG_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHD7ZzOsasA/TrApem4M9uI/AAAAAAAAH9M/nTq9L9eYFmE/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At home, we were visited by a Bumblebee Transformer (Preston) and another monkey (Tyler). We were their last stop of the night so they were pretty tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qWDwfBL-4s/TrApS2-go7I/AAAAAAAAH8s/pOQG5vVrNis/s1600/IMG_1152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qWDwfBL-4s/TrApS2-go7I/AAAAAAAAH8s/pOQG5vVrNis/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A few weeks ago, I asked Preston what he wanted for his Halloween treat. He thought for a second and then told me "gummy worms, the sour kind." Then he thought for another second and told me Tyler wanted M&amp;amp;M's. I double checked with Melanie and she said M&amp;amp;M's were a good idea for Tyler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was delighted that they also brought me a treat for Halloween. They must know my love for Halloween and pumpkins runs deep because they got me this cute pumpkin serving bowl. I think I"ll use it for Thanksgiving and then I look forward to using it for Halloween and Thanksgiving next year. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9GY30Z4oOM/TrApVxlsX5I/AAAAAAAAH80/BSoA0jsROco/s1600/IMG_1154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9GY30Z4oOM/TrApVxlsX5I/AAAAAAAAH80/BSoA0jsROco/s320/IMG_1154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler really wasn't as grumpy as he looks in this photo. But the picture turned out so cute with the pouty face. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-il7FWrBkpfI/TrApWtu4bLI/AAAAAAAAH88/ROD_pnvGE9M/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-il7FWrBkpfI/TrApWtu4bLI/AAAAAAAAH88/ROD_pnvGE9M/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was delighted to come home to a treat all my own. I think he finally listened to all those hints I've been dropping. I was so excited to get flowers that I brought them to work today so I can better enjoy them. Just another way to realize I probably spend more time at work then at home. :p At least awake hours. But with them at work I can look at them all day long, instead of just in the morning as I get ready for work and again at night when I get ready for bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMAiMyQENvA/TrApXBxFYQI/AAAAAAAAH9E/WVX7VHDlupI/s1600/IMG_1155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMAiMyQENvA/TrApXBxFYQI/AAAAAAAAH9E/WVX7VHDlupI/s320/IMG_1155.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7284345340177957867?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7284345340177957867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7284345340177957867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7284345340177957867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7284345340177957867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtUmld-YJHo/TrApF66JS2I/AAAAAAAAH7M/s6Z6DejckhY/s72-c/IMG_1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-161162423058275841</id><published>2011-10-31T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:52:07.349-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><title type='text'>Nephew Blocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each time we get together to make kits, I realize we could do this on our own. But its just so easy to buy them from the &lt;a href="http://ideacloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idea Closet&lt;/a&gt; because I lack the creativity to come up with something&amp;nbsp;entirely on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;a few months ago, I had an idea on my own. I have always wanted to keep a few pictures at my desk of my nephews, but because of infertility issues, I haven't. I'm proud to claim to be their aunt, but it&amp;nbsp;gets hard emotionally&amp;nbsp;having to explain that they aren't my kids. So I decided I needed a nephew brag board. I first thought about doing a metal one and using magnets to hang pictures, but with the way my desk is situated, I was worried I'd have to hang it in a corner of my office I don't look at often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided to make my own block kit and set it on my desk. I had no idea how I was going to get the blocks cuts, but then my friend Randi mentioned a store in Salt Lake called the Wood Connection. I told her what I had in mind, and the next time she was out there, she bought the blocks for me. I had her buy 2 sets so that eventually I can make another set for home. And as the family grows, I'll probably end up make a nieces set too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The hardest part was finding something to hold the picture up. I know I could have used a clothes pin, but that seems tacky, and I was afraid of how much of the picture it would cover up. I asked around at several stores and finally one store had these little clear blocks with several sticks in them. I just used some wire cutters to cut the sticks off the little block and they were perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've slowly been working on these over the past few months and finally finished them up last week. Then the hardest part became choosing only a few favorite pictures.&amp;nbsp;Every picture&amp;nbsp;of my nephews is a favorite picture. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGg5yzAVztg/Tq8ja8b3skI/AAAAAAAAH6E/axJz1ac7lWk/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGg5yzAVztg/Tq8ja8b3skI/AAAAAAAAH6E/axJz1ac7lWk/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how they look on my desk. I took the above picture in a different spot because the sun was shinning in my window really bad and I couldn't get a decent picture. That's why the one below isn't as good. But that is where they are on my desk where I can look at them all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11hnuL-Td30/Tq8jbkgEulI/AAAAAAAAH6M/fR4kczzf2c4/s1600/IMG_1136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11hnuL-Td30/Tq8jbkgEulI/AAAAAAAAH6M/fR4kczzf2c4/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-161162423058275841?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/161162423058275841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=161162423058275841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/161162423058275841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/161162423058275841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/nephew-blocks.html' title='Nephew Blocks'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGg5yzAVztg/Tq8ja8b3skI/AAAAAAAAH6E/axJz1ac7lWk/s72-c/IMG_1135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3914739588155542286</id><published>2011-10-26T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:03:16.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Taste of Home Cooking Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each year I see the posters for the Taste of Home Cooking Show and I want to go, but then I usually forget about it. Or decided its a work night and I don't want to. Or I just don't want to go alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But this year I saw the poster the same day as book club. So I printed some flyers out online and took them with me to book club and talked a few of them into going. Jessica and I drove over together and met Randi, who had come with some other family members. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRyjG1G_jz8/TqgRjETlrvI/AAAAAAAAHd4/HPxVJ7CndHw/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRyjG1G_jz8/TqgRjETlrvI/AAAAAAAAHd4/HPxVJ7CndHw/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was fun, but I probably won't make it a yearly event. They had a grab bag with a few magazines, some giveaways (wooden spoon, bowl scraper, magnet clips, etc), and lots of coupons. Everything they cooked came from one of the magazines. I was amazed at how many dishes they prepared, like 6 or 7 total. Through out the show they did giveaways and then at the end of the show they gave away the food on the serving platters. Jessica and I both wanted to win the square cake platter, but we didn't. :( Actually, we didn't win anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1P7_nEtocQ/TqgRkBW2H4I/AAAAAAAAHeA/wNsziDSmTkQ/s1600/IMG_1094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1P7_nEtocQ/TqgRkBW2H4I/AAAAAAAAHeA/wNsziDSmTkQ/s320/IMG_1094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica and I have vowed that starting now, we will be sure to always get a picture of us when we go to fun things like this. As we were driving home, we realized we didn't get a picture of us. We will be better. I LOVE girl's night out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iOvIGFlvM4/TqgRk9au52I/AAAAAAAAHeI/o1YaopsTJXA/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iOvIGFlvM4/TqgRk9au52I/AAAAAAAAHeI/o1YaopsTJXA/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3914739588155542286?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3914739588155542286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3914739588155542286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3914739588155542286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3914739588155542286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/taste-of-home-cooking-show.html' title='Taste of Home Cooking Show'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRyjG1G_jz8/TqgRjETlrvI/AAAAAAAAHd4/HPxVJ7CndHw/s72-c/IMG_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-4715409036416942497</id><published>2011-10-19T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:11:33.608-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween Kits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I already have more Halloween decorations then I can use, but that didn't stop me from ordering the newest ones from the &lt;a href="http://ideacloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idea Closet&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ol5XREjxmCs/Tp7ZNNbvrfI/AAAAAAAAHdk/0rrSOFt3FuQ/s1600/IMG_1087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ol5XREjxmCs/Tp7ZNNbvrfI/AAAAAAAAHdk/0rrSOFt3FuQ/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is my new favorite kit of all time. And here's the shocker, I didn't switch out to to my own paper this time. As Andrew said, "be sure to take a picture, that's the first time you've used the paper it came with." And its mostly true. When I've done kits for gifts, I will sometimes use the original paper, but this is the very first time I've kept a kit for myself with the paper it came with. But really, its so CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMA7Wrd5m6I/Tp7ZNrcah4I/AAAAAAAAHds/y44Ipzuqims/s1600/IMG_1088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMA7Wrd5m6I/Tp7ZNrcah4I/AAAAAAAAHds/y44Ipzuqims/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At Swiss Days I saw a cute countdown for Halloween, and I almost bought it. Then I remembered my Christmas countdown I made last year. So I emailed Tracy at the Idea Closet and asked if she could make me the Christmas countdown, but in black &amp;amp; orange. On this kit, I did use my own paper, but if I had known her paper was going to be so cute, I might of asked for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRtSZQJS98U/Tp7ZMo_RW3I/AAAAAAAAHdc/mZJ5uuxfTAQ/s1600/IMG_1086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRtSZQJS98U/Tp7ZMo_RW3I/AAAAAAAAHdc/mZJ5uuxfTAQ/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For a girl like me who loves Halloween so much, it does make sense to have a counter. It is getting so close!&amp;nbsp; And after much stress, I think I finally have my costume figured out, now I just need to make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-4715409036416942497?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/4715409036416942497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=4715409036416942497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/4715409036416942497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/4715409036416942497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-kits.html' title='Halloween Kits'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ol5XREjxmCs/Tp7ZNNbvrfI/AAAAAAAAHdk/0rrSOFt3FuQ/s72-c/IMG_1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-8527086483844276812</id><published>2011-10-18T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:00:17.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><title type='text'>Guitar clothing for Valex &amp; Daxsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As I mentioned in my Polka Dot Cake post, shopping on Friday was a very STRESSFUL day. I went to Provo to find the cake pop machine and a Halloween costume. After going to 15 stores for TWO things, I gave up and headed home. But then I made my detour to Park City. After buying the cake pop maker, I decided to do some therapy shopping. (I LOVE SHOPPING) I went into Old Navy and found an outfit to give Daxsen for Halloween (since he's too young to eat yet). But then I saw the CUTEST onesie with rock star stuff on it. I dug through the pile, but could only find one in Valex's size. So then I grabbed a striped one for Daxsen. But then I saw some in orange and loved them too, so I ended up buying 4 onesies along with the Halloween gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu-dlI24-xg/Tp4DHWPh4zI/AAAAAAAAHc8/LFfOz1A1B_E/s1600/IMG_1085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu-dlI24-xg/Tp4DHWPh4zI/AAAAAAAAHc8/LFfOz1A1B_E/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After leaving that store, I couldn't resist running into The Children's Place because I think they have some of the cutest clothes. Vanessa and Chris are very big into music, so I've been trying to find music type stuff for their boys. I hit the jackpot. Guitars seem to be in style right now at The Children's Place. They seriously had a ton of stuff, it was so hard to resist buying everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I found them these matching outfits. I've never been big into the style where pants have things on your bums, but that guitar is so cute! So, now I guess, I just don't get the style of teenagers pants that have words on the bum. Who wants to attract attention there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CIA3YbsDkI/Tp4DsNhHAkI/AAAAAAAAHdE/UG9ijOjSdGc/s1600/IMG_1081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CIA3YbsDkI/Tp4DsNhHAkI/AAAAAAAAHdE/UG9ijOjSdGc/s320/IMG_1081.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tigers seems to be another big thing in my family so when I saw this outfit, I had to get it for Daxsen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvcbeC8pchM/Tp4DtE-A5tI/AAAAAAAAHdM/buBXxaLqp5c/s1600/IMG_1084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvcbeC8pchM/Tp4DtE-A5tI/AAAAAAAAHdM/buBXxaLqp5c/s320/IMG_1084.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then to even it out so each boy got equal amounts of clothes, I found this outfit for Daxsen. I love the guitar on the jacket and I LOVE the onesie.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5246KA3ivgc/Tp4DtkRjEUI/AAAAAAAAHdU/HvAaQHkO3ys/s1600/IMG_1083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5246KA3ivgc/Tp4DtkRjEUI/AAAAAAAAHdU/HvAaQHkO3ys/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm going to see my sister in a few minutes, I can't hardly wait to show her the stuff I bought. I seriously have the cutest nephews EVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-8527086483844276812?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8527086483844276812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=8527086483844276812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8527086483844276812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8527086483844276812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/guitar-clothing-for-valex-daxsen.html' title='Guitar clothing for Valex &amp; Daxsen'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu-dlI24-xg/Tp4DHWPh4zI/AAAAAAAAHc8/LFfOz1A1B_E/s72-c/IMG_1085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-1644533271303372237</id><published>2011-10-18T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T12:17:29.883-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh&apos;s Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><title type='text'>Preston's last soccer game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was Preston's&amp;nbsp;the last soccer for the year. So they started out by getting a team picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbZTj3A9SV8/Tp2-t-FE0KI/AAAAAAAAHYk/luWxwuF8zXY/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbZTj3A9SV8/Tp2-t-FE0KI/AAAAAAAAHYk/luWxwuF8zXY/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Odp-Tiuzzak/Tp2-7p8OEaI/AAAAAAAAHYs/tZ8n1Z7RWlc/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Odp-Tiuzzak/Tp2-7p8OEaI/AAAAAAAAHYs/tZ8n1Z7RWlc/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlSPZapO8E4/Tp2-8aocGwI/AAAAAAAAHY0/VIUeKlK_NKk/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlSPZapO8E4/Tp2-8aocGwI/AAAAAAAAHY0/VIUeKlK_NKk/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They also decided that since it was the last game, the parents could play too. I loved watching Preston play with his dad. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tY65omy4l3I/Tp2-8wOUV2I/AAAAAAAAHY8/MiYOgHjTQLs/s1600/IMG_1020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tY65omy4l3I/Tp2-8wOUV2I/AAAAAAAAHY8/MiYOgHjTQLs/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler playing with the extra balls on the sideline.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYXjKMIYRz4/Tp2-9kVZNaI/AAAAAAAAHZE/Zo_xdY404Pw/s1600/IMG_1021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYXjKMIYRz4/Tp2-9kVZNaI/AAAAAAAAHZE/Zo_xdY404Pw/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zyDApf12qI8/Tp2--uIMwEI/AAAAAAAAHZU/U-G6PXkl5P4/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zyDApf12qI8/Tp2--uIMwEI/AAAAAAAAHZU/U-G6PXkl5P4/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XreHSvO4I6I/Tp2_BIFB9OI/AAAAAAAAHZc/lCXvKFg5LR8/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XreHSvO4I6I/Tp2_BIFB9OI/AAAAAAAAHZc/lCXvKFg5LR8/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XG_vqvgKeg8/Tp2_BzLaSDI/AAAAAAAAHZk/jIagfaEhfzk/s1600/IMG_1027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XG_vqvgKeg8/Tp2_BzLaSDI/AAAAAAAAHZk/jIagfaEhfzk/s320/IMG_1027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rW64GLy_rL8/Tp2_uDDDIZI/AAAAAAAAHb8/I3QrlP_dN9g/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rW64GLy_rL8/Tp2_uDDDIZI/AAAAAAAAHb8/I3QrlP_dN9g/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is one of my favorite pics from the game. Colter is such a great dad to my nephews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiKsoM1Azp0/Tp2_EPgwO5I/AAAAAAAAHZs/Oa_fFlaFiDM/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiKsoM1Azp0/Tp2_EPgwO5I/AAAAAAAAHZs/Oa_fFlaFiDM/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLaRxR8dHz4/Tp2_3EFlREI/AAAAAAAAHcE/CwjuLzS1z50/s1600/IMG_1032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLaRxR8dHz4/Tp2_3EFlREI/AAAAAAAAHcE/CwjuLzS1z50/s320/IMG_1032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler begging for a piece of gum from grandpa. Of course grandpa let him have one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdLtYcH80GI/Tp2___PAJKI/AAAAAAAAHcM/ZmFPB6fXU4E/s1600/IMG_1033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdLtYcH80GI/Tp2___PAJKI/AAAAAAAAHcM/ZmFPB6fXU4E/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj2KCTmdnKo/Tp3AMCKkqFI/AAAAAAAAHcU/3V2gPrYfXR4/s1600/IMG_1034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj2KCTmdnKo/Tp3AMCKkqFI/AAAAAAAAHcU/3V2gPrYfXR4/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0R3HKvhOpw/Tp3ANEwStiI/AAAAAAAAHcc/PoodqngmicY/s1600/IMG_1035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs46cFp-DVA/Tp3AZka3E0I/AAAAAAAAHck/q-mHXjoF7f4/s1600/IMG_1042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs46cFp-DVA/Tp3AZka3E0I/AAAAAAAAHck/q-mHXjoF7f4/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-avB7TUKQ_ss/Tp2_NF8XCCI/AAAAAAAAHa8/XP9m-7YOWU4/s1600/IMG_1045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-avB7TUKQ_ss/Tp2_NF8XCCI/AAAAAAAAHa8/XP9m-7YOWU4/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fw-EPuEWa5w/Tp2_OKgYg5I/AAAAAAAAHbE/aESdGwcro_g/s1600/IMG_1050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnLSAk0JJNg/Tp3Akm1Y3BI/AAAAAAAAHcs/vuj3gRXbmg0/s1600/IMG_1060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnLSAk0JJNg/Tp3Akm1Y3BI/AAAAAAAAHcs/vuj3gRXbmg0/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler throwing a two-year old tantrum for grandma. I couldn't resist getting a picture of it. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZOIdS1DED0/Tp3AlUNWsmI/AAAAAAAAHc0/i05uWzo0-iM/s1600/IMG_1062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZOIdS1DED0/Tp3AlUNWsmI/AAAAAAAAHc0/i05uWzo0-iM/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-1644533271303372237?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1644533271303372237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=1644533271303372237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1644533271303372237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1644533271303372237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/prestons-last-soccer-game.html' title='Preston&apos;s last soccer game'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbZTj3A9SV8/Tp2-t-FE0KI/AAAAAAAAHYk/luWxwuF8zXY/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-5468350485044365871</id><published>2011-10-18T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:57:15.887-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zipper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Gaby the gourd killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week a lady at work brought some of her gourds to work and left in the break room for others to take home for decoration. I took a bagful home. That night I walked in and sat the bag on the floor. Then I put the groceries in the kitchen. When I came back, this is what I found. Gaby had already dug three out of the bag and had gone in for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PjQxdfh-Uc/Tp28uhiDz7I/AAAAAAAAHXk/lFa6lWhEVbM/s1600/IMG_1004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PjQxdfh-Uc/Tp28uhiDz7I/AAAAAAAAHXk/lFa6lWhEVbM/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxswxrutE74/Tp28vDX4kyI/AAAAAAAAHXs/0FiqJbPPCt8/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxswxrutE74/Tp28vDX4kyI/AAAAAAAAHXs/0FiqJbPPCt8/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then she chased this one all over the front room. It made for about an hour of fun before I picked them all up and put them where she hopefully can't get them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOZRazWpIbA/Tp28v_ujhrI/AAAAAAAAHX0/AA-p2uLUy1Q/s1600/IMG_1006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOZRazWpIbA/Tp28v_ujhrI/AAAAAAAAHX0/AA-p2uLUy1Q/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js7Ifb3l_h8/Tp28wSDqECI/AAAAAAAAHX8/oLUmEweiHtk/s1600/IMG_1007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js7Ifb3l_h8/Tp28wSDqECI/AAAAAAAAHX8/oLUmEweiHtk/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q491FPk0LeI/Tp28xOKUo7I/AAAAAAAAHYE/FIDpjsdH0OI/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q491FPk0LeI/Tp28xOKUo7I/AAAAAAAAHYE/FIDpjsdH0OI/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zipper also tried to get in on the fun, but Gaby kept chasing him away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7xodNpvhGg/Tp28xwdBXDI/AAAAAAAAHYM/27rqbGcG9a4/s1600/IMG_1009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7xodNpvhGg/Tp28xwdBXDI/AAAAAAAAHYM/27rqbGcG9a4/s320/IMG_1009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her newest thing is to sit (and explore) on the counter while I do my hair. I know I shouldn't let her, but it seems to be the best way to keep her from climbing my legs so I let her get away with it. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzXcDsvirms/Tp28ym5qveI/AAAAAAAAHYU/PQFKuUKe-ss/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzXcDsvirms/Tp28ym5qveI/AAAAAAAAHYU/PQFKuUKe-ss/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zz-SBoFrrY/Tp28zRf1YkI/AAAAAAAAHYc/Bv-qvvR2rlA/s1600/IMG_1011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zz-SBoFrrY/Tp28zRf1YkI/AAAAAAAAHYc/Bv-qvvR2rlA/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-5468350485044365871?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/5468350485044365871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=5468350485044365871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/5468350485044365871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/5468350485044365871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/gaby-gourd-killer.html' title='Gaby the gourd killer'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PjQxdfh-Uc/Tp28uhiDz7I/AAAAAAAAHXk/lFa6lWhEVbM/s72-c/IMG_1004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-2329522544315610587</id><published>2011-10-18T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:51:27.900-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Polka Dot Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A while back, I saw this cute cake on Pinterest and just had to try it. Here is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://snowybliss.blogspot.com/2011/09/polka-dot-cake.html"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the tutorial I followed to make mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cake had me so stress out even before I started to make it. I needed a cake pop/donut hole machine to make the dots for inside the cake. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be hard to find. I went to 6 different stores in Provo last Friday trying to find one. Each store recommended a different store, which in turn would recommend a different store. At the end of the day, I realized it was time to admit defeat. I headed home, but stopped in Heber at their new Wal-mart to pick up a few things. I found a clerk and asked her about the machine. She knew they didn't have it, but she was pretty sure she had seen it in a store in Park City. Park City was NOT on my home, but I decided I had come so far that I needed to go that extra 30ish mins (one way) out of my way and check. Hallelujah, they had it and it was even on sale! I then completed my trip in Park City by buying some of the cutest Rock Star type outfits I have ever seen for Valex &amp;amp; Daxsen. I can't wait to see them tonight and give them their new clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't used Fondant since the class I took a year ago, so I decided it was time to try fondant on a cake. Yesterday was boss' day so I took it to work. I also had some left over batter from my cake balls, so I made a dozen cupcakes too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42DVC3hSV_Q/Tp24h9Tu3TI/AAAAAAAAHWs/ce3A9kTzwtM/s1600/IMG_1074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42DVC3hSV_Q/Tp24h9Tu3TI/AAAAAAAAHWs/ce3A9kTzwtM/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IyoW8VMawWQ/Tp24itg9r6I/AAAAAAAAHW0/GpHSutpSemk/s1600/IMG_1076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IyoW8VMawWQ/Tp24itg9r6I/AAAAAAAAHW0/GpHSutpSemk/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnrbPfTMXqY/Tp262zhuN9I/AAAAAAAAHXc/Ryucjlj1vAo/s1600/IMG_1077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnrbPfTMXqY/Tp262zhuN9I/AAAAAAAAHXc/Ryucjlj1vAo/s320/IMG_1077.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the time I got to my cupcakes, I was tired, so I didn't frost them any special way. Just slapped some frosting on them and sprinkled with some sprinkles. I know I can do better, but at the moment I just didn't care. I have some cute books with ideas, but each one needed items that I didn't have on hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zo-N3yJlX8g/Tp24kF83e4I/AAAAAAAAHXE/DVSIqB9xHKg/s1600/IMG_1078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zo-N3yJlX8g/Tp24kF83e4I/AAAAAAAAHXE/DVSIqB9xHKg/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I did pretty good with the fondant, given I haven't used it on my own ever. Hopefully next time I can do even better. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v22aN6ZvdLw/Tp24lHLbLHI/AAAAAAAAHXM/mjqxFNMbQSQ/s1600/IMG_1080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v22aN6ZvdLw/Tp24lHLbLHI/AAAAAAAAHXM/mjqxFNMbQSQ/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other highlight of my trip was the Day's Market grocery store in Heber. I swear they are the best store ever and I wish they would relocate closer to home. They were my first stop of the day because I was hoping they would have the cake pop maker. (I've seen the mini cupcake maker there before). Sadly they didn't have the machine, but that didn't stop me from buying a bunch of other stuff. I got some paper plates, napkins and confetti for my upcoming party. Then I also got some cute candy corn decorations, a light up pumpkin, new kitchen towels and Spider salt &amp;amp; pumpkin shakers. I can NOT wait for my party. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UItsg1F-tWQ/Tp24l2P1D5I/AAAAAAAAHXU/GRjOTxzddBs/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UItsg1F-tWQ/Tp24l2P1D5I/AAAAAAAAHXU/GRjOTxzddBs/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-2329522544315610587?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2329522544315610587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=2329522544315610587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2329522544315610587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/2329522544315610587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/polka-dot-cake.html' title='Polka Dot Cake'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42DVC3hSV_Q/Tp24h9Tu3TI/AAAAAAAAHWs/ce3A9kTzwtM/s72-c/IMG_1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-7282887606358354554</id><published>2011-10-11T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:06:27.898-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swap Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I tried something new'/><title type='text'>October Swap Group - Fall Burlap Bunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;October was Jessica's turn to host Swap Group. I knew it would be a fun night, she is such a great hostess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVED her treat bar. It was so cute and so yummy. :) My favorite was the chocolate raspberries, even though I didn't seem to get an up close picture of just them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQAG937woNE/TpNjLiv9MeI/AAAAAAAAHS8/JZBd5XJBWx0/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQAG937woNE/TpNjLiv9MeI/AAAAAAAAHS8/JZBd5XJBWx0/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica always has the coolest stuff. I love her water container. And the little chalkboard, how cool is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TUiyKIV6s-I/TpNjMzAY0ZI/AAAAAAAAHTA/7_WcXP9_on0/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TUiyKIV6s-I/TpNjMzAY0ZI/AAAAAAAAHTA/7_WcXP9_on0/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In August, for her birthday, I gave her some cupcake books. Her pumpkin cupcakes came from one of the books. They turned out so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGT7Q5KVYMc/TpNjNy_9bHI/AAAAAAAAHTE/AHb9z8AzNlA/s1600/IMG_0932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGT7Q5KVYMc/TpNjNy_9bHI/AAAAAAAAHTE/AHb9z8AzNlA/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;For her craft, Jessica choose &lt;a href="http://lessthanperfectlifeofbliss.blogspot.com/2010/09/blissful-burlap-bunting-for-fall.html"&gt;Fall Burlap Bunting&lt;/a&gt;. I've never worked with burlap before, and since there was no sewing, I was excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;We started by cutting out the triangles. I wanted to do a fall and a Halloween banner, so I cut out twice as many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1eWIVFupZk/TpNjsFl48GI/AAAAAAAAHTw/l2CXOUwsnTw/s1600/IMG_0933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1eWIVFupZk/TpNjsFl48GI/AAAAAAAAHTw/l2CXOUwsnTw/s320/IMG_0933.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before hand, I had decided on my words and printed them out on regular paper. The letters were about 2 inches high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDwyDDDXz3s/TpNjQRTzXzI/AAAAAAAAHTM/0j6zCsR9GiE/s1600/IMG_0934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDwyDDDXz3s/TpNjQRTzXzI/AAAAAAAAHTM/0j6zCsR9GiE/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We cut the letters out in squares and taped them to freezer paper. Then we traced around the letters with an exacto knife. On letters that had a center, like an "o", we had to save the center part for later. Before I could cut out "fall", one of the other gals showed up. She had precut several out using her Cricut machine. I have a Cricut, why wasn't I smart enough to do that. :p So instead of cutting out mine, I used one of hers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0K32iDf7sM/TpNjSpGFCqI/AAAAAAAAHTU/zCS7T9fiFXM/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0K32iDf7sM/TpNjSpGFCqI/AAAAAAAAHTU/zCS7T9fiFXM/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ironed our letters onto the burlap. This is where you needed the center piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VJ-psQv4XI/TpNjT8X4yPI/AAAAAAAAHTY/LMGZzUMm6AU/s1600/IMG_0937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VJ-psQv4XI/TpNjT8X4yPI/AAAAAAAAHTY/LMGZzUMm6AU/s320/IMG_0937.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;After that, we used a sponge type tool to paint our burlap through our stencils. After letting them dry, we peeled the stencil off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cS9iQwO43u8/TpNj3tVq3XI/AAAAAAAAHT0/Xy1sPUIOVTg/s1600/IMG_0938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cS9iQwO43u8/TpNj3tVq3XI/AAAAAAAAHT0/Xy1sPUIOVTg/s320/IMG_0938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, we hot glued ribbon on to give it color and flourish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk-TL47aRFM/TpNkDtkfFDI/AAAAAAAAHT4/hsjvU74_dpk/s1600/IMG_0939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk-TL47aRFM/TpNkDtkfFDI/AAAAAAAAHT4/hsjvU74_dpk/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to take a picture of this cute ghost, even though now I can't remember who made it or who won it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4YirdMg7QAI/TpNjXQSm2_I/AAAAAAAAHTk/IGT3V5H9_lo/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4YirdMg7QAI/TpNjXQSm2_I/AAAAAAAAHTk/IGT3V5H9_lo/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My triangles all finished up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zk4d6wXYdXQ/TpNjY_db69I/AAAAAAAAHTo/0JsJyZet4To/s1600/IMG_0942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zk4d6wXYdXQ/TpNjY_db69I/AAAAAAAAHTo/0JsJyZet4To/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My finished "fall" banner. I put it up long enough for a picture and will put it back up after Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZs3vGLSGpQ/TpRy3SX_8fI/AAAAAAAAHWE/PhlGrdIZ3Lw/s1600/IMG_0990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZs3vGLSGpQ/TpRy3SX_8fI/AAAAAAAAHWE/PhlGrdIZ3Lw/s320/IMG_0990.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Halloween banner. I LOVE it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcn7icYPqic/TpRy1jeIDnI/AAAAAAAAHV8/pGCraRzMPkM/s1600/IMG_0989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcn7icYPqic/TpRy1jeIDnI/AAAAAAAAHV8/pGCraRzMPkM/s320/IMG_0989.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Jessica for choosing such a fun craft! The group is talking about going back to just swapping tucks or ornies, but I kind of hope they don't. I have LOVED learning new crafts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-7282887606358354554?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/7282887606358354554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=7282887606358354554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7282887606358354554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/7282887606358354554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-swap-group-fall-burlap-bunting.html' title='October Swap Group - Fall Burlap Bunting'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQAG937woNE/TpNjLiv9MeI/AAAAAAAAHS8/JZBd5XJBWx0/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3546532043407066282</id><published>2011-10-10T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:03:49.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><title type='text'>Corn Maize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After my Pampered Chef Party, we decided to go to the Corn Maize with Andrew &amp;amp; Jessica. They go ever year at night. We had never been in the dark, so I was excited. (On a side note, I was also excited to learn that my old winter coat fits now that I've lost all this weight.) We bought our hot chocolate and glow sticks and were off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A picture at the top of the bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRmsAKb7Qfo/TpNl29r6EuI/AAAAAAAAHUs/ht50TN7iPhU/s1600/IMG_0971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRmsAKb7Qfo/TpNl29r6EuI/AAAAAAAAHUs/ht50TN7iPhU/s320/IMG_0971.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObCOwjL1rK8/TpNl4_VWMJI/AAAAAAAAHUw/qR7DSp51HO4/s1600/IMG_0973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObCOwjL1rK8/TpNl4_VWMJI/AAAAAAAAHUw/qR7DSp51HO4/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was trying to get a picture of the near full moon while looking through the corn husks. I wish my pictures had turned out better, the moon looked so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWCbWvzg2Y0/TpNl6a56bpI/AAAAAAAAHU0/M5gj30fn3wY/s1600/IMG_0974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWCbWvzg2Y0/TpNl6a56bpI/AAAAAAAAHU0/M5gj30fn3wY/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRSSvo7ADOk/TpNnGp-vUPI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/tzo6YLSKLmI/s1600/IMG_0976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRSSvo7ADOk/TpNnGp-vUPI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/tzo6YLSKLmI/s320/IMG_0976.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Right before I took this picture, we were joking that he was going to break his string and his glow stick&amp;nbsp;would fly into the corn. Right as I clicked the picture, his string broke and his glow stick flew into the corn. Luckily it didn't go far, so it wasn't hard to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajSgUktVU-o/TpNnEruj7pI/AAAAAAAAHVM/8Y62VUZl4do/s1600/IMG_0978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajSgUktVU-o/TpNnEruj7pI/AAAAAAAAHVM/8Y62VUZl4do/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Andrew was guide. We would stop at most splits so he could study the little map that comes on a postcard. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zcO4rqVwG0/TpNl-_z2MfI/AAAAAAAAHU8/6i00-3niv0Y/s1600/IMG_0981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zcO4rqVwG0/TpNl-_z2MfI/AAAAAAAAHU8/6i00-3niv0Y/s320/IMG_0981.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfLz_dpacCc/TpNmEiQ1ycI/AAAAAAAAHVE/JbOYMuEsYZw/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfLz_dpacCc/TpNmEiQ1ycI/AAAAAAAAHVE/JbOYMuEsYZw/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great night. We had TONS of fun and can't wait for next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBPtmZmv8jY/TpNmG4xQPII/AAAAAAAAHVI/WdVXXE91YwE/s1600/IMG_0984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBPtmZmv8jY/TpNmG4xQPII/AAAAAAAAHVI/WdVXXE91YwE/s320/IMG_0984.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3546532043407066282?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3546532043407066282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3546532043407066282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3546532043407066282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3546532043407066282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/corn-maize.html' title='Corn Maize'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRmsAKb7Qfo/TpNl29r6EuI/AAAAAAAAHUs/ht50TN7iPhU/s72-c/IMG_0971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-1314925186877063476</id><published>2011-10-10T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:56:55.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><title type='text'>Josh's Elk Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love October because it means Halloween is here. Josh loves October because it means time for hunting season. He has been like a little kid. Each day he would text his brother telling him how many more days until elk season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The elk season opened on Saturday, so Josh and his brother hiked in on Friday so they could camp overnight. This plan was made months in advance, so long before the weather turned cold. I thought when we saw snow in the mountains, two days before, they would change their minds. But not these die hard hunters. They still hiked in on Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday morning they woke up to more snow and fog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeyPB_V2QkA/TpNoA8oBS3I/AAAAAAAAHVU/6Vg6FkVh-FE/s1600/SDC10446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeyPB_V2QkA/TpNoA8oBS3I/AAAAAAAAHVU/6Vg6FkVh-FE/s320/SDC10446.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRgjhyniQ8U/TpNoC2_UsWI/AAAAAAAAHVY/3uwI6YB0BV4/s1600/SDC10447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRgjhyniQ8U/TpNoC2_UsWI/AAAAAAAAHVY/3uwI6YB0BV4/s320/SDC10447.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;A picture of their camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6YgWq2iFkI/TpNoNQOLKgI/AAAAAAAAHVo/jP15Nkdc6C8/s1600/SDC10456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6YgWq2iFkI/TpNoNQOLKgI/AAAAAAAAHVo/jP15Nkdc6C8/s320/SDC10456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Fy1uxm-Do/TpNoGptig4I/AAAAAAAAHVc/AIWmOLC3KZQ/s1600/SDC10448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Fy1uxm-Do/TpNoGptig4I/AAAAAAAAHVc/AIWmOLC3KZQ/s320/SDC10448.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad their hard efforts paid off. Josh shot his elk Saturday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5YBbUEHu6g/TpNoJRVReGI/AAAAAAAAHVg/NMOXwt_46tI/s1600/SDC10451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5YBbUEHu6g/TpNoJRVReGI/AAAAAAAAHVg/NMOXwt_46tI/s320/SDC10451.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2gUwuJ87wM/TpNoLgirpJI/AAAAAAAAHVk/vb5QqTTIC-Y/s1600/SDC10452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2gUwuJ87wM/TpNoLgirpJI/AAAAAAAAHVk/vb5QqTTIC-Y/s320/SDC10452.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mR3cgofXSQ/TpNodY_tKHI/AAAAAAAAHVw/2bGtFpvna1c/s1600/SDC10458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mR3cgofXSQ/TpNodY_tKHI/AAAAAAAAHVw/2bGtFpvna1c/s320/SDC10458.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyKnKUSmrUA/TpNoeyHcVRI/AAAAAAAAHV0/66sIVuBXlYU/s1600/SDC10459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyKnKUSmrUA/TpNoeyHcVRI/AAAAAAAAHV0/66sIVuBXlYU/s320/SDC10459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They hiked out with just the head (the important part) on Saturday. Then on Sunday they rode the horses in and brought the rest out. I'm so proud of my husband and how he works to take care of his family. And I love how excited he gets about hunting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rnaw6ZszFI/TpNogoOllCI/AAAAAAAAHV4/dKVDAb9mcHU/s1600/SDC10461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rnaw6ZszFI/TpNogoOllCI/AAAAAAAAHV4/dKVDAb9mcHU/s320/SDC10461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-1314925186877063476?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1314925186877063476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=1314925186877063476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1314925186877063476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1314925186877063476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/joshs-elk-hunt.html' title='Josh&apos;s Elk Hunt'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeyPB_V2QkA/TpNoA8oBS3I/AAAAAAAAHVU/6Vg6FkVh-FE/s72-c/SDC10446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-8003848561036595949</id><published>2011-10-10T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:32:02.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Adventures &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family by nature but friends by choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Pampered Chef Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;October is my favorite time of year, so I try to find many ways to celebrate it. This year, I decided to host a Pampered Chef Party. I have spent the last 6 weeks pouring over my Taste of Home Halloween magazines and my menu kept growing. Part of the Pampered Chef Party is that you make a dish, but I still wanted to serve some fun Halloween dishes. At first I was only going to make the pretzel pumpkin grahams, but then I remembered my cake plate. So I decided to make something to go on it. Then I remembered my spider dish, so I had to make something to go in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvIfTUM0o3c/TpNlTu9FE3I/AAAAAAAAHUE/InNsPamMZx0/s1600/IMG_0964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvIfTUM0o3c/TpNlTu9FE3I/AAAAAAAAHUE/InNsPamMZx0/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For punch, I made &lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/10/spooky-citrus-punch.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spooky Citrus Punch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRNNwD5j6ko/TpNlV-60WRI/AAAAAAAAHUI/06p60wHA0sw/s1600/IMG_0965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRNNwD5j6ko/TpNlV-60WRI/AAAAAAAAHUI/06p60wHA0sw/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chocolate bars I had my Pampered Chef Consultant make. They taste a lot like an Almond Joy bar, only better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZDBfWPXp_I/TpNlYf3BphI/AAAAAAAAHUM/OOhJMH-M9tM/s1600/IMG_0960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZDBfWPXp_I/TpNlYf3BphI/AAAAAAAAHUM/OOhJMH-M9tM/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretzel-pumpkin-grahams.html"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Pretzel Grahams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WE5hlqqcL2w/TpNlcblljlI/AAAAAAAAHUU/x7Tk3Tw7JTA/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WE5hlqqcL2w/TpNlcblljlI/AAAAAAAAHUU/x7Tk3Tw7JTA/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/09/goblins-orange-popcorn.html"&gt;Goblins Popcorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smr5BpG5kSY/TpNldpa66KI/AAAAAAAAHUY/ioKQ4F_Y84A/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smr5BpG5kSY/TpNldpa66KI/AAAAAAAAHUY/ioKQ4F_Y84A/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingwithsourbonk.blogspot.com/2011/10/ribbon-pumpkin-bread.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Ribbon Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oS8QyDcKfkQ/TpNley8F-BI/AAAAAAAAHUc/o_LrXkM2agw/s1600/IMG_0963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oS8QyDcKfkQ/TpNley8F-BI/AAAAAAAAHUc/o_LrXkM2agw/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow, I only took picture of my nephews at the party, but none of the other guest. :) Sorry friends, I guess that means they are cuter. I also had to get a picture of them each wearing Halloween shirts I gave to them a few weeks ago. It melted my heart how cute they each looked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to get a picture of Barb holding these two. The older child, Tyler is her grandson. When she decided to hold my sister's baby, he was a little concerned. When his grandma got up to pass the baby on, he was right at her elbow so his grandma wouldn't forget him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H61n0HfLs20/TpNljqV270I/AAAAAAAAHUg/7YW6iOobSVk/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H61n0HfLs20/TpNljqV270I/AAAAAAAAHUg/7YW6iOobSVk/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daxsen in his Halloween outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8lbIRuWY_U/TpNllR2VBqI/AAAAAAAAHUk/Pwyk4mLGkmg/s1600/IMG_0967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8lbIRuWY_U/TpNllR2VBqI/AAAAAAAAHUk/Pwyk4mLGkmg/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valex in his Halloween shirt. He had just looked outside at Zipper. He is so CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XB6KfA42aiU/TpNlnlObU4I/AAAAAAAAHUo/xPpjlOfsNYE/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XB6KfA42aiU/TpNlnlObU4I/AAAAAAAAHUo/xPpjlOfsNYE/s320/IMG_0966.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-8003848561036595949?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8003848561036595949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=8003848561036595949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8003848561036595949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8003848561036595949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/pampered-chef-party.html' title='Pampered Chef Party'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvIfTUM0o3c/TpNlTu9FE3I/AAAAAAAAHUE/InNsPamMZx0/s72-c/IMG_0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-1755137559890600215</id><published>2011-10-10T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:36:30.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zipper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pyro'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;During my Pampered Chef Party, some of my guests wanted to meet Gaby. I knew she was hiding in the bedroom because our cats are not social creatures. What I didn't expect was to find her hiding in the same place Pyro was hiding. That is the closest I've ever seen her get to Pyro without Pyro hissing at her. I think she had to have snuck into the other side so Pyro didn't know she was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enrUQOJiDJQ/TpNkcsY8hOI/AAAAAAAAHT8/HYFROyOZKUA/s1600/IMG_0958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enrUQOJiDJQ/TpNkcsY8hOI/AAAAAAAAHT8/HYFROyOZKUA/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also had to take this picture of Gaby and Zipper sleeping on the bed. I think he's pinning her down so she won't bite him when she wakes up. Chewing on him seems to be her favorite thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Whbmel-nK8/TpNkeDs4npI/AAAAAAAAHUA/pZogDJKV9i8/s1600/IMG_0956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Whbmel-nK8/TpNkeDs4npI/AAAAAAAAHUA/pZogDJKV9i8/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-1755137559890600215?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1755137559890600215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=1755137559890600215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1755137559890600215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/1755137559890600215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleeping-cats.html' title='Sleeping Cats'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enrUQOJiDJQ/TpNkcsY8hOI/AAAAAAAAHT8/HYFROyOZKUA/s72-c/IMG_0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-3924231454241229778</id><published>2011-10-10T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:28:59.088-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swaperoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Fall Swaperoo '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told my Swaperoo partner that I was obsessed with pumpkins. I am so glad she took that to heart. I LOVE the wood pumpkins she sent me and the pumpkin lantern. And the pumpkin cupcake holders. I also loved the chocolate and potpourri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efR9nexHlM0/TpNiqsCJSBI/AAAAAAAAHS4/aOck1mwz0wU/s1600/IMG_0955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efR9nexHlM0/TpNiqsCJSBI/AAAAAAAAHS4/aOck1mwz0wU/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-3924231454241229778?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3924231454241229778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=3924231454241229778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3924231454241229778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/3924231454241229778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-swaperoo-11.html' title='Fall Swaperoo &apos;11'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s220/IMG_1233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efR9nexHlM0/TpNiqsCJSBI/AAAAAAAAHS4/aOck1mwz0wU/s72-c/IMG_0955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846891572037120739.post-8669012904453229129</id><published>2011-10-10T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:18:54.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Hair Makeover Reward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One day, back in March, I woke up with the desire to start a diet. Trust me, it felt very strange to me. I only told a few select people, simply because - I didn't think I could do it. I didn't want to tell people about it and then fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thirty weeks later I'm proud to announce, I did NOT fail. I'm now down (almost) 50 pounds!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not done with my weight loss journey yet, but I decided it was time for a big reward for all my hard work. So I got a hair makeover. I kept the same cut, but all new color. I.LOVE.IT! Its hard to see, but even my bottom layer is a darker color, which I LOVE. And I LOVE the red. Yep, I LOVE it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yc5WqZ1F_BA/TooiPlOf3MI/AAAAAAAAHSs/SFc0WYHd1l0/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yc5WqZ1F_BA/TooiPlOf3MI/AAAAAAAAHSs/SFc0WYHd1l0/s320/IMG_0900.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also switched to an orange feather for Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-XmjquDTPQ/TooiQWdxSHI/AAAAAAAAHSw/furMuTQBCRU/s1600/IMG_0852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-XmjquDTPQ/TooiQWdxSHI/AAAAAAAAHSw/furMuTQBCRU/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/sourbonk/59fc41f94d340e3d2761cd5bb224cf12.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846891572037120739-8669012904453229129?l=countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8669012904453229129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6846891572037120739&amp;postID=8669012904453229129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8669012904453229129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846891572037120739/posts/default/8669012904453229129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countlesstomorrows.blogspot.com/2011/10/hair-makeover-reward.html' title='Hair Makeover Reward'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-G0HBkUiU/TvpPb737NeI/AAAAAAAAIQA/AQ4hIx0wMi8/s
