<?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-3977488309565955812</id><updated>2012-02-21T08:47:05.249-06:00</updated><category term='r'/><title type='text'>Livin' Life On Bixby Avenue</title><subtitle type='html'>Ah!  There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
~Jane Austen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>454</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-4825637799236844338</id><published>2012-02-19T16:15:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T20:30:33.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Sunday Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAwDOezLpjA/T0Gj96xC0PI/AAAAAAAAHXw/4EGgA66_rv0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAwDOezLpjA/T0Gj96xC0PI/AAAAAAAAHXw/4EGgA66_rv0/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711026086624809202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring is in the air!  Can you smell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the grocery store yesterday, I came upon Victoria magazine, which I used to subscribe to years ago, but had stopped production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APl7EQ7UtqU/T0F8Iiex-II/AAAAAAAAHXk/yT6-5P9UV7Y/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APl7EQ7UtqU/T0F8Iiex-II/AAAAAAAAHXk/yT6-5P9UV7Y/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710982288619206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a fun magazine just for the delightful photos so I grabbed a copy to enjoy at home.  The bright colorful flowers on the cover were enough to draw my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0o1LJ2gNAVU/T0F2EDoUOZI/AAAAAAAAHXM/i88NeZKGd0U/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0o1LJ2gNAVU/T0F2EDoUOZI/AAAAAAAAHXM/i88NeZKGd0U/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710975614548457874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It did not disappoint.  I love the idea of setting a table outside with a tablecloth &amp;amp; fresh flowers.  And, look at those things hanging from the tree!  Are they paper doilies?  Very pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNcBfKkRRsc/T0F13nfHQSI/AAAAAAAAHXA/QtvfBqsfuGo/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNcBfKkRRsc/T0F13nfHQSI/AAAAAAAAHXA/QtvfBqsfuGo/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710975400835236130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite the fact that I share this house with 4 other people, I found myself happily alone in a silent living room yesterday. The sun was streaming through the window as I paged through my new magazine.  Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLKLEtoReRk/T0F0_7Q-f5I/AAAAAAAAHW0/t6nq8iWW0eQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLKLEtoReRk/T0F0_7Q-f5I/AAAAAAAAHW0/t6nq8iWW0eQ/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710974444071976850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to try this recipe called Baked Eggs Marsala.  You bake them in single servings.  What a fancy idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmrWKUmDT1s/T0F06fX1HRI/AAAAAAAAHWo/l6WGY7yc7c8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmrWKUmDT1s/T0F06fX1HRI/AAAAAAAAHWo/l6WGY7yc7c8/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710974350685183250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I'm craving egg salad sandwiches, one of my all time favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNp1tie_X1U/T0F0x2sk-iI/AAAAAAAAHWc/EbUdGKv-iZs/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNp1tie_X1U/T0F0x2sk-iI/AAAAAAAAHWc/EbUdGKv-iZs/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710974202327398946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent a large part of the day reading my next book club book, Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout.  I still haven't finished, but I truly enjoy her writing style.  She captures real life situations, that's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off the day, we had homemade burgers with all the fixin's for supper (even fried onions), complete with ice cream sundaes for dessert.  A summer-type supper.  Mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-4825637799236844338?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/4825637799236844338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=4825637799236844338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4825637799236844338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4825637799236844338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/02/simple-sunday-pleasures.html' title='Simple Sunday Pleasures'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAwDOezLpjA/T0Gj96xC0PI/AAAAAAAAHXw/4EGgA66_rv0/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-840288561092675385</id><published>2012-02-08T21:39:00.080-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T08:38:43.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February... the month of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3hBp1aIIE8/TzNKXrhebXI/AAAAAAAAHWQ/hJg2hOKTD0A/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3hBp1aIIE8/TzNKXrhebXI/AAAAAAAAHWQ/hJg2hOKTD0A/s400/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706986923489127794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a thrill to watch my cousin, Brandon, marry his best friend, Abby, last weekend.  Brandon was the ring bearer at my wedding 20 years ago (a little trivia I knew you'd enjoy).  They are the sweetest.couple.ever.  Trust me, they ARE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp47ursiqaA/TzNKRI7iyNI/AAAAAAAAHWE/5Q-kiMuXdn0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp47ursiqaA/TzNKRI7iyNI/AAAAAAAAHWE/5Q-kiMuXdn0/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706986811124009170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other big news... while shopping for dress clothes with my three boys, they declared they would prefer suits.  These are the same boys who wear jeans and t-shirts every day of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33e_-di89f0/TzNKLTY2n7I/AAAAAAAAHV4/-8GCRwjObWU/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33e_-di89f0/TzNKLTY2n7I/AAAAAAAAHV4/-8GCRwjObWU/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706986710852083634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can barely get them to put on a dress shirt for Christmas (but they do) so you can imagine my surprise (and great joy) when all three were interested in a new suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9BpA7-En9A/TzNKGHAxosI/AAAAAAAAHVs/3PWIn_KUsaw/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9BpA7-En9A/TzNKGHAxosI/AAAAAAAAHVs/3PWIn_KUsaw/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706986621630522050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suits they wanted so suits they got!  I am biased, of course, but I thought they looked like The Beatles (minus one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ons-FOJauXs/TzNJ_1D-DGI/AAAAAAAAHVg/0TwE9HqKfA8/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ons-FOJauXs/TzNJ_1D-DGI/AAAAAAAAHVg/0TwE9HqKfA8/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706986513732865122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin, Heather, talking to her new sister-in-law (Mom Vicki in the background).  Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nz78Bslrrc0/TzNJtgQkBaI/AAAAAAAAHVU/4Tc6lUdKGQk/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nz78Bslrrc0/TzNJtgQkBaI/AAAAAAAAHVU/4Tc6lUdKGQk/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706986198910895522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWSCn7WPoaE/TzNJkZGWYYI/AAAAAAAAHVI/EA4Ece90MSE/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWSCn7WPoaE/TzNJkZGWYYI/AAAAAAAAHVI/EA4Ece90MSE/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706986042370187650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Blues Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCHOmOT-fGc/TzNJftCbKJI/AAAAAAAAHU8/91KsxQHiMDY/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCHOmOT-fGc/TzNJftCbKJI/AAAAAAAAHU8/91KsxQHiMDY/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706985961823086738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other side of the table: the Real troublemakers.  Don't let them fool you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_l8UDdD-bcM/TzNJbnGFt2I/AAAAAAAAHUw/Z37tau5d0W0/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_l8UDdD-bcM/TzNJbnGFt2I/AAAAAAAAHUw/Z37tau5d0W0/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706985891508369250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WqvmG37VZ9Y/TzNJOwzQWwI/AAAAAAAAHUk/IlVgvp-9rto/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WqvmG37VZ9Y/TzNJOwzQWwI/AAAAAAAAHUk/IlVgvp-9rto/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706985670775429890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I mentioned my boys wore suits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLR2Uyd0l5s/TzNJD8azkUI/AAAAAAAAHUY/4EvmKaaLJZg/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLR2Uyd0l5s/TzNJD8azkUI/AAAAAAAAHUY/4EvmKaaLJZg/s400/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706985484915544386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Aunt Vicki (my mom's seester) and my Uncle Dave.  The proud parents of the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbuN-TnGF6I/TzNI7MjCEhI/AAAAAAAAHUM/q1PA-Ni0uLk/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbuN-TnGF6I/TzNI7MjCEhI/AAAAAAAAHUM/q1PA-Ni0uLk/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706985334626193938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meine familie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrXR2YFjsWc/TzNIoLhAFAI/AAAAAAAAHUA/5M9ZiksmJfc/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrXR2YFjsWc/TzNIoLhAFAI/AAAAAAAAHUA/5M9ZiksmJfc/s400/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706985007931724802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Youngest to oldest:  Ethan, Ashley, Alex, Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGa7R748QHQ/TzNIkCvv6kI/AAAAAAAAHT0/06owPIx0Ee8/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGa7R748QHQ/TzNIkCvv6kI/AAAAAAAAHT0/06owPIx0Ee8/s400/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706984936858184258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kind of like these four kids.  Just a little.  Wait... kids?  Okay, teens, young adults, students?  They're hardly "kids" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfA2-i1Hans/TzNH-TKbbTI/AAAAAAAAHTo/0c68TQC4n3w/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfA2-i1Hans/TzNH-TKbbTI/AAAAAAAAHTo/0c68TQC4n3w/s400/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706984288430026034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin Andrew &amp;amp; Elliot.  Buds.  Andrew is brother to the groom and the youngest sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V72yvme80A0/TzNH40haIrI/AAAAAAAAHTc/_8BCI75m5Fw/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V72yvme80A0/TzNH40haIrI/AAAAAAAAHTc/_8BCI75m5Fw/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706984194305565362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wanted to adopt him when he was younger, but his parents wouldn't let us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpSTclRngd0/TzNHxvkrlWI/AAAAAAAAHTQ/jVhsPM112RI/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpSTclRngd0/TzNHxvkrlWI/AAAAAAAAHTQ/jVhsPM112RI/s400/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706984072718030178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew pretending to yell into the phone.  This is staged.  No comment.  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOTfimiHvYA/TzNHqPnXGsI/AAAAAAAAHTE/lnD3xITkPW4/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOTfimiHvYA/TzNHqPnXGsI/AAAAAAAAHTE/lnD3xITkPW4/s400/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706983943880252098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins Ashley &amp;amp; Andrew.  No relation to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH7jiKahxSY/TzNHl7123oI/AAAAAAAAHS4/B-_4iUb_tIE/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH7jiKahxSY/TzNHl7123oI/AAAAAAAAHS4/B-_4iUb_tIE/s400/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706983869852868226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, maybe they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsvsq4fDSQs/TzNHfT07OGI/AAAAAAAAHSs/Sdv7eyZuZsk/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsvsq4fDSQs/TzNHfT07OGI/AAAAAAAAHSs/Sdv7eyZuZsk/s400/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706983756032325730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These folks should be on the dance floor right now.  Shame on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XZcN1WvsKk/TzNHSTOyujI/AAAAAAAAHSg/sB6hT9Wr87Y/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XZcN1WvsKk/TzNHSTOyujI/AAAAAAAAHSg/sB6hT9Wr87Y/s400/096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706983532534086194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin Shawn, his wife Valerie, and their kids, Logan &amp;amp; Alayna.  Shawn is the brother of the groom and the eldest sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCwpZPhYOiA/TzNGi9UE_wI/AAAAAAAAHSY/vhFDOfF8eoA/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCwpZPhYOiA/TzNGi9UE_wI/AAAAAAAAHSY/vhFDOfF8eoA/s400/132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706982719196823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, it became the Connie (nickname "Aunt Missy") show.  Here she is with Andrew &amp;amp; Shawn (her nephews).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqc3i-MATHQ/TzNF1a1JVsI/AAAAAAAAHR8/LczblF25ntw/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqc3i-MATHQ/TzNF1a1JVsI/AAAAAAAAHR8/LczblF25ntw/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706981936846165698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An Aunt with her five nieces/nephews and two great nieces tossed in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXkprj8ZuTg/TzNEjSOM94I/AAAAAAAAHRk/6CynwK3q1MM/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXkprj8ZuTg/TzNEjSOM94I/AAAAAAAAHRk/6CynwK3q1MM/s400/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706980525786068866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sisters:  Vicki &amp;amp; Connie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Xbl6aAFqwE/TzNEeWjkPJI/AAAAAAAAHRY/WWOcYgEPU1M/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Xbl6aAFqwE/TzNEeWjkPJI/AAAAAAAAHRY/WWOcYgEPU1M/s400/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706980441050070162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom &amp;amp; cousin Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOUqt453bLA/TzNERIYyh5I/AAAAAAAAHRA/2B7KEX4huEY/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOUqt453bLA/TzNERIYyh5I/AAAAAAAAHRA/2B7KEX4huEY/s400/094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706980213908473746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The handsome groom, Brandon, and his Aunt Missy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RErvNOIRbuo/TzND4EBHUuI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/zjnDXazz4jE/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RErvNOIRbuo/TzND4EBHUuI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/zjnDXazz4jE/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706979783238701794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby &amp;amp; Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQiP52Vipqw/TzNDq8S_dTI/AAAAAAAAHQo/Mqhv2hbqbzs/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQiP52Vipqw/TzNDq8S_dTI/AAAAAAAAHQo/Mqhv2hbqbzs/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706979557827900722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The groom dances with his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGABwjybwds/TzNByV-XldI/AAAAAAAAHQE/QTSiFIiHpM4/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGABwjybwds/TzNByV-XldI/AAAAAAAAHQE/QTSiFIiHpM4/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706977485956552146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Dave &amp;amp; his daughters, Heather &amp;amp; Allison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JNSFA9gEHI/TzNBsBxPloI/AAAAAAAAHP4/uJ8EAD93FY0/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JNSFA9gEHI/TzNBsBxPloI/AAAAAAAAHP4/uJ8EAD93FY0/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706977377453577858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a father/daughter dance.  Derrick &amp;amp; Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZihT8As_Ak/TzNBn_KGqsI/AAAAAAAAHPs/9GDFWV4efN8/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZihT8As_Ak/TzNBn_KGqsI/AAAAAAAAHPs/9GDFWV4efN8/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706977308033067714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Show offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0QT6ResLXQ/TzNBeSudTtI/AAAAAAAAHPg/FsGzH0qPfNc/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0QT6ResLXQ/TzNBeSudTtI/AAAAAAAAHPg/FsGzH0qPfNc/s400/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706977141487128274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Connie was the only one to get Alex onto the dance floor... just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5Duo0EIWfA/TzNBNGpSz4I/AAAAAAAAHPU/BqzTsb7lg7g/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5Duo0EIWfA/TzNBNGpSz4I/AAAAAAAAHPU/BqzTsb7lg7g/s400/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706976846186467202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon, on the other hand, well, you can't touch him.  Dancing is in his veins.  Plus, it's Hammer time.  His nephew, Carson (Heather's son), blew us all away with his break dancing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6d7qUkPadzU/TzNBAn6Ge_I/AAAAAAAAHPI/tbhi0KD6nhs/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6d7qUkPadzU/TzNBAn6Ge_I/AAAAAAAAHPI/tbhi0KD6nhs/s400/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706976631777033202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keep your eye on this kid.  He might be famous one day.  Or, at least, very well liked.  He's a lot like his Uncle Brando.  Did I mention he's 5?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_B4SRIFcTk/TzNAsPk6OHI/AAAAAAAAHO8/UW-LKhk0CDk/s1600/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_B4SRIFcTk/TzNAsPk6OHI/AAAAAAAAHO8/UW-LKhk0CDk/s400/121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706976281648314482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations to Brandon &amp;amp; Abby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful wedding and we're so happy for your new life together.  Enjoy that Florida honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Call us if you ever need Scripture readers again.  I'm pretty sure I rocked that job w/my scanning of the audience.  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Last night the sky looked like this (and spring was on the way)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gnS23BXYtzc/TytDsI_SALI/AAAAAAAAHOk/kuGWQqFx218/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gnS23BXYtzc/TytDsI_SALI/AAAAAAAAHOk/kuGWQqFx218/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704727778601074866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we woke up to a frosty wonderland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7qo-nfsqkk/TytDhqM3IpI/AAAAAAAAHOY/wBjcnOG5nOQ/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7qo-nfsqkk/TytDhqM3IpI/AAAAAAAAHOY/wBjcnOG5nOQ/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704727598537843346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe we can wait a bit longer for spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-104r0pUcuI0/TytDTPj7I3I/AAAAAAAAHOM/MdtZmiJpfQI/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-104r0pUcuI0/TytDTPj7I3I/AAAAAAAAHOM/MdtZmiJpfQI/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704727350868648818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our corner of the world was covered with hoarfrost (definition: a deposit of needle like ice crystals formed on the ground by direct condensation at temperatures below freezing point.  Also called 'white frost').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvixEI0H1Lg/TytDLrebKLI/AAAAAAAAHOA/7jkXaK0fgtY/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvixEI0H1Lg/TytDLrebKLI/AAAAAAAAHOA/7jkXaK0fgtY/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704727220922820786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my lima beans, it was beeUtiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZGGFYxDWK4/TytDHGfPoTI/AAAAAAAAHN0/fAYGVP3XZh8/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZGGFYxDWK4/TytDHGfPoTI/AAAAAAAAHN0/fAYGVP3XZh8/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704727142274670898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All those spiky pokey crystals of ice covering Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A96jXAglug/TytDB6_6bII/AAAAAAAAHNo/StGCYwiiSJw/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A96jXAglug/TytDB6_6bII/AAAAAAAAHNo/StGCYwiiSJw/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704727053291121794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I prefer the name White Frost, don't you?  That's Derrick shoveling the front walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JS1_G37tJgM/TytC9D5OvMI/AAAAAAAAHNc/RyQr-U8LPvQ/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JS1_G37tJgM/TytC9D5OvMI/AAAAAAAAHNc/RyQr-U8LPvQ/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704726969779666114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Brew me a cup for a winter's night.&lt;br /&gt;For the wind howls loud and the furies  fight;&lt;br /&gt;Spice it with love and stir it with care,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll toast our bright  eyes,&lt;br /&gt;my sweetheart fair."&lt;br /&gt;~Minna Thomas Antrim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lS_sQSd4I0A/TytC2ddHSRI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/uqWMWy52D8k/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lS_sQSd4I0A/TytC2ddHSRI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/uqWMWy52D8k/s400/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704726856381974802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took the daycare kids outside to play this afternoon.  Spiky frost was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2nIXK6WwWs/TytCv13NVeI/AAAAAAAAHNE/uMH3tD2-xxI/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2nIXK6WwWs/TytCv13NVeI/AAAAAAAAHNE/uMH3tD2-xxI/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704726742674789858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clad with snowpants, hats and mittens, they loved the chance to play outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI17UdJxE64/TytCp55sevI/AAAAAAAAHM4/W__mtcnfg2U/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI17UdJxE64/TytCp55sevI/AAAAAAAAHM4/W__mtcnfg2U/s400/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704726640679746290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure they noticed the beauty quite like I did, but they had fun and their cheeks turned pink.  Their parents were happy we ventured outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gj2hdTNuLr0/TytCf84XN1I/AAAAAAAAHMo/AtsQX4aaXLw/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gj2hdTNuLr0/TytCf84XN1I/AAAAAAAAHMo/AtsQX4aaXLw/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704726469680772946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They should sleep well tonight, as should I.  Ahhh, fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IU9qOOeucZ0/TytCacxqV_I/AAAAAAAAHMc/0lrXGM76jBA/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IU9qOOeucZ0/TytCacxqV_I/AAAAAAAAHMc/0lrXGM76jBA/s400/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704726375163385842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Winter came down to our home one night&lt;br /&gt;Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed  slippers of snow,&lt;br /&gt;And we, we were children once again."&lt;br /&gt;~Bill Morgan, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQoAQgUh_Ao/TytCTxtMm3I/AAAAAAAAHMQ/1nrEH3JZImU/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQoAQgUh_Ao/TytCTxtMm3I/AAAAAAAAHMQ/1nrEH3JZImU/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704726260522720114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps winter, she thought, isn't so awful.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps winter, just might, make a person more thoughtful.  ~me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XmoslcPmNQ/TytCJhIF-DI/AAAAAAAAHME/9PB37pmCbXk/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XmoslcPmNQ/TytCJhIF-DI/AAAAAAAAHME/9PB37pmCbXk/s400/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704726084273436722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter in Northern Minnesota... priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-4323388402653577548?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/4323388402653577548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=4323388402653577548&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4323388402653577548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4323388402653577548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FdOIPXE1htw/TytD2EhSeRI/AAAAAAAAHOw/8nA8psPh-TM/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-6055503674137912250</id><published>2012-02-01T21:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:26:01.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's February!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeI925eas9Q/TyoJqFHBSHI/AAAAAAAAHLs/0IM-UYrBoK8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeI925eas9Q/TyoJqFHBSHI/AAAAAAAAHLs/0IM-UYrBoK8/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704382496548931698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside my window&lt;/span&gt;... a lovely pink &amp;amp; blue sky (around 4:45pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;... time to start frying bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;... the chance to go to lunch with my cousin, Heather, today!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;... BLT's and leftover split pea soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8nKuAVGOcQ/TyoJifEVyAI/AAAAAAAAHLg/PKesWmJjkeQ/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8nKuAVGOcQ/TyoJifEVyAI/AAAAAAAAHLg/PKesWmJjkeQ/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704382366078060546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;...brown cords and a comfy shirt with 3/4 length sleeves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am creating&lt;/span&gt;... (already created) Ina Garten's split pea soup w/parmesan croutons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am going&lt;/span&gt;... to a wedding this weekend and SO excited, but still not sure what I'm wearing.  Aaaacckk!  The 3 boys, on the other hand, are all set.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;... Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout.  She has a wonderful writing style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;... for quality family time this weekend.  One can dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;... Carole King songs on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;... I'm on the computer (obviously).  Derrick is watching a documentary on Wyatt Earp.  Alex is in his room painting War Hammer creatures (but should be doing homework).  Ashley is in her room doing homework/checking facebook.  Ethan is in his room playing X-box live w/friends online (and should be doing homework).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;... is going to lunch w/my cousin.  Why don't we schedule it more often?  Gotta fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/span&gt;... daycare and then dancing to some Michael Jackson tunes at my cousin, Brandon's, wedding.  Yep, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is a picture for thought I am sharing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFXal12jsCI/TyoJVRLdLUI/AAAAAAAAHLU/ZztKRSr1Fu4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFXal12jsCI/TyoJVRLdLUI/AAAAAAAAHLU/ZztKRSr1Fu4/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704382139011509570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pretty sky was outside my front door (facing East) earlier this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is right around the corner (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to turn the calendar page from January to February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy February 1st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-6055503674137912250?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/6055503674137912250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=6055503674137912250&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6055503674137912250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6055503674137912250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-february.html' title='It&apos;s February!'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeI925eas9Q/TyoJqFHBSHI/AAAAAAAAHLs/0IM-UYrBoK8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1367089841807950399</id><published>2012-01-20T13:55:00.078-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:07:27.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYm6ri912zA/Txn8YcMwJeI/AAAAAAAAHJo/xvgTypASD_8/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYm6ri912zA/Txn8YcMwJeI/AAAAAAAAHJo/xvgTypASD_8/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699864300230813154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Begonias make my world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the middle of January and it's COLD.  In fact, school was delayed two hours one day this week because of it.  It's time to take action.  It's time for a dose of flower power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2ijmmDA5c8/Txn8RDojs6I/AAAAAAAAHJc/sAMgcQnCLPA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2ijmmDA5c8/Txn8RDojs6I/AAAAAAAAHJc/sAMgcQnCLPA/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699864173377467298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heavenly blue morning glories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll with me, won't you?  Let's get a shot of sunshine, of vitamin C (or is that D?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rr-v70YLsbU/TxnYyCRXvZI/AAAAAAAAHJE/0oueI9XyMRw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rr-v70YLsbU/TxnYyCRXvZI/AAAAAAAAHJE/0oueI9XyMRw/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699825157528862098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  More begonias because I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYB2p-96u8Y/TxnYeV1lWzI/AAAAAAAAHI4/eWPjf8JbJjI/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYB2p-96u8Y/TxnYeV1lWzI/AAAAAAAAHI4/eWPjf8JbJjI/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699824819183639346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My patio last August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf_AD5Kos6g/TxnYQKEVoXI/AAAAAAAAHIs/qmh23AV2_2U/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf_AD5Kos6g/TxnYQKEVoXI/AAAAAAAAHIs/qmh23AV2_2U/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699824575506129266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pink flowering maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh...teeny tiny fairies must live around here.  I'm sure they make their skirts out of the flowering maple material, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFjjdcbr3Y/TxnYIeYIy3I/AAAAAAAAHIg/rmr2tGroTw0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFjjdcbr3Y/TxnYIeYIy3I/AAAAAAAAHIg/rmr2tGroTw0/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699824443518929778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Wax begonia &amp;amp; purple brachycome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCWMdXD3FaE/TxnV3qlikXI/AAAAAAAAHIU/cF__06SU_Hc/s1600/Spring%2B2010%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCWMdXD3FaE/TxnV3qlikXI/AAAAAAAAHIU/cF__06SU_Hc/s400/Spring%2B2010%2B032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699821955715338610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Million bells~ bursting with personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3bMZ5-3CDM/TxnVrs3kksI/AAAAAAAAHII/56lwmYAoPDo/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3bMZ5-3CDM/TxnVrs3kksI/AAAAAAAAHII/56lwmYAoPDo/s400/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699821750169408194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty pink &amp;amp; yellow pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGgVFJVOWxI/TxnVdzUIBII/AAAAAAAAHHw/C7cdptW5c0c/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGgVFJVOWxI/TxnVdzUIBII/AAAAAAAAHHw/C7cdptW5c0c/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699821511381615746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemon gems... they smell deliciously lemony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the marigold family, but don't tell.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e62_LmSfj2Y/TxnTfB-t4OI/AAAAAAAAHGo/rxwoCh5Vacg/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e62_LmSfj2Y/TxnTfB-t4OI/AAAAAAAAHGo/rxwoCh5Vacg/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699819333474967778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are never enough begonias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_0uwE8oyQ4/TxnSY7v9ijI/AAAAAAAAHFs/SAvd-Jyl0yk/s1600/August%2B2010%2B090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_0uwE8oyQ4/TxnSY7v9ijI/AAAAAAAAHFs/SAvd-Jyl0yk/s400/August%2B2010%2B090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699818129211623986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dipladenia.  A tropical beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2YCNQJ6S-Q/TxnSUbmx_kI/AAAAAAAAHFg/NtpfdirQzuY/s1600/August%2B2010%2B352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2YCNQJ6S-Q/TxnSUbmx_kI/AAAAAAAAHFg/NtpfdirQzuY/s400/August%2B2010%2B352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699818051863707202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackmanii clematis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the bright green leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2sXcsCpltQ/TxnSKjWsjvI/AAAAAAAAHFU/9yCTs9Sm188/s1600/August%2B2010%2B476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2sXcsCpltQ/TxnSKjWsjvI/AAAAAAAAHFU/9yCTs9Sm188/s400/August%2B2010%2B476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699817882145033970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KYiaAc6v0U/TxnRkXVCmVI/AAAAAAAAHEw/ia9xqjgOSVg/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KYiaAc6v0U/TxnRkXVCmVI/AAAAAAAAHEw/ia9xqjgOSVg/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699817226081835346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morden Sunrise roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkq-eCa5KNM/TxnRYVL4p6I/AAAAAAAAHEg/ao4C_K2Dbgk/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkq-eCa5KNM/TxnRYVL4p6I/AAAAAAAAHEg/ao4C_K2Dbgk/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699817019348133794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hibiscus in yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo... sunshine on my flowers makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejmDIWZwJzc/TxnQ4oHZmMI/AAAAAAAAHEU/VMjRuQtCNVQ/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejmDIWZwJzc/TxnQ4oHZmMI/AAAAAAAAHEU/VMjRuQtCNVQ/s400/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699816474673780930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Violas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color orange makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WghW1q2uOgs/TxnP9JSrOiI/AAAAAAAAHD8/6qnmiJdRN0U/s1600/June%2B2010%2B334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WghW1q2uOgs/TxnP9JSrOiI/AAAAAAAAHD8/6qnmiJdRN0U/s400/June%2B2010%2B334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699815452787292706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasturtiums make.me.happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...   Are you soaking in the rays?  I'm feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgar0-3w9w/TxnN9ORgZ4I/AAAAAAAAHDw/rt-KYi96J_Y/s1600/June%2B2010%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgar0-3w9w/TxnN9ORgZ4I/AAAAAAAAHDw/rt-KYi96J_Y/s400/June%2B2010%2B020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699813255101310850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Must buy more "apple blossom" begonias this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrveWabW-vs/TxnN2T2x6gI/AAAAAAAAHDk/AlbYqtbDxOw/s1600/June%2B2010%2B232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrveWabW-vs/TxnN2T2x6gI/AAAAAAAAHDk/AlbYqtbDxOw/s400/June%2B2010%2B232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699813136340740610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's my favorite color of non-stop begonias.  That and "apricot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr9amwa7CWA/TxnNudUt9pI/AAAAAAAAHDY/qsyjOIIS0AE/s1600/June%2B2010%2B272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr9amwa7CWA/TxnNudUt9pI/AAAAAAAAHDY/qsyjOIIS0AE/s400/June%2B2010%2B272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699813001443276434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pass me a peony so I can take a sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost positive Peony's are my favorite flower of all time.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbBgVygvZGc/TxnNPpHmtTI/AAAAAAAAHDM/WjzY8y0LiyE/s1600/June%2B2010%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbBgVygvZGc/TxnNPpHmtTI/AAAAAAAAHDM/WjzY8y0LiyE/s400/June%2B2010%2B041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699812472033555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisianthus (Prairie Gentian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYntK3cK40I/TxnM9CqXuBI/AAAAAAAAHDA/SKlMV9ldbsY/s1600/June%2B2010%2B131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYntK3cK40I/TxnM9CqXuBI/AAAAAAAAHDA/SKlMV9ldbsY/s400/June%2B2010%2B131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699812152472746002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dahlia for president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so peppy &amp;amp; positive and full of energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wprDfT09pY/TxnMRytaOLI/AAAAAAAAHCc/3qkSI62SGG0/s1600/Spring%2B2010%2B184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wprDfT09pY/TxnMRytaOLI/AAAAAAAAHCc/3qkSI62SGG0/s400/Spring%2B2010%2B184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699811409456150706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Windflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light/airy/breezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qpcMYnpjIg/TxnL9UUkFcI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/XXqPtvjrHvw/s1600/Spring%2B2010%2B446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qpcMYnpjIg/TxnL9UUkFcI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/XXqPtvjrHvw/s400/Spring%2B2010%2B446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699811057701492162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pansy perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8RbwcW13oU/TxnLhwFsP-I/AAAAAAAAHB4/89df-S-SPdM/s1600/Spring%2B2010%2B114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8RbwcW13oU/TxnLhwFsP-I/AAAAAAAAHB4/89df-S-SPdM/s400/Spring%2B2010%2B114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699810584118968290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovely lobelia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-yOraP-AVc/TxnLXStlE_I/AAAAAAAAHBs/UzR3obFrub0/s1600/Spring%2B2010%2B330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-yOraP-AVc/TxnLXStlE_I/AAAAAAAAHBs/UzR3obFrub0/s400/Spring%2B2010%2B330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699810404434514930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Romantic Spirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSzzkf3n43o/TxnLC93sXJI/AAAAAAAAHBg/BmYT0Mxnzjg/s1600/Spring%2B2010%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSzzkf3n43o/TxnLC93sXJI/AAAAAAAAHBg/BmYT0Mxnzjg/s400/Spring%2B2010%2B038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699810055242407058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dainty nemesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6h7MHqjcHE/TxnKz39ZeSI/AAAAAAAAHBU/3uZlrtEy5bc/s1600/Rachelle%2527s%2Bflower%2Bshots%2B056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6h7MHqjcHE/TxnKz39ZeSI/AAAAAAAAHBU/3uZlrtEy5bc/s400/Rachelle%2527s%2Bflower%2Bshots%2B056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699809795957684514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whimsical violas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xItOrOen8qE/TxnKgua-VNI/AAAAAAAAHBI/2wY0ZM1A__A/s1600/yogstdxyz%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xItOrOen8qE/TxnKgua-VNI/AAAAAAAAHBI/2wY0ZM1A__A/s400/yogstdxyz%2B028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699809466979865810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across this little girl while thumbing through old flower pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilrhXwgkpsk/TxnKUDRAx2I/AAAAAAAAHA8/nfnJ4L_bX1c/s1600/yogstdxyz%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilrhXwgkpsk/TxnKUDRAx2I/AAAAAAAAHA8/nfnJ4L_bX1c/s400/yogstdxyz%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699809249236928354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, then I got distracted by these cute kids.  Whoever could they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilToabq9ehU/TxnKDEbRqTI/AAAAAAAAHAw/Aih95pWAkzE/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilToabq9ehU/TxnKDEbRqTI/AAAAAAAAHAw/Aih95pWAkzE/s400/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699808957490637106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicate flax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9IlhPQPJFg/TxnJv3lDiVI/AAAAAAAAHAk/t6HPxPMR3ZU/s1600/yogstdxyz%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9IlhPQPJFg/TxnJv3lDiVI/AAAAAAAAHAk/t6HPxPMR3ZU/s400/yogstdxyz%2B029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699808627624479058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice combination.  Red begonias, blue lobelia, lime green potato vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IZVqxgtgIQ/TxnJQkHE5aI/AAAAAAAAHAY/KstCDktFdR8/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IZVqxgtgIQ/TxnJQkHE5aI/AAAAAAAAHAY/KstCDktFdR8/s400/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699808089822520738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delightful violas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo3BTNttrH4/TxnICBHmVsI/AAAAAAAAHAM/QOBiVGPfScg/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo3BTNttrH4/TxnICBHmVsI/AAAAAAAAHAM/QOBiVGPfScg/s400/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806740399675074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the bright yellow!  Butterfly Flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B71gIXwO2M4/TxnHr1PxkAI/AAAAAAAAHAA/c91IyfY15Tc/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B71gIXwO2M4/TxnHr1PxkAI/AAAAAAAAHAA/c91IyfY15Tc/s400/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806359255617538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Browallia~ handsome in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLfWMKcC0kc/TxnHjnr_gbI/AAAAAAAAG_0/-21RkDTvN1o/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLfWMKcC0kc/TxnHjnr_gbI/AAAAAAAAG_0/-21RkDTvN1o/s400/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806218176922034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, cheery.  Just what I was thinking.  Painted daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5q540PySgoo/TxnHb-CLr9I/AAAAAAAAG_o/u61hMhC7Fdc/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5q540PySgoo/TxnHb-CLr9I/AAAAAAAAG_o/u61hMhC7Fdc/s400/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806086736621522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A different point of view.  Gerbera Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVNhLHUXmQI/TxnHVHNzw9I/AAAAAAAAG_c/56-k5HMnar4/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVNhLHUXmQI/TxnHVHNzw9I/AAAAAAAAG_c/56-k5HMnar4/s400/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699805968942220242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They went that-a-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me, I have no clue what flower this is!  (it was only available one summer at Home Depot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKUDWZPx-Y/TxnHKweiNuI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/O1_TOQeGVsA/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKUDWZPx-Y/TxnHKweiNuI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/O1_TOQeGVsA/s400/Ashley%2527s%2BFlower%2BPictures%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699805791039665890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charming Butterfly Flower.  Definitely need more of those this spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is the power of the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is right with my world once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks for tip toeing through the tulips with me.  Let's do it again soon!  Maybe next time there will even be tulips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1367089841807950399?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1367089841807950399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1367089841807950399&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1367089841807950399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1367089841807950399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/01/flower-child.html' title='Flower Child'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYm6ri912zA/Txn8YcMwJeI/AAAAAAAAHJo/xvgTypASD_8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1842314114377260334</id><published>2012-01-12T17:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:04:55.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVgX-hfhavw/Tw9md_bsUQI/AAAAAAAAG-4/r1wTp65bq_w/s1600/Ashley%2527s%2Bphotos%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVgX-hfhavw/Tw9md_bsUQI/AAAAAAAAG-4/r1wTp65bq_w/s400/Ashley%2527s%2Bphotos%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696884719076790530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending the happiest of birthday wishes to a very special lady today... the best mother-in-law a girl could ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy birthday, Lorraine Houle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1842314114377260334?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1842314114377260334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1842314114377260334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1842314114377260334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1842314114377260334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mum!'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVgX-hfhavw/Tw9md_bsUQI/AAAAAAAAG-4/r1wTp65bq_w/s72-c/Ashley%2527s%2Bphotos%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-2845514101589451330</id><published>2012-01-11T20:52:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:39:28.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saw Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGEynyzAbwk/Tw5M5vz4UEI/AAAAAAAAG-s/E6-L8IM3AZs/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGEynyzAbwk/Tw5M5vz4UEI/AAAAAAAAG-s/E6-L8IM3AZs/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696575133640577090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick bought a saw stand with some Christmas money from his parents.  He already owned the saw, but was thrilled to buy this stand.  It holds the wood in place, it slices, it dices, and if you act now, we'll send you a set of kitchen knives.  Teasing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked if I would go out and take a picture of it and email it to them.  I emailed them 3 photos of the saw stand (yawn) and decided to have some fun.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKxaUsddobs/Tw5MxtQ9LFI/AAAAAAAAG-g/mxYLYLepZJo/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKxaUsddobs/Tw5MxtQ9LFI/AAAAAAAAG-g/mxYLYLepZJo/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696574995518270546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I emailed them another 3 photos titled "Fighting the Elements".    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_5C9eP2W0M/Tw5MroQPChI/AAAAAAAAG-U/p91m_vFKeFk/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_5C9eP2W0M/Tw5MroQPChI/AAAAAAAAG-U/p91m_vFKeFk/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696574891093854738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote, "And, here I am fighting the cold &amp;amp; wind to take photos of a saw stand.   Ha...gotcha.  It IS really windy here.  Cold?  Not so much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I talked to them on the phone, Derrick's mom apologized for me being out in the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m28qcRZtAos/Tw5MmxoqXvI/AAAAAAAAG-E/YBv3cecTmII/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m28qcRZtAos/Tw5MmxoqXvI/AAAAAAAAG-E/YBv3cecTmII/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696574807712882418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moral of this story?  I'm not that funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:  2nd son Alex has a hobby of making things out of clay and baking them in our oven.  This is a don't-ask-me-what-exactly that he made for the game he plays:  Warhammer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjYQgtbKnAE/Tw5MhOmxv6I/AAAAAAAAG94/iMCrzD5hX6k/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjYQgtbKnAE/Tw5MhOmxv6I/AAAAAAAAG94/iMCrzD5hX6k/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696574712410390434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to look twice as I was impressed with the detail and the time it took him to create this whatever-it-is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZW3HFe45Q8/Tw5MaREZIsI/AAAAAAAAG9s/1YwZ1FDlorE/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZW3HFe45Q8/Tw5MaREZIsI/AAAAAAAAG9s/1YwZ1FDlorE/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696574592812393154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He will then paint it a different color after it's hardened.  Thought it was cool and had to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to squelch any ideas to be funny in the near future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-2845514101589451330?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/2845514101589451330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=2845514101589451330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2845514101589451330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2845514101589451330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/01/saw-stand.html' title='The Saw Stand'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGEynyzAbwk/Tw5M5vz4UEI/AAAAAAAAG-s/E6-L8IM3AZs/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5973684559472148717</id><published>2012-01-10T23:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:17:50.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy4N_-9MA8c/Tw0bkOOPqGI/AAAAAAAAG9g/Sr6gANz_vok/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy4N_-9MA8c/Tw0bkOOPqGI/AAAAAAAAG9g/Sr6gANz_vok/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696239412800628834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside my window&lt;/span&gt;... a big shiny full moon and lovely mild temps for January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;... holy moly, I have a graduate this spring.  I think I'm in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;... finishing a large stack of daycare paperwork today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;... homemade Italian spaghetti sauce (to be served tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;... light green pajamas.  A real fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am creating&lt;/span&gt;... a big pot of spaghetti sauce this morning and a snowman last week.  That's enough, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am going&lt;/span&gt;... out to lunch tomorrow w/friends &amp;amp; looking forward to it.  Also went to a book club meeting tonight at a friend's house... very mellow &amp;amp; a nice conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;... Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout.  Haven't started it just yet, but it's our next book club choice.  I know nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;... that Olive Kitteridge is a page turner.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;... silence except the hum of the dishwasher.  I suppose it's bedtime, but it's always hard to let go of the solitude and peace of a quiet home filled with lots of sleeping kids (even big kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;... the lingering smell of garlic, onions, and tomatoes for the spaghetti sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;... getting together with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/span&gt;... running errands, a daycare interview, wash all floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is a picture for thought I am sharing&lt;/span&gt;... we love our dog, no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djwVhIgi7M8/Tw0beIlRGCI/AAAAAAAAG9U/e24tP3pAJZI/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djwVhIgi7M8/Tw0beIlRGCI/AAAAAAAAG9U/e24tP3pAJZI/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696239308207364130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One reason that dogs are so great is that they cuddle and even watch tv once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVruh_-CypQ/Tw0bY9ZEu1I/AAAAAAAAG9I/mAryLZDL2Hk/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVruh_-CypQ/Tw0bY9ZEu1I/AAAAAAAAG9I/mAryLZDL2Hk/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696239219304086354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cinnamon is very human-like in her quest for comfort.  She keeps us nice &amp;amp; warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  What are you reading, creating, and hoping?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5973684559472148717?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5973684559472148717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5973684559472148717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5973684559472148717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5973684559472148717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-today.html' title='For Today'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy4N_-9MA8c/Tw0bkOOPqGI/AAAAAAAAG9g/Sr6gANz_vok/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-7341008485219855185</id><published>2012-01-07T23:06:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:32:49.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Broccoli Dip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You've heard of Hot Artichoke Dip?   Well, move over artichoke, there's a new dip in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XddlAxKB89Y/Twkk1Vy-wWI/AAAAAAAAG8w/zZA-B9nOkuw/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XddlAxKB89Y/Twkk1Vy-wWI/AAAAAAAAG8w/zZA-B9nOkuw/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123702589342050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's basically the same cheesy, garlicky, make-your-home-smell-delicious, kind of dip only it stars colorful broccoli &amp;amp; red bell pepper rather than artichokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart artichokes, by the way, but this dip takes on a festive flavor by bumping up the color factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOHindntcH4/Twkkw7iMbHI/AAAAAAAAG8k/OnLSlP2Xiqw/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOHindntcH4/Twkkw7iMbHI/AAAAAAAAG8k/OnLSlP2Xiqw/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123626820136050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You mix it all up with mayo &amp;amp; sour cream (yes, it's a lowfat recipe) and let it mingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-S0AoBbdCI/Twkks60ja0I/AAAAAAAAG8Y/e5rkwwmQmck/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-S0AoBbdCI/Twkks60ja0I/AAAAAAAAG8Y/e5rkwwmQmck/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123557909228354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After adding shredded cheddar to the mixture, you then top it with shredded parmesan (not shown.  Oops.  But, I did add it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEa5OmcPBcg/TwkkoCpj2hI/AAAAAAAAG8M/vBLTPz-F2Zo/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEa5OmcPBcg/TwkkoCpj2hI/AAAAAAAAG8M/vBLTPz-F2Zo/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123474111257106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pop it in the oven so the ingredients can marry and the end result is heavenly goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V83Ab2gw8rM/TwkkjlQue3I/AAAAAAAAG8A/icFvrgJiWS0/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V83Ab2gw8rM/TwkkjlQue3I/AAAAAAAAG8A/icFvrgJiWS0/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123397502991218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serve it with slices of (toasted &amp;amp; olive-oiled) baguette or crackers.  It's a crowd pleaser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Broccoli Dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 head broccoli, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 sweet onion, minced (such as vidalia)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 red bell pepper, minced&lt;br /&gt;4 chubby cloves of garlic, crushed&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded parmesan, divided&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup mayo (as in Hellman's)&lt;br /&gt;fresh ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all but 1/4 cup of the shredded parmesan cheese together and spread in a buttered 9x13 glass dish.  Sprinkle the remaining 1/4 cup parmesan cheese over top.  Bake in preheated 375 oven for 20-25 minutes.  Serve w/sliced baguette or crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Add a tad more mayo or sour cream if it seems, ahem, lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll give it a try.  You won't be disappointed.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-7341008485219855185?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/7341008485219855185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=7341008485219855185&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/7341008485219855185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/7341008485219855185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/01/hot-broccoli-dip.html' title='Hot Broccoli Dip'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XddlAxKB89Y/Twkk1Vy-wWI/AAAAAAAAG8w/zZA-B9nOkuw/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-2106656221601840402</id><published>2012-01-05T17:01:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:08:00.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman Makin' Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7j2e-C_VQY0/TwYso-OQlkI/AAAAAAAAG70/Rs1sLInDgDI/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7j2e-C_VQY0/TwYso-OQlkI/AAAAAAAAG70/Rs1sLInDgDI/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694287861265765954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The calendar says January, but the weather man is obviously on lunch break or something.  The high today was supposed to be 45 above.  I've been told it reached 50.  Wha?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLyKpcCCQek/TwYsjaPf08I/AAAAAAAAG7o/RXli8Py2IWc/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLyKpcCCQek/TwYsjaPf08I/AAAAAAAAG7o/RXli8Py2IWc/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694287765707936706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around 4pm, I headed outside with a few of my daycare children and we enjoyed rolling this snowman together.  Do you see the path behind him?  He came a long way, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orHUleTbrKg/TwYsYUUJPOI/AAAAAAAAG7c/uhdcjwNVHJM/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orHUleTbrKg/TwYsYUUJPOI/AAAAAAAAG7c/uhdcjwNVHJM/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694287575138254050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You must make at least one snowman per winter, wouldn't you agree?  I've experienced several non-snowman winters and they were just... blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-YvDtfKJ1k/TwYsQoXJJhI/AAAAAAAAG7Q/9FZz8dmykuc/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-YvDtfKJ1k/TwYsQoXJJhI/AAAAAAAAG7Q/9FZz8dmykuc/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694287443080586770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the moon was shining happily down upon us with a clear January sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_leWdGVMfU/TwYsLZlswKI/AAAAAAAAG7E/aBoADXH4mws/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_leWdGVMfU/TwYsLZlswKI/AAAAAAAAG7E/aBoADXH4mws/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694287353215762594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do I love the moon so much?  For some reason, I keep my eye on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaaFFi35PNw/TwYsEG6coDI/AAAAAAAAG6s/ainAtwxWt6I/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaaFFi35PNw/TwYsEG6coDI/AAAAAAAAG6s/ainAtwxWt6I/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694287227943428146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;"A  snowflake is one of God's most fragile creations, but look what they can do when  they stick together!"  ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6rLweqkwsA/TwYr92SOFEI/AAAAAAAAG6g/MPRj3SZoJe0/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6rLweqkwsA/TwYr92SOFEI/AAAAAAAAG6g/MPRj3SZoJe0/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694287120400520258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kiddos took great pride in helping make this snowman.  Of course, they threw a few snowballs at each other along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G55NDtRaSUs/TwYr4Y-90bI/AAAAAAAAG6U/Kq2hQ21P0fg/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G55NDtRaSUs/TwYr4Y-90bI/AAAAAAAAG6U/Kq2hQ21P0fg/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694287026635788722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Snowmen fall from heaven... unassembled."  ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjSXNRiJvJk/TwYr0bivemI/AAAAAAAAG6I/fGmz1aC8oD8/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjSXNRiJvJk/TwYr0bivemI/AAAAAAAAG6I/fGmz1aC8oD8/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694286958603237986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"When it snows, you have two choices:  shovel or make snowmen."  ~Author  Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do both.  This year, there hasn't been much to shovel... yet.  I'm hoping for more snow, but for now definitely enjoying this spring-like weather!  What a gift.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to more snowman makin' weather days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-2106656221601840402?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/2106656221601840402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=2106656221601840402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2106656221601840402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2106656221601840402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowman-makin-weather.html' title='Snowman Makin&apos; Weather'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7j2e-C_VQY0/TwYso-OQlkI/AAAAAAAAG70/Rs1sLInDgDI/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-3379700786698233755</id><published>2012-01-01T12:05:00.037-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:22:12.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t143GVloCjU/TwCjS5nij0I/AAAAAAAAG5w/jwwwJo1Vi6E/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t143GVloCjU/TwCjS5nij0I/AAAAAAAAG5w/jwwwJo1Vi6E/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692729474095943490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It decided to snow, like really SNOW, on the very last day of the year.  What a treat!  I can't believe we went the whole month of December in Northern Minnesota without snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but let's face it, snow is pretty (when you don't have to shovel it or drive in it).  Much better than a crunchy brown lawn, right?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amL3dS7df4k/TwCjOFtAunI/AAAAAAAAG5k/I4gX5a6nJck/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amL3dS7df4k/TwCjOFtAunI/AAAAAAAAG5k/I4gX5a6nJck/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692729391440771698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point, it was heavy and glorious as it swirled down in big huge flakes so Ashley &amp;amp; I scrambled to get our boots on to go out and capture the beauty.  By the time we got outside, it had become a trickle.  A spattering.  Dust.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drat. We missed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWczyQB4C_0/TwCizUMJ6sI/AAAAAAAAG5M/vmZtFq3Y5Tg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWczyQB4C_0/TwCizUMJ6sI/AAAAAAAAG5M/vmZtFq3Y5Tg/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692728931473025730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, that was fun.  I'm going in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yvfFYMVdSqs/TwCinSiSNTI/AAAAAAAAG5A/EjwAWqyxtAk/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yvfFYMVdSqs/TwCinSiSNTI/AAAAAAAAG5A/EjwAWqyxtAk/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692728724870542642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ash stayed out a little longer and took a few more pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eA186zvdsHM/TwCifZFCPoI/AAAAAAAAG40/mU6DIEVnPmg/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eA186zvdsHM/TwCifZFCPoI/AAAAAAAAG40/mU6DIEVnPmg/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692728589187956354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIj_nsZh8uU/TwCiVHSeZYI/AAAAAAAAG4o/cwGP8zU1UF0/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIj_nsZh8uU/TwCiVHSeZYI/AAAAAAAAG4o/cwGP8zU1UF0/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692728412613797250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went inside and started chopping up broccoli &amp;amp; red bell pepper &amp;amp; sweet white onion for my dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtryJ_yvw_s/TwCiOEMCg3I/AAAAAAAAG4c/EW30cItRgs4/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtryJ_yvw_s/TwCiOEMCg3I/AAAAAAAAG4c/EW30cItRgs4/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692728291522413426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made Hot Broccoli Dip served with sliced, toasted baguette.  It's a cheesy, garlicky colorful dip.  I will post the recipe soon.  You need to make it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc6hbYVyqXY/TwChuukltjI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/Nz251W8TQM0/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc6hbYVyqXY/TwChuukltjI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/Nz251W8TQM0/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692727753143858738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick made potato skins.  He used The Pioneer Woman's recipe (can't wait for her new cookbook, which comes out in March!).  Ethan requested the potato skins.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvP3IRXDt0/TwChn_QoETI/AAAAAAAAG4E/-ilOj3PRt8E/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvP3IRXDt0/TwChn_QoETI/AAAAAAAAG4E/-ilOj3PRt8E/s400/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692727637364445490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were delicious with a dollop of sour cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;"People are so worried about what they eat  between Christmas and the New Year, but they really should be worried about what  they eat between the New Year and Christmas." ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the truth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6FxEryNcrk/TwChgNXA_dI/AAAAAAAAG34/psfnsxQIh6g/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6FxEryNcrk/TwChgNXA_dI/AAAAAAAAG34/psfnsxQIh6g/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692727503710387666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also had mini egg rolls w/plum sauce, breaded mushrooms w/cheese sauce, and chicken strips w/barbeque sauce.  It was an 'appetizer for supper' kind of night.  A saucy night.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfVeL4mM-yg/TwChOdATcSI/AAAAAAAAG3s/VbuaUTTaBb0/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfVeL4mM-yg/TwChOdATcSI/AAAAAAAAG3s/VbuaUTTaBb0/s400/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692727198672449826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our oldest two sons had plans with friends so it was just the four of us.  A quiet way to ring in the new year.  Last year we had friends over and played Wii bowling and rock band.  This was the complete opposite of that, but still nice (in a quiet sort of way).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy  bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring  in the true". ~Alfred, Lord Tennyson&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRAHs86QMFM/TwChAKpbbVI/AAAAAAAAG3g/m_QLkgTXmAQ/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRAHs86QMFM/TwChAKpbbVI/AAAAAAAAG3g/m_QLkgTXmAQ/s400/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692726953226497362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year we snuggled into the dark living room, the only lights from the tree and candles, and watched the 4th Pirates of the Caribbean movie, On Stranger Tides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBYbpvlF2U0/TwCgjDaXb0I/AAAAAAAAG3I/JF2K5oev4Y4/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBYbpvlF2U0/TwCgjDaXb0I/AAAAAAAAG3I/JF2K5oev4Y4/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692726453068066626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we watched the countdown, confetti &amp;amp; the ball drop in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Cheers to a New Year and another chance for us to get it right." ~Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on January.... I'm ready!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-3379700786698233755?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/3379700786698233755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=3379700786698233755&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3379700786698233755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3379700786698233755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t143GVloCjU/TwCjS5nij0I/AAAAAAAAG5w/jwwwJo1Vi6E/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-4802942609969495252</id><published>2011-12-26T21:26:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:14:40.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan turns 14!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntfeCeDxt_I/Tvk-ReuThjI/AAAAAAAAG1Q/r4uqEX35jfw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntfeCeDxt_I/Tvk-ReuThjI/AAAAAAAAG1Q/r4uqEX35jfw/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690648074185311794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our youngest son, Ethan, turned 14 on December 19th.  He had a couple buddies stay overnight on the Friday before, then we celebrated later with a dinner of his choice.  On the menu: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek style baby back ribs&lt;br /&gt;Homemade french fries&lt;br /&gt;Chili-garlic roasted broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Salad w/many different toppings&lt;br /&gt;Lots of lemons to squeeze over the ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9V1rRQQHJkc/Tvk97Xl6f7I/AAAAAAAAG04/AHKjOfm0Ik4/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9V1rRQQHJkc/Tvk97Xl6f7I/AAAAAAAAG04/AHKjOfm0Ik4/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690647694313947058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My plate.  Yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sux0OpCIvYg/Tvk92W288jI/AAAAAAAAG0s/Q47hpa7EJOs/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sux0OpCIvYg/Tvk92W288jI/AAAAAAAAG0s/Q47hpa7EJOs/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690647608217629234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFF2lhf_dno/Tvk9wLLjpFI/AAAAAAAAG0g/DSaQEYePaU0/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFF2lhf_dno/Tvk9wLLjpFI/AAAAAAAAG0g/DSaQEYePaU0/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690647502003610706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to believe he's already 14 and halfway through 8th grade.  This is his last year at the middle school.  Next year, he'll be in high school.  What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcuQExKooEQ/Tvk9r2tBWQI/AAAAAAAAG0U/o2mh7mYpHgk/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPtt3_KvOtU/Tvk9lwp0QNI/AAAAAAAAG0I/IcYu--rdG6c/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPtt3_KvOtU/Tvk9lwp0QNI/AAAAAAAAG0I/IcYu--rdG6c/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690647323084079314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUPpWNr1Hm0/Tvk9dIX5_YI/AAAAAAAAGz8/74RWPabz7KI/s1600/scan0229-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUPpWNr1Hm0/Tvk9dIX5_YI/AAAAAAAAGz8/74RWPabz7KI/s400/scan0229-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690647174832586114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like yesterday we attended his 5th grade graduation at Central School.  He was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ap2t1e72CrM/Tvk7zQn75EI/AAAAAAAAGzk/XkUziY_S3ik/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ap2t1e72CrM/Tvk7zQn75EI/AAAAAAAAGzk/XkUziY_S3ik/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690645355981169730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He requested an ice cream cake from the Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the next five photos will tell the story of why I have given up trying to get that "perfect family photo" to send out in Christmas cards.  Nope.  Not gonna happen, folks.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEYuNanpfTA/Tvk7lWLCWuI/AAAAAAAAGzY/lcdQcz_5IdM/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEYuNanpfTA/Tvk7lWLCWuI/AAAAAAAAGzY/lcdQcz_5IdM/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690645116952402658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLJVP9JuAlo/Tvk7emI7byI/AAAAAAAAGzM/n79Idzg7f8o/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLJVP9JuAlo/Tvk7emI7byI/AAAAAAAAGzM/n79Idzg7f8o/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690645000979443490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aRu5SVfiro/Tvk7XstsENI/AAAAAAAAGzA/GaFWvgc_Q4c/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aRu5SVfiro/Tvk7XstsENI/AAAAAAAAGzA/GaFWvgc_Q4c/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690644882485154002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_m7q4d7RCpM/Tvk7SHlS_sI/AAAAAAAAGy0/zKv-0oIpecg/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_m7q4d7RCpM/Tvk7SHlS_sI/AAAAAAAAGy0/zKv-0oIpecg/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690644786618498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ONE photo that the boys are actually smiling, Ashley has her eyes closed.  I give up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1T7kgPKlrJc/Tvk7OuG6Z2I/AAAAAAAAGyo/_wXJNm2FDu0/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1T7kgPKlrJc/Tvk7OuG6Z2I/AAAAAAAAGyo/_wXJNm2FDu0/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690644728240564066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's over.  Can you tell they've had it with the photo shoot?  No more patience.  Ashley, though, would be happy to keep going.  :o)  Boys!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nfRdjCt_LuE/Tvk7JZc2yYI/AAAAAAAAGyc/ChmfhSJBTWU/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nfRdjCt_LuE/Tvk7JZc2yYI/AAAAAAAAGyc/ChmfhSJBTWU/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690644636796111234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday, dear Ethan!  We are blessed to have you as our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to slow down on growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, stop it.  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-4802942609969495252?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/4802942609969495252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=4802942609969495252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4802942609969495252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4802942609969495252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/12/ethan-turns-14.html' title='Ethan turns 14!'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntfeCeDxt_I/Tvk-ReuThjI/AAAAAAAAG1Q/r4uqEX35jfw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1101271479192757240</id><published>2011-12-18T19:58:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:39:09.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAwdLHgKtxo/Tu6mCMgVTaI/AAAAAAAAGyE/NgRNekz_tfk/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAwdLHgKtxo/Tu6mCMgVTaI/AAAAAAAAGyE/NgRNekz_tfk/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687665936062303650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="sqtdq" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree is  the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each  other"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt; &lt;p style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img title="Author Popularity 0/10" alt="" src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as0.gif" height="9" align="middle" width="11" /&gt; &lt;span class="sqa"&gt;Burton Hills quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVxJ_P28UBw/Tu6l4VIvTnI/AAAAAAAAGx4/JBmXa0d3gcc/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVxJ_P28UBw/Tu6l4VIvTnI/AAAAAAAAGx4/JBmXa0d3gcc/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687665766580571762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally bought a tree yesterday and decorated it today.  I felt so behind, but all of a sudden I feel okay.  We are full to the brim of Chinese food (our tradition) and our tree is looking not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0hrdC4kqB0/Tu6l0EKi-JI/AAAAAAAAGxs/D6zC9331lRs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0hrdC4kqB0/Tu6l0EKi-JI/AAAAAAAAGxs/D6zC9331lRs/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687665693305272466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky us, all four children were able to enjoy dinner and decorate the tree together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5GxgH9czGU/Tu6lu2B5y5I/AAAAAAAAGxg/qvMjxhppJOQ/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5GxgH9czGU/Tu6lu2B5y5I/AAAAAAAAGxg/qvMjxhppJOQ/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687665603611577234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in  the bosom of my family. ~Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7E28eEV5P14/Tu6lgbUpdaI/AAAAAAAAGxU/Sde91kNyYb0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7E28eEV5P14/Tu6lgbUpdaI/AAAAAAAAGxU/Sde91kNyYb0/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687665355924272546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;What greater thing is there for human souls  than to feel that they are joined for life - to be with each other in silent  unspeakable memories. ~George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1J-4jThsCc/Tu6lZ4UG6UI/AAAAAAAAGxI/SN6w-8AO_KI/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1J-4jThsCc/Tu6lZ4UG6UI/AAAAAAAAGxI/SN6w-8AO_KI/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687665243447552322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is something about digging through boxes of ornaments and finding memories, keepsakes, things made in school as a child.  Ahhh, Christmas time.  I'm starting to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwThqM1T4tw/Tu6lUlPYdXI/AAAAAAAAGw8/Ecr7s9d3Mtw/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwThqM1T4tw/Tu6lUlPYdXI/AAAAAAAAGw8/Ecr7s9d3Mtw/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687665152428111218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"  &gt;When we recall Christmas past, we usually find  that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow  of happiness. ~Bob Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUSEbF75Jj8/Tu6cZfbl76I/AAAAAAAAGwU/_QjApB8iLOs/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUSEbF75Jj8/Tu6cZfbl76I/AAAAAAAAGwU/_QjApB8iLOs/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687655341163409314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Grinch, with his  Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be  so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages,  boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the  Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought,  doesn't come from a store? What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit  more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNDNYqTo42s/Tu6cVoQcRKI/AAAAAAAAGwI/QpJ661BAfe4/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNDNYqTo42s/Tu6cVoQcRKI/AAAAAAAAGwI/QpJ661BAfe4/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687655274813080738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hugh Downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Something about an old-fashioned Christmas is hard to  forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNXK9TVx7I4/Tu6cREOLhkI/AAAAAAAAGv8/_mCQlN7tR9A/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNXK9TVx7I4/Tu6cREOLhkI/AAAAAAAAGv8/_mCQlN7tR9A/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687655196420441666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to hang our treasured &amp;amp; more breakable ornaments up high on the tree, knowing that a few tiny daycare kids will be tempted to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y12aWydbC7k/Tu6cKtpZgnI/AAAAAAAAGvw/qt7_cKbfmwQ/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y12aWydbC7k/Tu6cKtpZgnI/AAAAAAAAGvw/qt7_cKbfmwQ/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687655087281373810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Never worry about the size of your  Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall. ~Larry  Wilde, &lt;i&gt;The Merry Book of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmYaQUTzMek/Tu6ayszSTSI/AAAAAAAAGvk/sNIz2cJYs0A/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmYaQUTzMek/Tu6ayszSTSI/AAAAAAAAGvk/sNIz2cJYs0A/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687653575225920802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;The perfect Christmas tree? All Christmas trees  are perfect! ~Charles N. Barnard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0Bohtxmbl0/Tu6amrhxecI/AAAAAAAAGvY/fO4rAQ5pnok/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0Bohtxmbl0/Tu6amrhxecI/AAAAAAAAGvY/fO4rAQ5pnok/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687653368725600706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;No matter how carefully you stored the lights  last year, they will be snarled again this Christmas. ~Robert Kirby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorate tree... check&lt;br /&gt;Plan menu for Christmas Eve and Christmas day... check&lt;br /&gt;Buy presents... semi check&lt;br /&gt;Stocking stuffers... ??  I still have a lot to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we've begun.  Hope you have, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry-busy-Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1101271479192757240?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1101271479192757240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1101271479192757240&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1101271479192757240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1101271479192757240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAwdLHgKtxo/Tu6mCMgVTaI/AAAAAAAAGyE/NgRNekz_tfk/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-2619328619527939684</id><published>2011-12-17T19:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:45:26.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Mine a Double</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohTeZjrwqDY/Tu1A-Na8GhI/AAAAAAAAGvM/hpUEBQ2MI1I/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohTeZjrwqDY/Tu1A-Na8GhI/AAAAAAAAGvM/hpUEBQ2MI1I/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687273341937523218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A double c&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hocolate cookie, that is!  Last week I whipped up a batch of these gems.  It had nothing to do with Christmas baking; it had everything to do with a hanker for chocolate.  Our family loves this particular cookie.  If you love chocolate, give them a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Double Chocolate Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (2 sticks) real butter&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c. granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. cocoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 c. semi sweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In large bowl, mix butter &amp;amp; sugars together.  Add eggs &amp;amp; vanilla; mix well.  In separate bowl, mix dry ingredients: flour, baking soda, salt &amp;amp; cocoa.  Stir the flour mixture into the butter mixture.  Fold in chocolate chips.  Spoon cookies onto cookie sheets.  Bake at 350 for 10 minutes.  Let cool on sheets 2 minutes before removing to racks to finish cooling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7Q4zCzOi-w/Tu1Aztu1YfI/AAAAAAAAGvA/owSBPIZc1Rw/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7Q4zCzOi-w/Tu1Aztu1YfI/AAAAAAAAGvA/owSBPIZc1Rw/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687273161632342514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmm.... chocolate.  Side benefit... your house will smell GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-2619328619527939684?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/2619328619527939684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=2619328619527939684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2619328619527939684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2619328619527939684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-mine-double.html' title='Make Mine a Double'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohTeZjrwqDY/Tu1A-Na8GhI/AAAAAAAAGvM/hpUEBQ2MI1I/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-4674690815604381933</id><published>2011-12-13T21:20:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:17:23.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgET8cMQinA/Tugh8Rb2aEI/AAAAAAAAGu0/zhgbmHFbxrU/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgET8cMQinA/Tugh8Rb2aEI/AAAAAAAAGu0/zhgbmHFbxrU/s400/simple-woman-daybook-small%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685831848911333442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside my window&lt;/span&gt;... early December darkness, no snow, and a few pieces of patio furniture yet to be put away.  Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;... that December is jam packed with fun events, but a tad too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;... the mild weather so far this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;... turkey soup w/egg noodles &amp;amp; vegetables.  I froze the turkey bones after Thanksgiving and made a stock yesterday.  Soup tonight with soft whole wheat cloverleaf rolls for dipping.  Comfort food!  But, I made enough to feed a small army.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;...black yoga pants and a baby blue Eddie Bauer sweatshirt about 10 yrs. old that I can't give up because of the quality even though it has some white bleach stains on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am creating&lt;/span&gt;... lists: meal ideas, Christmas gift ideas, birthday ideas for Ethan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am going&lt;/span&gt;... to blow out my candle any minute and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;... Bel Canto by Ann Patchett, but only 3 pages in.  It's our next book club choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;... to get everything done by Christmas Eve, one week away.  Aye yai yai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;... Christmas songs on my little kitchen radio on 95.5 KZY.  A nice assortment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...the lingering smell of soup and everyone snug in their beds.  Me next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;... being the last one up... the quiet... knowing my family is sleeping soundly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/span&gt;... Christmas shopping w/my mom.  Attending a wedding reception.  Picking out a tree.  Attending our neighbor's Sunday noon buffet.  So, basically, hanging out and relaxing.  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture for thought I am sharing&lt;/span&gt;...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4Q_Qfuwd5E/TugWDiUTKEI/AAAAAAAAGuc/7GXjJ2M-Y1w/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4Q_Qfuwd5E/TugWDiUTKEI/AAAAAAAAGuc/7GXjJ2M-Y1w/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685818779562616898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... our dog, Cinnamon, got a much needed hair cut, nail trim.  She smells great.  And, she is cold.  She shivers.  All the more reason to snuggle with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-4674690815604381933?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/4674690815604381933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=4674690815604381933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4674690815604381933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4674690815604381933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-today.html' title='For Today'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgET8cMQinA/Tugh8Rb2aEI/AAAAAAAAGu0/zhgbmHFbxrU/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1519738790970990752</id><published>2011-12-07T18:14:00.046-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:22:48.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eldest Son turns 21!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXXaUZIdhV8/TuAFUQrBtyI/AAAAAAAAGuE/m0ayVf7AOnA/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXXaUZIdhV8/TuAFUQrBtyI/AAAAAAAAGuE/m0ayVf7AOnA/s400/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683548575372523298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A crazy thing happened yesterday.  I blinked and my son turned 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon his request, we celebrated his birthday with "breakfast for supper".  Apparently, he remembers with fondness the Saturdays we shared a big breakfast complete with exotic fruits and doughnuts as a special treat.  Sniff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29FFAQ5rdIU/TuAFOh2RLvI/AAAAAAAAGt4/o_SjxwNcy6w/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29FFAQ5rdIU/TuAFOh2RLvI/AAAAAAAAGt4/o_SjxwNcy6w/s400/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683548476903862002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the table were plenty of blackberries, raspberries, mangos, star fruit and pomegranate seeds.  Isn't the star fruit cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_hB7N5ABbQ/TuAFEYvY6AI/AAAAAAAAGtg/n_feqgtwCaI/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_hB7N5ABbQ/TuAFEYvY6AI/AAAAAAAAGtg/n_feqgtwCaI/s400/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683548302660397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have to work to get those little pomegranate gems, but it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vODg1TqJ7Xc/TuAE9twedlI/AAAAAAAAGtU/TmDbaxfCxEc/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vODg1TqJ7Xc/TuAE9twedlI/AAAAAAAAGtU/TmDbaxfCxEc/s400/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683548188043015762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b6b6b6;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:10.5pt;" &gt;"It's not  only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our  children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours.  I can't tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it,  myself". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;em style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Joyce Maynard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHJ9dmc3N9M/TuAE4niaG9I/AAAAAAAAGtI/4A4PUlBwO7g/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHJ9dmc3N9M/TuAE4niaG9I/AAAAAAAAGtI/4A4PUlBwO7g/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683548100474051538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pi37wDK7aXQ/TuAErwXvcPI/AAAAAAAAGs8/b7e4aGTXV0I/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pi37wDK7aXQ/TuAErwXvcPI/AAAAAAAAGs8/b7e4aGTXV0I/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683547879506931954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried our best to "tune into" him with our modest gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzGZ9d2PXg8/TuAEmlZ15AI/AAAAAAAAGsw/DD9hxkToP2c/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzGZ9d2PXg8/TuAEmlZ15AI/AAAAAAAAGsw/DD9hxkToP2c/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683547790663607298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a few surprises and it was fun to watch his reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sGYmvji3Ys/TuAEcOsii7I/AAAAAAAAGsk/brxr664d3hA/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sGYmvji3Ys/TuAEcOsii7I/AAAAAAAAGsk/brxr664d3hA/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683547612769323954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px; color:#000000;" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="sqtdq" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_day_the_child_realizes_that_all_adults_are/191793.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect,  he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;them, he becomes an adult; the day  he forgives himself, he becomes wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt; &lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/alden_nowlan/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alden Nowlan  quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/alden_nowlan/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8B5bC7WtQt8/TuAEU5JUOzI/AAAAAAAAGsY/iFcMHZDEKxo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8B5bC7WtQt8/TuAEU5JUOzI/AAAAAAAAGsY/iFcMHZDEKxo/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683547486725356338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFrC0bC-V5Q/TuAEN-JxXhI/AAAAAAAAGsM/bvxIYM1DtVI/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFrC0bC-V5Q/TuAEN-JxXhI/AAAAAAAAGsM/bvxIYM1DtVI/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683547367810358802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Connie joined us as well as our friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bV-7TKYOc0g/TuAEFdfCnzI/AAAAAAAAGsA/7INxY07IPjM/s1600/013a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bV-7TKYOc0g/TuAEFdfCnzI/AAAAAAAAGsA/7INxY07IPjM/s400/013a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683547221602246450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Michael &amp;amp; Barbara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to have a conversation with Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Houle in Saskatoon via skype.  That was really neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLEj5egT9iM/TuAD-oNGxeI/AAAAAAAAGr0/MHSeI8nc4HU/s1600/027a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLEj5egT9iM/TuAD-oNGxeI/AAAAAAAAGr0/MHSeI8nc4HU/s400/027a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683547104220726754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Ethan, &amp;amp; Alex watch Elliot open gifts.  Ashley took most of the photos and Derrick started on the omelets, popping out every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-ruXnQ4M10/TuADrQ_6RII/AAAAAAAAGro/8vFjCskffuA/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-ruXnQ4M10/TuADrQ_6RII/AAAAAAAAGro/8vFjCskffuA/s400/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683546771573851266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suggested an egg bake or scrambled eggs, but Derrick insisted on individual omelets, made to order.  So, I took orders.  The choices were: diced ham, cheese, green pepper, onion, mushrooms, &amp;amp; tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2V7dXFYYXPY/TuADipvayvI/AAAAAAAAGrc/5-bAm4nMzR0/s1600/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2V7dXFYYXPY/TuADipvayvI/AAAAAAAAGrc/5-bAm4nMzR0/s400/124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683546623596743410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick and I both had "everything omelets".  I didn't have to write that down.  :o)  I kind of miss waitressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntwagc5IjiQ/TuADR6UOdHI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/oeGynB__U68/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntwagc5IjiQ/TuADR6UOdHI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/oeGynB__U68/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683546335988315250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;"&gt;When you  teach your son, you teach your son's son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;"&gt;~The  Talmud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b6b6b6;"&gt;&lt;strong style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;em style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dauU6GHNb34/TuADJJYfu1I/AAAAAAAAGrE/F5yHzlvR_Bg/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dauU6GHNb34/TuADJJYfu1I/AAAAAAAAGrE/F5yHzlvR_Bg/s400/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683546185413933906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First step to a perfect omelet: saute the filling.  Or so I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A397_Hrz5r0/TuADCBXZt_I/AAAAAAAAGq4/UA-_0K2Z69A/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A397_Hrz5r0/TuADCBXZt_I/AAAAAAAAGq4/UA-_0K2Z69A/s400/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683546063002777586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hashbrowns are crispy.  Omelets &amp;amp; sausages are done.  Let's eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGufYBUSd2Q/TuACv6ujtAI/AAAAAAAAGqs/hN_Kr6rFhgg/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGufYBUSd2Q/TuACv6ujtAI/AAAAAAAAGqs/hN_Kr6rFhgg/s400/106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683545751983207426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Done eating and time for cake, er, the stack o' doughnuts posing as a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhTF0cKTt-Q/TuACsMccQMI/AAAAAAAAGqg/eDr7IK8SszQ/s1600/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhTF0cKTt-Q/TuACsMccQMI/AAAAAAAAGqg/eDr7IK8SszQ/s400/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683545688019583170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean, doughnuts (as requested) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; cake would have been sugar overload, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29_nvoy0pao/TuACoE4alTI/AAAAAAAAGqU/vaG4m4SdHNQ/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29_nvoy0pao/TuACoE4alTI/AAAAAAAAGqU/vaG4m4SdHNQ/s400/109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683545617269953842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being sung to and clapped for.  He seemed pleased with the doughnut cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Py3BG-VaO8/TuACPhAFrXI/AAAAAAAAGp8/bD8vONSc2EE/s1600/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Py3BG-VaO8/TuACPhAFrXI/AAAAAAAAGp8/bD8vONSc2EE/s400/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683545195321601394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next thing you know, this kid will turn 21.  Aaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wnjTIwvzs/TuABnY2u-_I/AAAAAAAAGpw/gE2EitAldNM/s1600/112a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wnjTIwvzs/TuABnY2u-_I/AAAAAAAAGpw/gE2EitAldNM/s400/112a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683544505940114418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;"In spite of the six thousand manuals on child  raising in the bookstores, child raising is still a dark continent and no one  really knows anything. You just need a lot of love and luck - and, of course,  courage". ~Bill Cosby, &lt;i&gt;Fatherhood&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good ride and we are proud of this 21 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Elliot Lyndon Houle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1519738790970990752?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1519738790970990752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1519738790970990752&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1519738790970990752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1519738790970990752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/12/crazy-thing-happened-yesterday.html' title='Eldest Son turns 21!'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXXaUZIdhV8/TuAFUQrBtyI/AAAAAAAAGuE/m0ayVf7AOnA/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-720107275835443728</id><published>2011-11-28T22:43:00.061-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:43:51.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>What am I thankful for?   That could be a really long answer.  I'm thankful for so many things: a warm house, good food to eat, friends to laugh with, the beauty of nature, a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aT9XTc1RX3o/TtWX8PSDV0I/AAAAAAAAGpU/DdPhTxpagjc/s1600/scan0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aT9XTc1RX3o/TtWX8PSDV0I/AAAAAAAAGpU/DdPhTxpagjc/s400/scan0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680613566147942210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the honest answer, the best answer ... is that I'm thankful to be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-ZZXr5Xl3E/TtWUJ35gaCI/AAAAAAAAGpI/KJgt06DapoM/s1600/scan0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-ZZXr5Xl3E/TtWUJ35gaCI/AAAAAAAAGpI/KJgt06DapoM/s400/scan0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680609402342631458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first born son, elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8QwYuPr6Q4/TtWUBmI-D-I/AAAAAAAAGo8/MldLUJipYf0/s1600/scan0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8QwYuPr6Q4/TtWUBmI-D-I/AAAAAAAAGo8/MldLUJipYf0/s400/scan0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680609260136697826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elliot &amp;amp; his new goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;"The  moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The  woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new".   ~Rajneesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0m4vYktfwh4/TtWTdkaQDkI/AAAAAAAAGow/8GbemANL7Rs/s1600/scan0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0m4vYktfwh4/TtWTdkaQDkI/AAAAAAAAGow/8GbemANL7Rs/s400/scan0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680608641197018690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, derrick, elliot visiting gramps &amp;amp; gram's house in Saskatoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uOlgZ-IY5Q/TtWTSunOffI/AAAAAAAAGok/frqs0asJryo/s1600/scan0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uOlgZ-IY5Q/TtWTSunOffI/AAAAAAAAGok/frqs0asJryo/s400/scan0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680608454957235698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ethan &amp;amp; ashley... ring bearer &amp;amp; flower girl for wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5-vxt3CNcI/TtWTLbc95bI/AAAAAAAAGoY/WwTviGYS7IM/s1600/scan0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5-vxt3CNcI/TtWTLbc95bI/AAAAAAAAGoY/WwTviGYS7IM/s400/scan0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680608329554847154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elliot, alex, ashley at Christmas in Otterburne, Manitoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ea9NXv1ta5s/TtWS_j5-PzI/AAAAAAAAGoM/qH_2-hyi-WA/s1600/scan0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ea9NXv1ta5s/TtWS_j5-PzI/AAAAAAAAGoM/qH_2-hyi-WA/s400/scan0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680608125665558322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alex, elliot, ashley welcoming newborn ethan parker to the family.  dec, 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46BqFlq7iX0/TtWSrUhwtxI/AAAAAAAAGoA/ebQBZG-BKpw/s1600/scan0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46BqFlq7iX0/TtWSrUhwtxI/AAAAAAAAGoA/ebQBZG-BKpw/s400/scan0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680607777940092690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ashley.  age 2 w/ big hair and likes to read.  my kind of gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;A  daughter is a mother's gender partner, her closest ally in the family  confederacy, an extension of her self.  And mothers are their daughters' role  model, their biological and emotional road map, the arbiter of all their  relationships."  ~Victoria Secunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lqmog6zAe8/TtWSjMuaFGI/AAAAAAAAGn0/-Jro-aQhG9k/s1600/scan0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lqmog6zAe8/TtWSjMuaFGI/AAAAAAAAGn0/-Jro-aQhG9k/s400/scan0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680607638406698082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elliot &amp;amp; alex.  if you are a criminal... beware. don't mess w/ these two.  zero tolerance for bad guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ikupocb684/TtWSbzqG9pI/AAAAAAAAGno/5k2GVKNvWu0/s1600/scan0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ikupocb684/TtWSbzqG9pI/AAAAAAAAGno/5k2GVKNvWu0/s400/scan0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680607511418697362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ethan.  don't go up those stairs, mister.  oh boy, here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ1O_HrQNtE/TtWSQQ71_QI/AAAAAAAAGnc/vGGXuFGeeMA/s1600/scan0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ1O_HrQNtE/TtWSQQ71_QI/AAAAAAAAGnc/vGGXuFGeeMA/s400/scan0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680607313119280386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRtfEcivQ2w/TtWSIe_yR1I/AAAAAAAAGnQ/g-d9q_J9ZA0/s1600/scan0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRtfEcivQ2w/TtWSIe_yR1I/AAAAAAAAGnQ/g-d9q_J9ZA0/s400/scan0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680607179454957394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my pumpkins with their pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjKZ6aHYCnQ/TtWSBOH7YPI/AAAAAAAAGnE/wqRmxu9CWCQ/s1600/scan0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjKZ6aHYCnQ/TtWSBOH7YPI/AAAAAAAAGnE/wqRmxu9CWCQ/s400/scan0110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680607054666621170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let's carve 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lP89h5xDDc/TtWR7_WW0eI/AAAAAAAAGm4/xKwnPSac1jU/s1600/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lP89h5xDDc/TtWR7_WW0eI/AAAAAAAAGm4/xKwnPSac1jU/s400/scan0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680606964801262050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ready to  set a newly hatched butterfly free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgQEr7nECn0/TtWR17H6DzI/AAAAAAAAGms/mXMO9GknbJs/s1600/scan0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgQEr7nECn0/TtWR17H6DzI/AAAAAAAAGms/mXMO9GknbJs/s400/scan0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680606860587700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ethan.  if you think I'm wearing this helmet... ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UtUt9Sd_Hfk/TtWRt7vYnkI/AAAAAAAAGmg/0swZupqDbFA/s1600/scan0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UtUt9Sd_Hfk/TtWRt7vYnkI/AAAAAAAAGmg/0swZupqDbFA/s400/scan0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680606723314327106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elliot &amp;amp; alex.  watching thomas the tank engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEkl0BmB1Ug/TtWRnGDmleI/AAAAAAAAGmU/rgmwKBaDvZY/s1600/scan0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEkl0BmB1Ug/TtWRnGDmleI/AAAAAAAAGmU/rgmwKBaDvZY/s400/scan0211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680606605824398818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alex &amp;amp; elliot (elliot~with his medal from t-ball... jammies gettin' a little small, alex?).  get on that, mom. check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2O00VmnVjE/TtWRZsEhkUI/AAAAAAAAGmI/I3IfGaJVwX4/s1600/scan0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2O00VmnVjE/TtWRZsEhkUI/AAAAAAAAGmI/I3IfGaJVwX4/s400/scan0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680606375510643010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;easter.  alex, grandpa houle, ethan, elliot.  serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8c5CSB4cV1s/TtWRR0UjCxI/AAAAAAAAGl8/7ia5otyUNmk/s1600/scan0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8c5CSB4cV1s/TtWRR0UjCxI/AAAAAAAAGl8/7ia5otyUNmk/s400/scan0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680606240286378770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alex w/his corn on the cob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EebzJAhOe2k/TtWRKs-5ILI/AAAAAAAAGlw/fxF9u0kqClU/s1600/scan0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EebzJAhOe2k/TtWRKs-5ILI/AAAAAAAAGlw/fxF9u0kqClU/s400/scan0219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680606118057418930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elliot.  contentment.  you see how these children capture your heart and don't let go, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyLnjrU4Jc8/TtWQ2JG-kZI/AAAAAAAAGlk/18Dl2Jf6dYI/s1600/scan0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyLnjrU4Jc8/TtWQ2JG-kZI/AAAAAAAAGlk/18Dl2Jf6dYI/s400/scan0208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680605764830269842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ashley &amp;amp; elliot.  dancin' in the kitchen on her 3rd b-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdrdc0o2itw/TtRnYw4Fz9I/AAAAAAAAGlY/IKKgU-9wMLY/s1600/scan0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdrdc0o2itw/TtRnYw4Fz9I/AAAAAAAAGlY/IKKgU-9wMLY/s400/scan0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278705155723218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ashley &amp;amp; alex (turning 2 &amp;amp; 4) at gramps &amp;amp; grandma's house, Saskatoon, Sask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CiJBNbsayZs/TtRnMLLbmXI/AAAAAAAAGlM/lp1Ee682CAg/s1600/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CiJBNbsayZs/TtRnMLLbmXI/AAAAAAAAGlM/lp1Ee682CAg/s400/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278488877865330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alex, ashley, ethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBRTI_PaHEw/TtRnHYKByrI/AAAAAAAAGlA/-T47kbLHT_M/s1600/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBRTI_PaHEw/TtRnHYKByrI/AAAAAAAAGlA/-T47kbLHT_M/s400/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278406462294706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Om056OXCSjU/TtRnARHwGiI/AAAAAAAAGk0/edbSXLznYas/s1600/scan0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Om056OXCSjU/TtRnARHwGiI/AAAAAAAAGk0/edbSXLznYas/s400/scan0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278284314614306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elliot, alex, ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_6gjlGC89E/TtRm1KnecqI/AAAAAAAAGko/nwBwmUN4Na4/s1600/scan0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_6gjlGC89E/TtRm1KnecqI/AAAAAAAAGko/nwBwmUN4Na4/s400/scan0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680278093590065826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ashley, elliot, alex.  providence college family housing, manitoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkaN3v41oKc/TtRmu-7uXeI/AAAAAAAAGkc/oJ3c1GUc73Y/s1600/scan0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkaN3v41oKc/TtRmu-7uXeI/AAAAAAAAGkc/oJ3c1GUc73Y/s400/scan0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680277987374554594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elliot, alex, ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQdfWHie790/TtRmYep24JI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/FTwO68tzDys/s1600/scan0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQdfWHie790/TtRmYep24JI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/FTwO68tzDys/s400/scan0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680277600752558226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ashley &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXTXLY_tZew/TtRmSSWh7cI/AAAAAAAAGkE/bhqhZywMldE/s1600/scan0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXTXLY_tZew/TtRmSSWh7cI/AAAAAAAAGkE/bhqhZywMldE/s400/scan0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680277494371052994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ethan enjoying watermelon.  Bemidji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_o32cWIhvto/TtRmIPvvRRI/AAAAAAAAGj4/i-GdTMRjTRM/s1600/scan0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_o32cWIhvto/TtRmIPvvRRI/AAAAAAAAGj4/i-GdTMRjTRM/s400/scan0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680277321872786706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ashley... heading to ballet class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dAhbjmuFN1M/TtRmBtriU5I/AAAAAAAAGjs/1Tvqbv536E0/s1600/scan0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dAhbjmuFN1M/TtRmBtriU5I/AAAAAAAAGjs/1Tvqbv536E0/s400/scan0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680277209649140626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ethan vs. elliot... star wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpuAllWxLU8/TtRl5YWelII/AAAAAAAAGjg/EEZIYCi_jvE/s1600/scan0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpuAllWxLU8/TtRl5YWelII/AAAAAAAAGjg/EEZIYCi_jvE/s400/scan0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680277066484716674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alex &amp;amp; elliot.  superheroes rule our house at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;"[A]  mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled."  ~Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;  (one can hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAEvXVHivnI/TtRllwFmtrI/AAAAAAAAGjU/8bTEbyEADmY/s1600/scan0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAEvXVHivnI/TtRllwFmtrI/AAAAAAAAGjU/8bTEbyEADmY/s400/scan0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680276729259013810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elliot &amp;amp; alex... brand new house in Bemidji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcaDX59jTOQ/TtRlZAOiX2I/AAAAAAAAGjI/srlySh79gk4/s1600/scan0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcaDX59jTOQ/TtRlZAOiX2I/AAAAAAAAGjI/srlySh79gk4/s400/scan0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680276510253145954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alex &amp;amp; elliot.  freshly bathed... nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_tlTJOdfPU/TtRlHSxAE6I/AAAAAAAAGi8/SOmMhyXKvkc/s1600/scan0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_tlTJOdfPU/TtRlHSxAE6I/AAAAAAAAGi8/SOmMhyXKvkc/s400/scan0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680276205991891874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, elliot, alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzuNiysTkuY/TtRkyZREDiI/AAAAAAAAGik/oM5ACPuo1_M/s1600/scan0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzuNiysTkuY/TtRkyZREDiI/AAAAAAAAGik/oM5ACPuo1_M/s400/scan0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680275846959730210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;derrick, elliot, alex.  the early years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0faw1I72xP0/TtRkbx6GW9I/AAAAAAAAGiY/uUhNsGIGCEY/s1600/scan0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0faw1I72xP0/TtRkbx6GW9I/AAAAAAAAGiY/uUhNsGIGCEY/s400/scan0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680275458437307346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me &amp;amp; ashley.  tired?  me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23trnMS_7yE/TtRj_xFgiKI/AAAAAAAAGiM/jEq7EoSonn4/s1600/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23trnMS_7yE/TtRj_xFgiKI/AAAAAAAAGiM/jEq7EoSonn4/s400/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680274977180387490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;typical saturday morning on bixby.  cinnamon is the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZni1bb_SRY/TtRj7tmW1tI/AAAAAAAAGiA/YSz15ULEV7E/s1600/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZni1bb_SRY/TtRj7tmW1tI/AAAAAAAAGiA/YSz15ULEV7E/s400/scan0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680274907524945618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had two bunnies:  snowflake &amp;amp; raincloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0EPt0rr4dU/TtRj0VFL82I/AAAAAAAAGh0/Mcax395aTqc/s1600/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0EPt0rr4dU/TtRj0VFL82I/AAAAAAAAGh0/Mcax395aTqc/s400/scan0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680274780684284770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this one... minus my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eW5dtzyhXug/TtRjqbElxJI/AAAAAAAAGho/oP6bqHLLjoY/s1600/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eW5dtzyhXug/TtRjqbElxJI/AAAAAAAAGho/oP6bqHLLjoY/s400/scan0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680274610493703314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at a family wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6Ty9LhUCo/TtRjg6W_n4I/AAAAAAAAGhc/0WHd826ZxCY/s1600/scan0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6Ty9LhUCo/TtRjg6W_n4I/AAAAAAAAGhc/0WHd826ZxCY/s400/scan0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680274447093702530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is an adventure filled with many ups &amp;amp; downs.  The future is yet to be determined.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I MOST thankful for, you ask? The opportunity to be a mother, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the chance to buy the above pj's from hanna andersson and have them all wear them without complaint. For that I am thankful.  That will never happen again.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-720107275835443728?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/720107275835443728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=720107275835443728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/720107275835443728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/720107275835443728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aT9XTc1RX3o/TtWX8PSDV0I/AAAAAAAAGpU/DdPhTxpagjc/s72-c/scan0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-3202541846057058567</id><published>2011-11-21T19:10:00.030-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:50:12.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gFteyZDDd6s/Tsr5VQUtOKI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/6ZcyVNfKOeM/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gFteyZDDd6s/Tsr5VQUtOKI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/6ZcyVNfKOeM/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677624423808317602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my plate of food a couple of years ago on Thanksgiving.  Oh my, what a meal!  I'm still full.  Okay, maybe not.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JT1WaQYV440/Tsr5L5aQeaI/AAAAAAAAGgE/MggvSIoqhj0/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JT1WaQYV440/Tsr5L5aQeaI/AAAAAAAAGgE/MggvSIoqhj0/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677624263038761378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom &amp;amp; I had lunch today (Sparkling Waters) and took a quick trip to the mall.  We swung by the grocery store for some last minute items.  She usually buys the Thanksgiving groceries and I do all the cooking.  I like to cook and she has more money than I, so it all works out.  :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58SmoGkpsoo/Tsr5GSeEy1I/AAAAAAAAGf4/K-du3skKkn0/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58SmoGkpsoo/Tsr5GSeEy1I/AAAAAAAAGf4/K-du3skKkn0/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677624166686444370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photos in this post are from November 2009.  Not sure why we're looking up here... cobweb?  Tall person talking?  I have a really pretty ceiling?     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FclqqRkxVrg/Tsr4_3T6_5I/AAAAAAAAGfs/5xqFoUlvPYo/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FclqqRkxVrg/Tsr4_3T6_5I/AAAAAAAAGfs/5xqFoUlvPYo/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677624056316886930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't believe in tampering too much with the traditional Thanksgiving menu.  We await this meal all year.  The Thanksgiving holiday is one of my favorites.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WESgl-RR7ew/Tsr44fVLeBI/AAAAAAAAGfg/ZufjiWLrbzY/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WESgl-RR7ew/Tsr44fVLeBI/AAAAAAAAGfg/ZufjiWLrbzY/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677623929620625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can bet there will be homemade gravy ready to serve over mashed potatoes, stuffing, mashed rutabaga, and turkey.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiLL7Nqw0m4/Tsr4xH-oUsI/AAAAAAAAGfU/a2t-cwth1l0/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiLL7Nqw0m4/Tsr4xH-oUsI/AAAAAAAAGfU/a2t-cwth1l0/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677623803092947650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There will be a large turkey (we like lots of leftovers) and Derrick will do the carving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juSiKVTclNM/Tsr4S_bj13I/AAAAAAAAGfI/rSaqQp5wj_A/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juSiKVTclNM/Tsr4S_bj13I/AAAAAAAAGfI/rSaqQp5wj_A/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677623285402294130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I often try new recipes, but only for vegetable side dishes and salads.  I don't even mess with desert.  It's pumpkin pie with whipped cream.  You can have your pumpkin cheesecake and pumpkin mousse.  I like those at different times, but I need basic pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHAlk8MN7Jg/Tsr4MS8khSI/AAAAAAAAGe8/8AwZcAdAGz8/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHAlk8MN7Jg/Tsr4MS8khSI/AAAAAAAAGe8/8AwZcAdAGz8/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677623170381940002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In 2009, I tried a pomegranate/bacon/romaine salad with homemade dressing.  Yum!  This year, it'll be a mandarin orange/candied sliced almonds/romaine &amp;amp; iceberg with a homemade dressing.  Have I mentioned, I love salad?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DIx_SKa4n8/Tsr3aseOHpI/AAAAAAAAGew/reHOArzTNzA/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DIx_SKa4n8/Tsr3aseOHpI/AAAAAAAAGew/reHOArzTNzA/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677622318240505490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving may or may not involve dashing out to a movie when all is said and done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q636-XZkf5U/Tsr3SsBRn4I/AAAAAAAAGek/Tatk7EUNoqE/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q636-XZkf5U/Tsr3SsBRn4I/AAAAAAAAGek/Tatk7EUNoqE/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677622180680146818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; involves game playing.  It takes a long time to make all that food.  To tell you the truth, I'd rather be making the food than playing games.  Although, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;talk me into it once in a while.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPvXadC8Lic/Tsr3Nu3_mMI/AAAAAAAAGeY/19L4hXLcDm4/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPvXadC8Lic/Tsr3Nu3_mMI/AAAAAAAAGeY/19L4hXLcDm4/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677622095547177154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's shocking to see how much Ethan has grown in the past two years.  This was 6th grade and now he's in 8th.  He looks so little to me here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4CGKh3k57o/Tsr3G4nwmII/AAAAAAAAGeM/wdVtM0U9Vq0/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4CGKh3k57o/Tsr3G4nwmII/AAAAAAAAGeM/wdVtM0U9Vq0/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621977904355458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part (above the scrumptious food) is hanging out with family.  For hours upon hours upon hours.  Upon hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClNRwDiiaZY/Tsr3A_yJqwI/AAAAAAAAGeA/e3QuMs9GQ8E/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClNRwDiiaZY/Tsr3A_yJqwI/AAAAAAAAGeA/e3QuMs9GQ8E/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621876747774722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good thing we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My standard Thanksgiving menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;Gravy&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry sauce&lt;br /&gt;Mashed rutabaga&lt;br /&gt;Veggies (usually at least two, which may or may not include green bean casserole)&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce salad w/homemade dressing&lt;br /&gt;Relish tray (green olives, black olives, and two kinds of pickles)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner rolls&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin pie &amp;amp; whipped cream&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Veggies recently have included glazed carrots, creamed peas, sauteed sugar snap peas w/grape tomatoes, corn, sauteed green beans, onions &amp;amp; mushrooms.  The sky is the limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to go wild with side dishes, but give me the traditional menu on Thanksgiving.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-3202541846057058567?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/3202541846057058567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=3202541846057058567&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3202541846057058567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3202541846057058567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/11/thinking-about-thanksgiving.html' title='Thinking about Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gFteyZDDd6s/Tsr5VQUtOKI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/6ZcyVNfKOeM/s72-c/Thanksgiving%2B2009%2B048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-2591418698939226547</id><published>2011-11-15T22:43:00.041-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:50:57.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cucumber Curlicues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr_h_Z9_fmU/TsNC6QEd-GI/AAAAAAAAGd0/eX8zcYTxhAA/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr_h_Z9_fmU/TsNC6QEd-GI/AAAAAAAAGd0/eX8zcYTxhAA/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675453523930511458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the fun of planting cucumber seeds is having an abundance of pretty yellow blossoms to admire.  This year, I found a new appreciation for the vines: how they reach out and grab whatever's close and the wonderful crazy shapes they form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHSWYw2orf8/TsNCj5hIXYI/AAAAAAAAGdo/uWLtq7gpIik/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHSWYw2orf8/TsNCj5hIXYI/AAAAAAAAGdo/uWLtq7gpIik/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675453139919592834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They crept into the herbs, trying to take over the basil and everything else in their path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6F2HENOQ7pw/TsNCKj5f-II/AAAAAAAAGdQ/LXUw2jfRXGY/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6F2HENOQ7pw/TsNCKj5f-II/AAAAAAAAGdQ/LXUw2jfRXGY/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675452704619493506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a bumper crop of cucumbers (on the right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRlWGrzOrJk/TsNCFEQt7aI/AAAAAAAAGdI/NMSTal2T4Co/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRlWGrzOrJk/TsNCFEQt7aI/AAAAAAAAGdI/NMSTal2T4Co/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675452610227596706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They 'reached across the aisle' to the neighboring raised garden box, making friends with the tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbqr56IIZSQ/TsNB_D8Fo0I/AAAAAAAAGc4/je3XHosrqg0/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbqr56IIZSQ/TsNB_D8Fo0I/AAAAAAAAGc4/je3XHosrqg0/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675452507061855042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little curlicues caught my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg8EzAyYr_c/TsNB6DhD3WI/AAAAAAAAGcs/n9yoKchgKxY/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg8EzAyYr_c/TsNB6DhD3WI/AAAAAAAAGcs/n9yoKchgKxY/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675452421049146722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So interesting how it wraps itself and hangs on for dear life.  This photo kind of reminds me of a snake coiled up, but eeek! I shouldn't talk like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFWsldKY0k8/TsNBfFfED_I/AAAAAAAAGcg/t2Ly6WiPLEQ/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFWsldKY0k8/TsNBfFfED_I/AAAAAAAAGcg/t2Ly6WiPLEQ/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675451957721174002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I started seeing shapes of things, like one might see in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7q-OXRtSvQ/TsNBaDkYYWI/AAAAAAAAGcU/OyDeBV5Fe6U/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7q-OXRtSvQ/TsNBaDkYYWI/AAAAAAAAGcU/OyDeBV5Fe6U/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675451871307260258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Nx1c8Sl68/TsNBRX-0BNI/AAAAAAAAGcI/tZMG6KTGCtA/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Nx1c8Sl68/TsNBRX-0BNI/AAAAAAAAGcI/tZMG6KTGCtA/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675451722168009938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A spiral perm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Nx1c8Sl68/TsNBRX-0BNI/AAAAAAAAGcI/tZMG6KTGCtA/s1600/015.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UE-DTvgruPo/TsNBI4msNGI/AAAAAAAAGb8/muuK1wh5OHs/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UE-DTvgruPo/TsNBI4msNGI/AAAAAAAAGb8/muuK1wh5OHs/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675451576306381922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A musical note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2-8Tj13E8I/TsNBEJJ30oI/AAAAAAAAGbw/mJn0k7KrmjM/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2-8Tj13E8I/TsNBEJJ30oI/AAAAAAAAGbw/mJn0k7KrmjM/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675451494849565314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tongue of a frog lunging out for a fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAyQxUHWSaw/TsNA-7j8ShI/AAAAAAAAGbo/N3NE_K1f9kI/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAyQxUHWSaw/TsNA-7j8ShI/AAAAAAAAGbo/N3NE_K1f9kI/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675451405301467666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a tangly mess.  Have you ever taken the time to peer into the middle of a cucumber patch?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2hI89-A-6s/TsNA1cQM9VI/AAAAAAAAGbY/JYUf4e59Ywc/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2hI89-A-6s/TsNA1cQM9VI/AAAAAAAAGbY/JYUf4e59Ywc/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675451242278352210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curlicues charmed me this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEEybZQrYEk/TsNAw3bqTzI/AAAAAAAAGbM/AoLLV-98rvg/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEEybZQrYEk/TsNAw3bqTzI/AAAAAAAAGbM/AoLLV-98rvg/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675451163674824498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't wait to go out and find what shapes I'd see next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rnTnoMBqcE0/TsNAT7Qr5KI/AAAAAAAAGbA/ScMWTmlcJ5c/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rnTnoMBqcE0/TsNAT7Qr5KI/AAAAAAAAGbA/ScMWTmlcJ5c/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675450666486326434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;"No two gardens are the same. No two days are  the same in one garden". ~Hugh Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kYoMPuMt-4/TsNAQZNbtUI/AAAAAAAAGa0/i2sh1FK0Uxk/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kYoMPuMt-4/TsNAQZNbtUI/AAAAAAAAGa0/i2sh1FK0Uxk/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675450605806269762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it  provides". ~W.E. Johns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alo8uxToKbc/TsNAJw_SgEI/AAAAAAAAGao/rwDMi6ImG8g/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alo8uxToKbc/TsNAJw_SgEI/AAAAAAAAGao/rwDMi6ImG8g/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675450491930312770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang on, dear vine, and reach for the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ai3ZnTY4QPE/TsM_89Kuk0I/AAAAAAAAGac/VJF2E9Z_Yzc/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ai3ZnTY4QPE/TsM_89Kuk0I/AAAAAAAAGac/VJF2E9Z_Yzc/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675450271861216066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will pay more attention to dainty little curlicues from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35UNKphM3W4/TsM_vuKQgtI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/Dg3iB14lmqc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35UNKphM3W4/TsM_vuKQgtI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/Dg3iB14lmqc/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675450044494414546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's what's magical about raising a garden.  Every year is different and something new is bound to catch your eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the cucumber in the background?  That's another magical thing about raising a garden.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-2591418698939226547?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/2591418698939226547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=2591418698939226547&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2591418698939226547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2591418698939226547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Cucumber Curlicues'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr_h_Z9_fmU/TsNC6QEd-GI/AAAAAAAAGd0/eX8zcYTxhAA/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5207685817453182324</id><published>2011-11-13T19:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:57:41.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zippy Garlic Shrimp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXdJb4XX6w/TsBu7qALXGI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/qDIdMF78Mbs/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXdJb4XX6w/TsBu7qALXGI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/qDIdMF78Mbs/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674657501653195874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had shrimp last night at home and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; share the recipe.  I suppose it was my 3rd or 4th time making it and it's the only shrimp recipe I've ever tried.  Ever.  You see, shrimp scares me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZSdOOk2Q2I/TsBuz7ynibI/AAAAAAAAGZs/bA8uj-UzHeI/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZSdOOk2Q2I/TsBuz7ynibI/AAAAAAAAGZs/bA8uj-UzHeI/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674657368989206962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seafood in general scares me.  I worry that I will mess it up somehow.  The key is to have all the ingredients prepped beforehand: the garlic crushed, the spices measured out, the lemon both zested and juiced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual cooking time is about 6 minutes.  Above you see the jumbo shrimp cooked for 3 minutes and ready to be flipped for the final 3.  You want it to be done, but not overcooked or it becomes chewy &amp;amp; tough.  Having the ingredients ready to grab is paramount.  Shrimp cooks amazingly fast!   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqkVeiZj94w/TsBuphRjjRI/AAAAAAAAGZg/iG9ZmsFFqG8/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqkVeiZj94w/TsBuphRjjRI/AAAAAAAAGZg/iG9ZmsFFqG8/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674657190072519954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zippy Garlic Shrimp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon sweet Hungarian  paprika&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon coarse kosher  salt&lt;br /&gt;1 pound (16-20 count) shrimp, peeled and deveined, tails attached&lt;br /&gt;4  tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;6 cloves garlic, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon red pepper  flakes&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons cold butter, cut into small chunks&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon lemon  zest&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon chopped fresh  Italian parsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Measure paprika, black pepper and coarse salt into a small bowl  and stir together. Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rinse the shrimp and arrange on a double layer of paper towels.  Use another paper towel to pat the shrimp dry. Transfer the shrimp to a mixing  bowl. Sprinkle with paprika mixture. Toss gently until the shrimp are coated  with the seasoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mix olive oil, garlic and red pepper flakes in a large skillet.  Place over medium heat and stir until the garlic begins to turn golden. Add the  shrimp all at once, arranging them in a single layer. Turn the heat to medium  high. Cook the shrimp for 2-3 minutes. Turn shrimp and continue cooking until  they feel slightly firm to the touch and are curled up. It will take another 2-3  minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add butter, lemon zest and lemon juice and stir until butter  melts. Remove from heat. Scatter chopped parsley over the shrimp. Serve  immediately. Makes 3 or 4 servings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gh4fgVOI40/TsBuPhT4E-I/AAAAAAAAGZI/ny5E86VAIC0/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gh4fgVOI40/TsBuPhT4E-I/AAAAAAAAGZI/ny5E86VAIC0/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674656743405655010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your taste buds are in for a nice surprise.  Adding the butter at the end makes for a creamy sauce.  I served it with lemon orzo pilaf (both recipes came from Sue Doeden), but you could serve this shrimp with linguine or any pasta.  You could also serve it alongside any potato recipe, just add veggies and/or salad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flavor is unbelievable.  We had a crew here last night so I doubled it, using 2 lbs. of shrimp instead of one.  There were only a few left, which I gobbled up in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so fancy, but is really easy and worth the effort.  It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zippy&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope you'll try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5207685817453182324?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5207685817453182324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5207685817453182324&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5207685817453182324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5207685817453182324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/11/zippy-garlic-shrimp.html' title='Zippy Garlic Shrimp'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXdJb4XX6w/TsBu7qALXGI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/qDIdMF78Mbs/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-3567623430720323648</id><published>2011-11-08T20:07:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:17:56.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YV7USWPL1kQ/Trng-Dwxm9I/AAAAAAAAGYw/lNWkon3Nbyw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YV7USWPL1kQ/Trng-Dwxm9I/AAAAAAAAGYw/lNWkon3Nbyw/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672812562416245714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside my window&lt;/span&gt;... darkness and the first snowflakes of the year.  I suppose I should be scowling, but it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and I'm excited for a new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;... how nice it is not to have to be anywhere tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;... a warm house.  Brrr, it's cold outside.  In the last couple days it turned into glove wearing weather.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;... homemade chili (my mom's recipe) and soft buns for dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;... black yoga pants (the new sweat pant) and my favorite soft gray long sleeved t-shirt.  And socks.  And slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am creating&lt;/span&gt;... piles of clean, fresh, folded laundry.  Is that creating?  Sure it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am going&lt;/span&gt;... crazy.  But I did *go* to the play White Christmas at the highschool last weekend and it was wonderful!  Ashley was in it.  She had a blast and is sad to see it end.  I also *went* to the grand opening of the exhibit Why Treaties Matter last night at the American Indian Resource Center on the campus of Bemidji State University.  Worth your time to go!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;... The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult after just finishing Heaven is for Real.  I'm supposed to be reading Bel Canto by Ann Patchett (for my bookclub) but haven't found a copy yet.  You may think I'm a childcare provider, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; is my real job.  Still haven't found anyone to pay me to do it yet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;... that Regis isn't really retiring from Live w/Regis &amp;amp; Kelly, but I think it's true.  I know.  Seriously, I like Regis.  :o(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;...  the hum of my dishwasher, which is on its last legs, and the soundtrack The Muppet Christmas Carol.  I usually don't start Christmas music until after Thanksgiving (that would be wrong), but it snowed tonight for the first time.  It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snowed&lt;/span&gt;.  I cannot be held responsible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...kids doing homework and daughter Ashley watching scenes from West Side Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...that my daughter is watching scenes from West Side Story.  And, that kids are doing homework.  I like kids being home.  The end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/span&gt;... lunch w/two cousins coming from out of town.  Can't wait to see you, Heather &amp;amp; Allison.  It's been way too long girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is a picture for thought I am sharing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMb-TNixAmQ/Trng4Zi0m0I/AAAAAAAAGYk/rezrX-SxIbU/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMb-TNixAmQ/Trng4Zi0m0I/AAAAAAAAGYk/rezrX-SxIbU/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672812465184086850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a glorious sunrise last week and it happened to be on a daycare day when I rise early.  I'm so happy I didn't sleep through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy November to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-3567623430720323648?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/3567623430720323648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=3567623430720323648&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3567623430720323648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3567623430720323648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-today.html' title='For Today...'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YV7USWPL1kQ/Trng-Dwxm9I/AAAAAAAAGYw/lNWkon3Nbyw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-4951610293933057299</id><published>2011-11-02T21:48:00.031-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:23:37.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gw_qZz4jE6o/TrICSfNwOqI/AAAAAAAAGVg/aQTF6H28upk/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gw_qZz4jE6o/TrICSfNwOqI/AAAAAAAAGVg/aQTF6H28upk/s400/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670597397452962466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!&lt;/span&gt; ~Humbert Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to look out my window one October night and saw a glorious sunset.  Actually, no, the sunset was in the west and this was the view out my front door, to the East, overlooking the lake that lies one block away.  Yes, I live one block from a lake.  So close and yet so far.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz9UZmldd0I/TrICLJAuOoI/AAAAAAAAGVU/0hQEJ-Td-rA/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz9UZmldd0I/TrICLJAuOoI/AAAAAAAAGVU/0hQEJ-Td-rA/s400/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670597271233641090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rushed to grab my trusty little blue Canon Power Shot (a good camera, but not professional by any means) and headed to the front step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCQUr8ln3ig/TrICC9BEhLI/AAAAAAAAGVI/7E1-kcDi7_8/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCQUr8ln3ig/TrICC9BEhLI/AAAAAAAAGVI/7E1-kcDi7_8/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670597130574922930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The clouds were a gorgeous tangerine color and I loved how the tree branches showed up in black to add to the drama.  Halloween is right around the corner, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuxVMKeJ5VM/TrIB81-m9bI/AAAAAAAAGU8/ZyibZyEAslQ/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuxVMKeJ5VM/TrIB81-m9bI/AAAAAAAAGU8/ZyibZyEAslQ/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670597025606333874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wind was strong and the sky was shifting and churning, much like the sea.  I love a good stormy night, if I feel safe at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzBH2gMUOpA/TrIBz4_6BSI/AAAAAAAAGUw/-i908zNAlqc/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzBH2gMUOpA/TrIBz4_6BSI/AAAAAAAAGUw/-i908zNAlqc/s400/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670596871798261026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kept snapping photos, hoping to capture the beauty before it blew past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44AQuHS_BSs/TrIBjcfpbfI/AAAAAAAAGUk/Uk2SVBP-new/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44AQuHS_BSs/TrIBjcfpbfI/AAAAAAAAGUk/Uk2SVBP-new/s400/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670596589268856306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't on display for very long.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ULUhzcc6Ys/TrIBaeUv3uI/AAAAAAAAGUY/L7IT-raXTPA/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ULUhzcc6Ys/TrIBaeUv3uI/AAAAAAAAGUY/L7IT-raXTPA/s400/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670596435141189346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I am not a photographer, but I enjoy taking pictures.  Maybe someday I'll go the extra step of taking a photography class.  For now, I will stick by this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"There are no rules for  good photographs, there are only good photographs." ~Ansel Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So long, October!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-4951610293933057299?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/4951610293933057299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=4951610293933057299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4951610293933057299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4951610293933057299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/11/october-skies.html' title='October Skies'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gw_qZz4jE6o/TrICSfNwOqI/AAAAAAAAGVg/aQTF6H28upk/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-6880381509920595989</id><published>2011-10-30T21:10:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:58:21.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Boat Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThkYKqSSE_Q/Tq4FbblLhlI/AAAAAAAAGT8/QnFL-ZCIBSI/s1600/IMG_3366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThkYKqSSE_Q/Tq4FbblLhlI/AAAAAAAAGT8/QnFL-ZCIBSI/s400/IMG_3366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474949724341842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of September, we were invited on the final boat ride of the year with friends.  I was the only Houle available to go and jumped at the chance.  The weather was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7nUql8GL6Q/Tq4FS0oba3I/AAAAAAAAGTw/O-SXBd65PH8/s1600/IMG_3332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7nUql8GL6Q/Tq4FS0oba3I/AAAAAAAAGTw/O-SXBd65PH8/s400/IMG_3332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474801830030194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were times I wanted to jump ship.  That would be when little Maya Sue was driving.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLDuOHt4B20/Tq4FN7ooVOI/AAAAAAAAGTk/Ogc_I0YG4xY/s1600/IMG_3333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLDuOHt4B20/Tq4FN7ooVOI/AAAAAAAAGTk/Ogc_I0YG4xY/s400/IMG_3333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474717810578658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, she may have pontoon-driving in her future.  Thank you for checking your blind spot, Maya.      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AH8-o_h1Ork/Tq4FH6T999I/AAAAAAAAGTY/p9vE9xe8MIA/s1600/IMG_3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0Qsy4IOLcU/Tq4FByPDjAI/AAAAAAAAGTM/iuw_AXYUVXU/s1600/IMG_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0Qsy4IOLcU/Tq4FByPDjAI/AAAAAAAAGTM/iuw_AXYUVXU/s400/IMG_3348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474509128961026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was learning to whistle with a piece of grass, just as important as learning to drive a boat, in my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-fq6GGgp9M/Tq4E6IUhMhI/AAAAAAAAGTA/2jYk5PJ0OWc/s1600/IMG_3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-fq6GGgp9M/Tq4E6IUhMhI/AAAAAAAAGTA/2jYk5PJ0OWc/s400/IMG_3351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474377618502162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fun time was had by all.  It seems summer has slipped away (doesn't it always?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tF3CzIS-A20/Tq4E0I22KOI/AAAAAAAAGS0/uqLPohTs2oE/s1600/IMG_3367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tF3CzIS-A20/Tq4E0I22KOI/AAAAAAAAGS0/uqLPohTs2oE/s400/IMG_3367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474274683267298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boat veered into the reeds as we sang "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!". Michael refused to sing the correct lyrics, which cracked Maya (and the rest of us) up.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WI26pZ-fBxw/Tq4EuUPr_OI/AAAAAAAAGSo/3oaspo4LYR4/s1600/IMG_3371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WI26pZ-fBxw/Tq4EuUPr_OI/AAAAAAAAGSo/3oaspo4LYR4/s400/IMG_3371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474174661033186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suppose the beautiful scenery also helped to distract us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcFSfmsvnaU/Tq4EoNM8IrI/AAAAAAAAGSc/hKr6vmMiFfo/s1600/IMG_3373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcFSfmsvnaU/Tq4EoNM8IrI/AAAAAAAAGSc/hKr6vmMiFfo/s400/IMG_3373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474069691245234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll trade you a licorice for a cheese puff.  No?  Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCCcDNyfe2Q/Tq4EiPe73MI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/JRdKphFoCqI/s1600/IMG_3385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCCcDNyfe2Q/Tq4EiPe73MI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/JRdKphFoCqI/s400/IMG_3385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669473967224380610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Summer's lease hath all too short a date."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-    William Shakespeare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_QyWohXlfw/Tq4EdaV83kI/AAAAAAAAGSE/XcX4lAPvX04/s1600/IMG_3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_QyWohXlfw/Tq4EdaV83kI/AAAAAAAAGSE/XcX4lAPvX04/s400/IMG_3386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669473884240141890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A campfire to end the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ix4QyLi02I/Tq4EYe-CWFI/AAAAAAAAGR4/yt4Jh4w03aY/s1600/IMG_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ix4QyLi02I/Tq4EYe-CWFI/AAAAAAAAGR4/yt4Jh4w03aY/s400/IMG_3391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669473799582668882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dustin &amp;amp; baby Maddie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACiv7d7PLNY/Tq4ERCGacfI/AAAAAAAAGRs/1SZ1yqNGe2U/s1600/IMG_3392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACiv7d7PLNY/Tq4ERCGacfI/AAAAAAAAGRs/1SZ1yqNGe2U/s400/IMG_3392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669473671574090226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonya &amp;amp; Barb against the glow of yellow leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBEB9G0WaR8/Tq4EMTVco2I/AAAAAAAAGRg/CSgl6TQJ_4A/s1600/IMG_3393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBEB9G0WaR8/Tq4EMTVco2I/AAAAAAAAGRg/CSgl6TQJ_4A/s400/IMG_3393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669473590301205346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A perfect Fall evening. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUYA2ZDXVtE/Tq4EG7sGMXI/AAAAAAAAGRU/U-KJZffcCc4/s1600/IMG_3394.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cus_AGmnmU/Tq4D9_QwnsI/AAAAAAAAGRI/Ii-Q2vVxZ3Q/s1600/IMG_3397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cus_AGmnmU/Tq4D9_QwnsI/AAAAAAAAGRI/Ii-Q2vVxZ3Q/s400/IMG_3397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669473344394665666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you, friends, for a nice end of summer/beginning of fall boat ride.  It was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbWNOhr1sT8/Tq4D31VGabI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/emg3Oqx6f6Y/s1600/IMG_3398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbWNOhr1sT8/Tq4D31VGabI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/emg3Oqx6f6Y/s400/IMG_3398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669473238649301426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"There shall be eternal  summer in the grateful heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-    Celia Thaxter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-6880381509920595989?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/6880381509920595989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=6880381509920595989&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6880381509920595989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6880381509920595989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/10/final-boat-ride.html' title='Final Boat Ride'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThkYKqSSE_Q/Tq4FbblLhlI/AAAAAAAAGT8/QnFL-ZCIBSI/s72-c/IMG_3366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1307031850084864521</id><published>2011-10-22T18:43:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:03:00.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Old Oak Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NS2w2IYWY00/TqNWmuB5myI/AAAAAAAAGQw/jd2TaztVA0E/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NS2w2IYWY00/TqNWmuB5myI/AAAAAAAAGQw/jd2TaztVA0E/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467979353234210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our old oak tree is in trouble.  We were notified by the city that it has a disease as do many of the oaks in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzyXDHAiaKw/TqNWiB0jHwI/AAAAAAAAGQk/cA3DV6P6M8o/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzyXDHAiaKw/TqNWiB0jHwI/AAAAAAAAGQk/cA3DV6P6M8o/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467898766597890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They said if we took the right measures, it may last another 10 years.  That was five years ago.  We are to keep it thoroughly watered and trim off the dead branches every so often.  We are doing our best to follow their instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLdcn8WqWAY/TqNWXmO9HuI/AAAAAAAAGQY/XbmXj_sG8-Y/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLdcn8WqWAY/TqNWXmO9HuI/AAAAAAAAGQY/XbmXj_sG8-Y/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467719562469090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see the guy up in our tree?  Two weeks ago, we had a friend, Scott, come and clean it up for the third time.  Little by little we are losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"I am the Lorax, I speak for the  trees, for the trees have no tongues."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/big&gt;Dr. Suess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx9snZioMd4/TqNWPtfvkuI/AAAAAAAAGQM/cTrTMsNBwT4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx9snZioMd4/TqNWPtfvkuI/AAAAAAAAGQM/cTrTMsNBwT4/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467584072979170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He scales our tree with spikes on his shoes and ropes tied to his waist.  Mostly, I don't watch because it makes me nervous, but I managed a few photos before hiding in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"This solitary Tree! a living  thing&lt;br /&gt;Produced too slowly ever to decay;&lt;br /&gt;Of form and aspect too  magnificent&lt;br /&gt;To be destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;- William Wordsworth, &lt;a href="http://human.ntu.ac.uk/clare/fulford.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;Yardley  Oak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ckn1m6i705g/TqNWK5SHsZI/AAAAAAAAGQA/59oQn8VAxiU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ckn1m6i705g/TqNWK5SHsZI/AAAAAAAAGQA/59oQn8VAxiU/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467501337719186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Down drop the heavy, dead branches into our yard with a mighty THUD.  Our tree provided shade to the sandbox &amp;amp; swing set when our children were little and now for the daycare kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"Someone's sitting in the shade  today because someone planted a tree a long time ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;- Warren Buffett  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7Nm1130Gk/TqNVyMh9rZI/AAAAAAAAGP0/3TjHPpW1YFE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7Nm1130Gk/TqNVyMh9rZI/AAAAAAAAGP0/3TjHPpW1YFE/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467077007715730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This large oak tree is THE premier tree in our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"People in suburbia see trees  differently than foresters do. They cherish every one. It is useless to speak of  the probability that a certain tree will die when the tree is in someone's  backyard .... You are talking about a personal asset, a friend, a monument, not  about board feet of lumber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;- Roger Swain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljc2ETDEI-Y/TqNVpLeMIzI/AAAAAAAAGPo/BhuW1xVd7tw/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljc2ETDEI-Y/TqNVpLeMIzI/AAAAAAAAGPo/BhuW1xVd7tw/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666466922104628018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"Woodman, spare that tree!&lt;br /&gt;Touch  not a single bough!&lt;br /&gt;In youth it sheltered me,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll protect it  now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;- General George P. Morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish something more could be done to save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaxZaVfNklc/TqNVi3oactI/AAAAAAAAGPc/TeyLXiquHqk/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaxZaVfNklc/TqNVi3oactI/AAAAAAAAGPc/TeyLXiquHqk/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666466813699584722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each time we have it trimmed, the sun gets a little brighter, the sky a little bigger and we realize what a major loss the shade will be, not to mention the beauty of the tree itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRd1vJgdrH0/TqNVc81uVOI/AAAAAAAAGPQ/f7zfr54dntc/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRd1vJgdrH0/TqNVc81uVOI/AAAAAAAAGPQ/f7zfr54dntc/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666466712018375906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot imagine our yard without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kmQCixpMlg/TqNVW1MMijI/AAAAAAAAGPE/YBbPNrKp7qo/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kmQCixpMlg/TqNVW1MMijI/AAAAAAAAGPE/YBbPNrKp7qo/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666466606885931570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"Character is like a tree and  reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the  real thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;- Abraham Lincoln &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Co2AST-rOSg/TqNVQVU-nuI/AAAAAAAAGO4/ai8p4X2yeKY/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Co2AST-rOSg/TqNVQVU-nuI/AAAAAAAAGO4/ai8p4X2yeKY/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666466495253618402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The wonder is that we can see these  trees and not wonder more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will enjoy it as long as we have it.  I'm still in denial that we'll ever truly lose it, because that thought is unthinkable.  I want to tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1307031850084864521?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1307031850084864521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1307031850084864521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1307031850084864521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1307031850084864521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-old-oak-tree.html' title='Our Old Oak Tree'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NS2w2IYWY00/TqNWmuB5myI/AAAAAAAAGQw/jd2TaztVA0E/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1023178195299420186</id><published>2011-10-14T20:01:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:38:47.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmThRtVH-NQ/TppXyMWTyRI/AAAAAAAAGOc/IYpKvWCKjFo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmThRtVH-NQ/TppXyMWTyRI/AAAAAAAAGOc/IYpKvWCKjFo/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663936001191692562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each season has pleasures to offer.  The calendar has turned to October and we are enjoying colorful leaves as well as cooler weather, which makes me want to COOK.  And, that's what I've been doing.  Here are a few meals we've had in September &amp;amp; October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above you see oven baked pork chops/w gravy, mashed potatoes, corn &amp;amp; garden sliced tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5dVDf9HbeU/TpjdWL6VFZI/AAAAAAAAGOE/LFj51c4kj5I/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5dVDf9HbeU/TpjdWL6VFZI/AAAAAAAAGOE/LFj51c4kj5I/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663519904642700690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slow cooker boneless barbeque beef ribs, long grain &amp;amp; wild rice, salad &amp;amp; garden tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsMxTt9JcaQ/TpjdMyCWSwI/AAAAAAAAGN4/71FUrSvpmTw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsMxTt9JcaQ/TpjdMyCWSwI/AAAAAAAAGN4/71FUrSvpmTw/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663519743078189826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carbonara (a Rachael Ray recipe).  Spicy goodness.  A family favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTQLIpjn0ic/TpjdA-BGMlI/AAAAAAAAGNs/Af4DSSwr-9I/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTQLIpjn0ic/TpjdA-BGMlI/AAAAAAAAGNs/Af4DSSwr-9I/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663519540135735890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken enchiladas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y48kVLgJlaw/Tpjc4xJdUDI/AAAAAAAAGNg/QtH-ovTXzs8/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y48kVLgJlaw/Tpjc4xJdUDI/AAAAAAAAGNg/QtH-ovTXzs8/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663519399242190898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...with lots of toppings.  It feels good to fire up the oven again after months of ignoring it because it was too hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_bfZHemGdM/TpjcwHdsbzI/AAAAAAAAGNU/QqK8ZW2p2Jo/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UW8_TjzHU8/TpjcmNyO_NI/AAAAAAAAGNI/o52ak_Z138g/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UW8_TjzHU8/TpjcmNyO_NI/AAAAAAAAGNI/o52ak_Z138g/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663519080511896786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roast chicken (an Ina Garten recipe), mashed potatoes &amp;amp; gravy, garden fresh cooked carrots &amp;amp; sliced tomatoes.  Have you noticed I'm pushing my home grown tomatoes in every meal?  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjUEa3AqbFE/TpjcfCDEugI/AAAAAAAAGM8/iIIsjTxLsyI/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjUEa3AqbFE/TpjcfCDEugI/AAAAAAAAGM8/iIIsjTxLsyI/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663518957102217730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homemade pizza pretty much rocks my world.  Tomatoes on that, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J92AqDn1ci4/TpjbyiGrOVI/AAAAAAAAGMw/Th6H5f4OvxE/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J92AqDn1ci4/TpjbyiGrOVI/AAAAAAAAGMw/Th6H5f4OvxE/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663518192613144914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goulash (ground beef, shell or elbow macaroni pasta, &amp;amp; tomato sauce), salad &amp;amp; carrots.  We received a large bag full of garden carrots from a friend (pushin' those too!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaR8Fjohct0/TpjbsrgguEI/AAAAAAAAGMk/1gagXv_iIl4/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaR8Fjohct0/TpjbsrgguEI/AAAAAAAAGMk/1gagXv_iIl4/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663518092058212418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, for dessert:  Ashley loves to make No Bake Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies.  Sweet girl.  A pot of hot herbal tea is the perfect accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-salREczdxeI/Tpjbm1sjZUI/AAAAAAAAGMY/yUH7FV55vFs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-salREczdxeI/Tpjbm1sjZUI/AAAAAAAAGMY/yUH7FV55vFs/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663517991713858882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.  Welcome to Fall.  Hello comfort food.  I've missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1023178195299420186?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1023178195299420186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1023178195299420186&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1023178195299420186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1023178195299420186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-comfort-food.html' title='Fall Comfort Food'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmThRtVH-NQ/TppXyMWTyRI/AAAAAAAAGOc/IYpKvWCKjFo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5154171772587937101</id><published>2011-10-09T18:48:00.033-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:32:42.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I quit, but the flowers won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--k3LOBqXMdc/TpI5naB6urI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/ZV8I93DsBe8/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--k3LOBqXMdc/TpI5naB6urI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/ZV8I93DsBe8/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661651030723181234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Normally, this would be my mantra:  bloom.  However, it's October now.  I'm a Minnesota girl, I enjoy the four seasons.  It's Fall and I'm tired of outside chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YsTCjMltzV0/TpI5enavT7I/AAAAAAAAGMI/kVIlU561-SU/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YsTCjMltzV0/TpI5enavT7I/AAAAAAAAGMI/kVIlU561-SU/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661650879698128818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact, we've already had our first hard freeze of the year.  After that, my mind shuts off to outside chores: watering, dead-heading, weed pulling (forget about it!).  I figured I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqlJW9fEWzU/TpI5ZsnRIPI/AAAAAAAAGMA/XFy57qGlMWw/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqlJW9fEWzU/TpI5ZsnRIPI/AAAAAAAAGMA/XFy57qGlMWw/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661650795193508082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things continue to bloom. One tiny brachycome blooms boldly in the pot on my front steps.  Just one, bless its heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYkqAx_iTSs/TpI5R8ERLXI/AAAAAAAAGL4/HLUYbkzcCk4/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYkqAx_iTSs/TpI5R8ERLXI/AAAAAAAAGL4/HLUYbkzcCk4/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661650661902724466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One longsuffering dahlia shows its true colors in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YN67AjwYPSo/TpI5HX0VydI/AAAAAAAAGLw/_R-ZhIPNVnY/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YN67AjwYPSo/TpI5HX0VydI/AAAAAAAAGLw/_R-ZhIPNVnY/s400/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661650480373549522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bucket of lobelia (that I removed from my front step and stuck elsewhere) is making a comeback.  You left during the heat of summer, I'm not sure I want you back now, fair-weather friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyJr7ijEv2o/TpI5BUzImSI/AAAAAAAAGLo/iH5d68Z71CE/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyJr7ijEv2o/TpI5BUzImSI/AAAAAAAAGLo/iH5d68Z71CE/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661650376483969314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so surprised to see a brand new cosmo ready to bloom.  Just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5RSF5L1lgA/TpI42lOmjqI/AAAAAAAAGLg/9EWHwuSmeEw/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5RSF5L1lgA/TpI42lOmjqI/AAAAAAAAGLg/9EWHwuSmeEw/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661650191915585186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of my pots look like this.  It's time to dump them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1741Qt_qHSY/TpI4thtzIGI/AAAAAAAAGLY/EsDa_MxNnPI/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1741Qt_qHSY/TpI4thtzIGI/AAAAAAAAGLY/EsDa_MxNnPI/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661650036353867874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But a few blooms remain.  We've had such a lovely Fall and I'm not complaining.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9uvcpic-NE/TpI4oCSJaXI/AAAAAAAAGLQ/pfrecMwK3wY/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9uvcpic-NE/TpI4oCSJaXI/AAAAAAAAGLQ/pfrecMwK3wY/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661649942017042802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two pots of mini roses are thriving as well as the whiskey barrel full of red geraniums.  Geraniums love to be dry, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0aK1xbI01I/TpI4i9eHuoI/AAAAAAAAGLI/VI-cX_8qUOM/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0aK1xbI01I/TpI4i9eHuoI/AAAAAAAAGLI/VI-cX_8qUOM/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661649854825740930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, then there are nasturtiums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqj6wNVQeeA/TpI4bJw9yLI/AAAAAAAAGLA/ehBHUC0Nq6w/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqj6wNVQeeA/TpI4bJw9yLI/AAAAAAAAGLA/ehBHUC0Nq6w/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661649720687052978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They might be the perfect garden plant.  While most things are brown &amp;amp; crispy, my nasturtiums are green &amp;amp; thriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpWJqVBZzi0/TpI4TK8gt6I/AAAAAAAAGK4/bxEj7P-dX7A/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpWJqVBZzi0/TpI4TK8gt6I/AAAAAAAAGK4/bxEj7P-dX7A/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661649583564961698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They take a licking and keep on ticking.  They are the Energizer Bunny of the flower world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUkPoeNTP-U/TpI3oMB5xGI/AAAAAAAAGKg/1-1UTFpD9to/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUkPoeNTP-U/TpI3oMB5xGI/AAAAAAAAGKg/1-1UTFpD9to/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661648845121635426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, gonna keep planting good ol' nasturtiums every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the warm weather, but all.done.watering.  I just can't do it anymore.  There are pots of chili to make and books to read and homework to make kids do.  There are leaves to admire and a basement to put back together, and well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has closed out summer and embraced Autumn.  Goodbye until spring, dear flowers.  Unless it rains and they keep blooming.  Which would be fine with me.  Just don't make me water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5154171772587937101?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5154171772587937101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5154171772587937101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5154171772587937101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5154171772587937101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-quit-but-flowers-wont.html' title='I quit, but the flowers won&apos;t'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--k3LOBqXMdc/TpI5naB6urI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/ZV8I93DsBe8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-6770735756600240244</id><published>2011-10-02T21:51:00.032-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:09:09.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston... we've got a carpet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geN-hGP504s/ToklTbE2SQI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/D5b6IiqKLMM/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geN-hGP504s/ToklTbE2SQI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/D5b6IiqKLMM/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659095422383573250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listen, my children, and you shall hear&lt;br /&gt;Of the choosing of a carpet&lt;br /&gt;That took a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz4oUv8HX9Q/ToklNhwUnhI/AAAAAAAAGKI/pkqgECzheC0/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz4oUv8HX9Q/ToklNhwUnhI/AAAAAAAAGKI/pkqgECzheC0/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659095321097313810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm happy to report we finally chose a carpet for our basement. I mean, we have a very important basement and we needed a carpet worthy of it.  One that would fit all the criteria (don't fret, I'm sure your basement is just as important as ours).      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMKtdqAKHfI/ToklEHqdCpI/AAAAAAAAGKA/LPx7pepTmqI/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMKtdqAKHfI/ToklEHqdCpI/AAAAAAAAGKA/LPx7pepTmqI/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659095159474555538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had to be durable.  It will be stepped on, sat on, perhaps slept on, spilled on (better not be!) by many many teens in the next (too many to count) several years.  I'm sure you've been on the edge of your seat waiting for this monumental decision.  No?  Oh.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mals_na97lc/Tokk0-ki9eI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/LseW2YyYgDc/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mals_na97lc/Tokk0-ki9eI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/LseW2YyYgDc/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094899335820770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had to be comfortable, able to hide lint and dirt.  Do I seem like the sort of person that wants to vacuum every day down there?  I didn't think so.  I promise to vacuum as often as needed.  We were told to go with 100% nylon carpet as it is the easiest to clean.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqVeSSEPp60/TokknZVjNoI/AAAAAAAAGJw/VvRdqWPJJEE/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqVeSSEPp60/TokknZVjNoI/AAAAAAAAGJw/VvRdqWPJJEE/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094666002511490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, we went a little wild and chose a stripe.  It has texture and feels nice under bare feet, yet should withstand all the traffic it's likely to receive, much like a commercial carpet.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can blame the stripe on Larry.  That is, Larry of Larry's Carpet &amp;amp; Ceramic Tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As he was showing me various carpets, he said, "I'm not sure what kind of statement you want to make, but my wife and I really like this striped one."  Oh, I want to make a statement alright.  I'm All About the Statement.  Larry is obviously well aware of the power of suggestion that I learned while working (at age 16) at McDonalds (would you like fries or an *icy cold coke* with that?).      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvoPDAfXK8Y/TokkXyEKq6I/AAAAAAAAGJg/d0KYdkHcjLo/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvoPDAfXK8Y/TokkXyEKq6I/AAAAAAAAGJg/d0KYdkHcjLo/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094397762579362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end, Larry's suggestion was spot on and I recommend you see him for all your carpeting needs.  I can tell you one thing:  our dog seems to like it.  Dogs &amp;amp; children can sense everything, including good carpet choices.  Just trust me.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUx0COrst2A/TokkG0CVodI/AAAAAAAAGJY/sV2MqsRn9VI/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUx0COrst2A/TokkG0CVodI/AAAAAAAAGJY/sV2MqsRn9VI/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094106234003922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks so different with various lighting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDK83YQIeaE/TokkBRKIicI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/YJdReXd9sa8/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDK83YQIeaE/TokkBRKIicI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/YJdReXd9sa8/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094010972113346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick is currently painting the baseboards white, which I hope will tie the carpet to the wall color in a more dramatic way.  Is "dramatic" a good term to describe a boring old basement?  Probably not.  Still, one can hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBfnXOUDyS0/Tokj42IXWaI/AAAAAAAAGJI/HqAbZvW32js/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBfnXOUDyS0/Tokj42IXWaI/AAAAAAAAGJI/HqAbZvW32js/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659093866277984674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan &amp;amp; Derrick quickly made a hockey puck (bunched up tissues &amp;amp; duct tape).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAunkFLWuIg/Tokjt_31ukI/AAAAAAAAGJA/L7nskYhePl8/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAunkFLWuIg/Tokjt_31ukI/AAAAAAAAGJA/L7nskYhePl8/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659093679914465858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all, Derrick is Canadian and felt the need to initiate our new carpet with a game of floor hockey right off the bat.  I don't understand this so took a couple photos and left the scene.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIOzstSdcY4/Tokjl8mj2II/AAAAAAAAGI4/AhEq0h6bMhA/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIOzstSdcY4/Tokjl8mj2II/AAAAAAAAGI4/AhEq0h6bMhA/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659093541597730946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see what I mean about the (absent) baseboards having the potential to add A LOT.  They are nice wide baseboards, staying in sync with the rest of the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2ktiBvUkxM/TokjhnggfdI/AAAAAAAAGIw/u6OOAp954Vc/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2ktiBvUkxM/TokjhnggfdI/AAAAAAAAGIw/u6OOAp954Vc/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659093467215723986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a change from the cold cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIZXvIAa0E/TokjcrO_ufI/AAAAAAAAGIo/Z71Uugszb00/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIZXvIAa0E/TokjcrO_ufI/AAAAAAAAGIo/Z71Uugszb00/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659093382316669426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Derrick must add some tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston, we've got a carpet.  We are warm.  We have more usable space.  And, we are happy.  Until the first person spills....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... choosing furniture.  Expect that post a long long time from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-6770735756600240244?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/6770735756600240244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=6770735756600240244&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6770735756600240244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6770735756600240244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/10/houston-weve-got-carpet.html' title='Houston... we&apos;ve got a carpet!'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geN-hGP504s/ToklTbE2SQI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/D5b6IiqKLMM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-8015991670275965660</id><published>2011-09-29T19:25:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:25:17.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A September Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOLEBcWlQxs/ToUQFDznH6I/AAAAAAAAGIY/WDbCGO6uRU4/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOLEBcWlQxs/ToUQFDznH6I/AAAAAAAAGIY/WDbCGO6uRU4/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657946185968066466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are in the final days of September and the leaves are just starting to change.  Our apple tree is dotted with green &amp;amp; yellow, the colors of citrus.  So pretty, so fresh.  Inspiring, even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edprIsDo9zM/ToUP9E5g2oI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/zyV4CttdXrk/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edprIsDo9zM/ToUP9E5g2oI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/zyV4CttdXrk/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657946048822303362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in  bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-   C. S.  Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4PnvxAtiBg/ToUPTu0vrJI/AAAAAAAAGII/vi_9oKW71ic/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4PnvxAtiBg/ToUPTu0vrJI/AAAAAAAAGII/vi_9oKW71ic/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657945338522086546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This afternoon my daycare kids and I discovered a large nest across the street in a neighbor's tree.  I wonder who resides there?  Is it a squirrel's nest?  A bird's?  It is really big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBqM_KNQKmI/ToUO4dysBzI/AAAAAAAAGIA/WA29UMssriQ/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBqM_KNQKmI/ToUO4dysBzI/AAAAAAAAGIA/WA29UMssriQ/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657944870093588274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.  ~Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DG7xUAHk_sU/ToUOyM9BBqI/AAAAAAAAGH4/rbDFaDqj9rg/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DG7xUAHk_sU/ToUOyM9BBqI/AAAAAAAAGH4/rbDFaDqj9rg/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657944762494289570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's true, I'm in awe of the glorious colors of Fall.  Every leaf IS a flower.  Just as pretty.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IbCJrjpOfG4/ToUOn8vrLhI/AAAAAAAAGHw/J9_4e6cvy5Y/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IbCJrjpOfG4/ToUOn8vrLhI/AAAAAAAAGHw/J9_4e6cvy5Y/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657944586344672786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of flowers, my two pots of mini roses are still a'bloomin' like crazy.  I'm tempted to take them inside for the winter, but worried about bringing bugs in and spreading them to my houseplants.  I worry like that.  Advice is welcome here...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GXJVOwz0Ww/ToUOflF5nsI/AAAAAAAAGHo/fVLrIpHgF2Y/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GXJVOwz0Ww/ToUOflF5nsI/AAAAAAAAGHo/fVLrIpHgF2Y/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657944442556489410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yellow mini rose bush.  The tips are turning orange as we enter Autumn.  How does it know to do that?  A fun surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iv-b1PK90Ks/ToUNpFjDRQI/AAAAAAAAGHg/k9h9evLv2d4/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iv-b1PK90Ks/ToUNpFjDRQI/AAAAAAAAGHg/k9h9evLv2d4/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657943506375886082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Just before the death of  flowers,&lt;br /&gt;And before they are buried in snow,&lt;br /&gt;There comes a festival  season&lt;br /&gt;When nature is all aglow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-   Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxQeIKeKgDk/ToUNhAQ7P1I/AAAAAAAAGHY/G8Md9akRiEI/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxQeIKeKgDk/ToUNhAQ7P1I/AAAAAAAAGHY/G8Md9akRiEI/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657943367518732114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It rained this evening, right after my daycare day ended, then the sun came out and the world was aglow again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6PBBw7m0Qg/ToUNZxXv3bI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/2nT_Nvmg4JQ/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6PBBw7m0Qg/ToUNZxXv3bI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/2nT_Nvmg4JQ/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657943243261730226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stepped outside to try and capture the sun lighting up the warm colors of Autumn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DenClHylukE/ToUNS1RhLAI/AAAAAAAAGHI/OiTxGHdM4Hg/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DenClHylukE/ToUNS1RhLAI/AAAAAAAAGHI/OiTxGHdM4Hg/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657943124050258946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"October's poplars are  flaming torches lighting the way to winter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;-   Nova Bair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoxXA57cYt8/ToUNL5p2n8I/AAAAAAAAGHA/pq14_rz_szA/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoxXA57cYt8/ToUNL5p2n8I/AAAAAAAAGHA/pq14_rz_szA/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657943004966985666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"Come said the wind to&lt;br /&gt;the leaves one  day,&lt;br /&gt;Come o're the meadows&lt;br /&gt;and we will play.&lt;br /&gt;Put on your dresses &lt;br /&gt;scarlet and gold,&lt;br /&gt;For summer is gone&lt;br /&gt;and the days grow cold." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;-  A Children's Song of the 1880's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6sHGVUYUnI/ToUM9zPxGoI/AAAAAAAAGG4/MtnzX0fnvjw/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6sHGVUYUnI/ToUM9zPxGoI/AAAAAAAAGG4/MtnzX0fnvjw/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657942762728790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The splendor of Fall is just beginning.  So far... it is spectacular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-8015991670275965660?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/8015991670275965660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=8015991670275965660&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/8015991670275965660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/8015991670275965660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-day.html' title='A September Day'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOLEBcWlQxs/ToUQFDznH6I/AAAAAAAAGIY/WDbCGO6uRU4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1624889768349195209</id><published>2011-09-22T23:12:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:12:23.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Hours of Daycare (make that 9.5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Ha6F0eLaQ/TnwHrasNrRI/AAAAAAAAGGs/HFcw9b_IYgY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Twelve Hours of Daycare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Ha6F0eLaQ/TnwHrasNrRI/AAAAAAAAGGs/HFcw9b_IYgY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;(sing to the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve legos stepped on&lt;br /&gt;Eleven questions answered&lt;br /&gt;Ten plates preparing&lt;br /&gt;Nine children talking&lt;br /&gt;Eight cups refilling&lt;br /&gt;Seven phone calls ringing&lt;br /&gt;Six diapers smelling&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MINUTES ALONE.... (please?)&lt;br /&gt;Four time-outs&lt;br /&gt;Three funny kids&lt;br /&gt;Two belly laughs&lt;br /&gt;And one VeRY TIRed Gal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMPJrl2OJ3s/TnwHPEx7SaI/AAAAAAAAGGk/Bd2v9eWGK-M/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMPJrl2OJ3s/TnwHPEx7SaI/AAAAAAAAGGk/Bd2v9eWGK-M/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655403187633080738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a daycare day you will find me searching for a quiet spot.  I have nothing left to give.  Please don't call me on the phone as I do not want to have a conversation with you.  I like you, but I am All.Talked.Out.  The little people have talked to me All.Day.Long.  They have worn me down and they have won.  My white flag is waving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do call, I promise to be nice (I'm from Minnesota).  But, don't.  Thanks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is chaotic in every home, I'm sure, as families adjust to the new Fall schedule.  I got an extra dose of crazy today (Thurs).  It's the combination of several new children joining our daycare and two of them are under age two.  Two words come to mind: adorable and exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may or may not have been an accidental 'number 2' in a very cool pair of Cars underwear (no luxury of a Pull-Up) incident, but I'm not telling.  Not the 2 yr. olds, by the way (obviously), an older child.  Such fun we have.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to rest &amp;amp; recover this weekend.  The weather is supposed to be scrumptious.  I might talk to you tomorrow, just don't call me today.  I'm spent.  They chewed me up and spit me out.  And, they went home happy, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I really do like you.  And, we do have fun.  I just can't talk or move right now.  Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1624889768349195209?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1624889768349195209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1624889768349195209&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1624889768349195209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1624889768349195209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/09/twelve-hours-of-daycare-make-that-9-12.html' title='Twelve Hours of Daycare (make that 9.5)'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMPJrl2OJ3s/TnwHPEx7SaI/AAAAAAAAGGk/Bd2v9eWGK-M/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5975150554564500899</id><published>2011-09-14T19:15:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:43:15.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmEdijyA5H4/TnFEDrcTMwI/AAAAAAAAGGc/EdmC_k5uLhM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmEdijyA5H4/TnFEDrcTMwI/AAAAAAAAGGc/EdmC_k5uLhM/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652373837318402818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Glory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True blue joy&lt;br /&gt;My September gift&lt;br /&gt;Star of morn&lt;br /&gt;Worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;Clustered on the tangled vine&lt;br /&gt;Waving at the world&lt;br /&gt;             ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rachelle Houle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLHuOn_WjCo/TnFD_qE41PI/AAAAAAAAGGU/R-0SuWXbdZY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLHuOn_WjCo/TnFD_qE41PI/AAAAAAAAGGU/R-0SuWXbdZY/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652373768232293618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been inspired by the poetry of Rozanna Landavazo and decided to give it a whirl.  It's September, after all, the time to learn new things.  It doesn't matter if you have a gift of poetry or not, anyone can experiment and the process is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadorma poetry (originating in Spain) is a 6 line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables in each line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ah3gA9HjtqA/TnFD621nisI/AAAAAAAAGGM/IrdUbzPDN0Y/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bX1AhaQdFnQ/TnFD16EEtJI/AAAAAAAAGGE/LXXPvZtk7n4/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bX1AhaQdFnQ/TnFD16EEtJI/AAAAAAAAGGE/LXXPvZtk7n4/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652373600725152914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pain&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZiKoqsN6Ec/TnFDwtY6D9I/AAAAAAAAGF8/-hMCs9jTPvs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;ting class might be next,  pottery making, dance classes, definitely yoga...   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid life crisis you're thinking?  Probably.  And, embracing it.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5975150554564500899?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5975150554564500899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5975150554564500899&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5975150554564500899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5975150554564500899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/09/poetic-morning-glories.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmEdijyA5H4/TnFEDrcTMwI/AAAAAAAAGGc/EdmC_k5uLhM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-3624578053658880859</id><published>2011-09-05T21:12:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:47:26.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September Winds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-483vDynRB0w/TmWGc6CD5TI/AAAAAAAAGFs/MS0PkrRO5Cg/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-483vDynRB0w/TmWGc6CD5TI/AAAAAAAAGFs/MS0PkrRO5Cg/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649069138778514738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a loud thunderstorm w/heavy rains on the last night of August and lo and behold when I woke up, the first two Morning Glories of the season made their appearance on September 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4dEnw7vdsU/TmWGWjeKIII/AAAAAAAAGFk/fwggNCWxclk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4dEnw7vdsU/TmWGWjeKIII/AAAAAAAAGFk/fwggNCWxclk/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649069029643133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a nice surprise!   I've waited all summer.  Such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; blue.  A true blue.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfz0VbL2muk/TmWGQUTRK6I/AAAAAAAAGFc/ygEUjl8NLLM/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfz0VbL2muk/TmWGQUTRK6I/AAAAAAAAGFc/ygEUjl8NLLM/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649068922491710370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's September and change is in the air.  School is about to start and we all have mixed feelings about that.  Notebooks, pencils, jeans and gym shoes have been purchased.  I think my kids are set.  I think I am set, too.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAanbqIrGpg/TmWGH0Nlx9I/AAAAAAAAGFU/3hwKC6u0R_k/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAanbqIrGpg/TmWGH0Nlx9I/AAAAAAAAGFU/3hwKC6u0R_k/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649068776439007186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like the morning glory buds still curled up, a new school year will slowly unfurl.  There will be five brand new kindergarteners attending various schools this Fall.  Yes, that means saying goodbye to families and 5 children I am used to seeing on a weekly basis.  Change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhWNxcasMCg/TmWF8A6WE6I/AAAAAAAAGFM/CXJQpp1hiwI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhWNxcasMCg/TmWF8A6WE6I/AAAAAAAAGFM/CXJQpp1hiwI/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649068573689516962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I receive a bouquet of flowers and a little poem on a note card.  And, I melt a little.  I wilt. My bottom lip may have stuck out and a tear may have formed in the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf8prRSRRqI/TmWFvMmFySI/AAAAAAAAGE4/l_eMo1RiATM/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf8prRSRRqI/TmWFvMmFySI/AAAAAAAAGE4/l_eMo1RiATM/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649068353487489314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several of my precious daycare children are ready to go.  They've grown into kindergarteners.  They will blossom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yluBtyShgn0/TmWFoI3p61I/AAAAAAAAGEw/zRofxWvUGmY/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yluBtyShgn0/TmWFoI3p61I/AAAAAAAAGEw/zRofxWvUGmY/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649068232228334418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They will bloom.  Who gave them permission to grow up so quickly?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liJYPOdJ3ew/TmWFgpDljnI/AAAAAAAAGEo/5z5PtZmFeUg/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liJYPOdJ3ew/TmWFgpDljnI/AAAAAAAAGEo/5z5PtZmFeUg/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649068103429361266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will interview new families and new children will attend our childcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqOeu6SmdmE/TmWFWFabDLI/AAAAAAAAGEg/YfIMYpWN0n0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqOeu6SmdmE/TmWFWFabDLI/AAAAAAAAGEg/YfIMYpWN0n0/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649067922062773426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The former children will always hold a special spot in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEM6W4yuUyY/TmWFIkZtClI/AAAAAAAAGEY/6vQimMSRCsU/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEM6W4yuUyY/TmWFIkZtClI/AAAAAAAAGEY/6vQimMSRCsU/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649067689863088722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The September winds have blown in some very blue morning glories.  At the same time, they have blown the calendar pages too quickly and now I must hand over my sweet daycare kids to school.  To a new teacher, new experiences, new peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz-GoETAav0/TmWFB1fswVI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/EKy73TLbE3s/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz-GoETAav0/TmWFB1fswVI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/EKy73TLbE3s/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649067574192554322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley even received a rose for the role she played in one little girl's life.  Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAa2OgyhLCs/TmWE0d1hMyI/AAAAAAAAGEI/PpUkP82W1Kg/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAa2OgyhLCs/TmWE0d1hMyI/AAAAAAAAGEI/PpUkP82W1Kg/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649067344503321378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;September winds... change is in the air.  We will adjust and it will be good.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMjAN9dCpng/TmWEhL0WdsI/AAAAAAAAGEA/LQhCmMONoIc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJVoUXHeOzs/TmWEV8K9SlI/AAAAAAAAGD4/0tHo2Y3dZ9o/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-3624578053658880859?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/3624578053658880859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=3624578053658880859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3624578053658880859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3624578053658880859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-winds.html' title='September Winds'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-483vDynRB0w/TmWGc6CD5TI/AAAAAAAAGFs/MS0PkrRO5Cg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-3524465541828906457</id><published>2011-08-31T21:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:16:20.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blossom End Rot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yid55mj4sVk/Tl7uInB6c_I/AAAAAAAAGCI/l0cy1e0M3Os/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yid55mj4sVk/Tl7uInB6c_I/AAAAAAAAGCI/l0cy1e0M3Os/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647212814452552690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My world has been turned upside down.  My gardening world, that is.  A few of our tomato plants have something called Blossom End Rot.  I love my tomatoes and cannot believe this is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJ-zOwxF8ik/Tl7uDlqzF-I/AAAAAAAAGCA/8iFhQfUV2b8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJ-zOwxF8ik/Tl7uDlqzF-I/AAAAAAAAGCA/8iFhQfUV2b8/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647212728187820002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In all my years of gardening, I haven't dealt with this culprit.  I'm googling and learning about the causes and treatment.  In the meantime... I'm seething, I'm flabbergasted, I'm frustrated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Z7O3DGBYFg/Tl7t82pKEJI/AAAAAAAAGB4/flSmgVqc9vs/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Z7O3DGBYFg/Tl7t82pKEJI/AAAAAAAAGB4/flSmgVqc9vs/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647212612485255314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean this is just... wrong.  Good tomatoes gone bad.  Sorry about the disgusting photo.  They are rotting right on the vines, even while still green.  Ugh!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kx0zBGj07Dc/Tl7t1mhQsOI/AAAAAAAAGBw/5GNMWpcmuGk/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kx0zBGj07Dc/Tl7t1mhQsOI/AAAAAAAAGBw/5GNMWpcmuGk/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647212487898083554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see one getting ripe and reach around to grab it, only to feel a gooey bottom.  Ewww.  I've tried cutting off the bottom part, but it's dark all the way up the center and I just end up throwing the whole thing away.  What a waste!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-0DKewhY3A/Tl7tjxEL3eI/AAAAAAAAGBo/1p2e2hs9NnI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-0DKewhY3A/Tl7tjxEL3eI/AAAAAAAAGBo/1p2e2hs9NnI/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647212181491277282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good news is... it does not spread from plant to plant.  Some of our plants have been infected while others seem okay.  It won't be a bumper crop of tomatoes this year, but I hope to harvest a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your tomatoes be healthy ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-3524465541828906457?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/3524465541828906457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=3524465541828906457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3524465541828906457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3524465541828906457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/08/blossom-end-rot.html' title='Blossom End Rot'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yid55mj4sVk/Tl7uInB6c_I/AAAAAAAAGCI/l0cy1e0M3Os/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-7676853364969866954</id><published>2011-08-26T10:18:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:40:22.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNsGCVhqFX0/Tle8NcDDUlI/AAAAAAAAGBY/G5MY0r6EuE8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNsGCVhqFX0/Tle8NcDDUlI/AAAAAAAAGBY/G5MY0r6EuE8/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645187596985520722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer is winding down.  Can you feel it in the evening air?  I ate a big juicy burger for supper this week.  It was an entire meal on a bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_-HPYGN5Cs/Tle8IQTbQeI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/uus_hj86rME/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_-HPYGN5Cs/Tle8IQTbQeI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/uus_hj86rME/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645187507933626850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only side dish was fresh cucumbers from our garden (in a tangy sauce).  Since we're in the last days of summer, it felt right to have a burger meal w/all the fixin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyWGonxebWQ/Tle8DsZHc7I/AAAAAAAAGBI/XB7sydYC-rs/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyWGonxebWQ/Tle8DsZHc7I/AAAAAAAAGBI/XB7sydYC-rs/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645187429574341554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the privilege of digging through a few boxes at a friend's house and came home with two new glasses.  I love the bright yellow flowers and will search for more to add to the cupboard.  The hunt is part of the fun.  They're so cheerful looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5Owi8mCtM4/Tle73XD0sCI/AAAAAAAAGBA/sdJEFUB3PMw/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5Owi8mCtM4/Tle73XD0sCI/AAAAAAAAGBA/sdJEFUB3PMw/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645187217689456674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know Fall is right around the corner because last night my husband hosted his annual Football Draft Extravaganza.  He served hot wings &amp;amp; drummies &amp;amp; pizza from Keith's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MJBi1GzT2E/Tle7yVMxiWI/AAAAAAAAGA4/-04Vi9cBiK8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MJBi1GzT2E/Tle7yVMxiWI/AAAAAAAAGA4/-04Vi9cBiK8/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645187131290782050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...with chips &amp;amp; pop on the side.  Men don't bother finding a cute bowl to put the chips in, I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FDE8S8UiEWM/Tle7t7J-BTI/AAAAAAAAGAw/9WYSSCFjrVg/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FDE8S8UiEWM/Tle7t7J-BTI/AAAAAAAAGAw/9WYSSCFjrVg/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645187055580218674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a very complicated/serious event to choose your players for the coming season.  I tend to hide during this event.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gk0IQrySNx8/Tle7M8C4PXI/AAAAAAAAGAo/kFR76wwvqd0/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gk0IQrySNx8/Tle7M8C4PXI/AAAAAAAAGAo/kFR76wwvqd0/s400/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645186488883232114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter and I decided to hunker down in my bedroom, each sitting up against a pillow leaning on the headboard reading our books.  Now, that sure was a nice way to spend an evening, reading side by side with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txr7e_oLg9k/Tle6-f1tl1I/AAAAAAAAGAg/wpA5W8-Jv2g/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txr7e_oLg9k/Tle6-f1tl1I/AAAAAAAAGAg/wpA5W8-Jv2g/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645186240793646930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is currently reading Lord of the Flies by William Golding (and before that To Kill a Mockingbird).  She has several books she must finish before school starts for an English class she is taking this Fall.  She enjoyed To Kill a Mockingbird, but so far she's not loving Lord of the Flies and would rather be reading something else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuPbfcpLxio/Tle65QQvbXI/AAAAAAAAGAY/7lkSzEidu9I/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuPbfcpLxio/Tle65QQvbXI/AAAAAAAAGAY/7lkSzEidu9I/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645186150712700274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have just started reading The Help by Kathryn Stockett and am loving it!  I've been plowing through several books this summer and I have a feeling this one just might top them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of books I've finished this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The River of Doubt by Candice Millard &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. Little Bee by Chris Cleave &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. Room by Emma Donoghue &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4. Blue Shoe by Anne Lamott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last tidbit: today we celebrate our 22nd wedding anniversary.  My how the years fly by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are enjoying the last days of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-7676853364969866954?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/7676853364969866954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=7676853364969866954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/7676853364969866954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/7676853364969866954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-tidbits.html' title='Summer Tidbits'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNsGCVhqFX0/Tle8NcDDUlI/AAAAAAAAGBY/G5MY0r6EuE8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-956027375240899484</id><published>2011-08-16T22:45:00.031-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:01:51.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Bloomin' on Bixby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWpsVy1y8B0/Tks9IIWDl6I/AAAAAAAAGAQ/SKgPBDpE-IE/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWpsVy1y8B0/Tks9IIWDl6I/AAAAAAAAGAQ/SKgPBDpE-IE/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641670168099919778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clematis!  I'm so excited that my jackmanii clematis has come up at least 3 years in a row.  I've tried starting them before to no avail.  Maybe it stuck this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNqZ3mzkbQ/Tks8_42Y3kI/AAAAAAAAGAI/G0x3-gxHyXs/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNqZ3mzkbQ/Tks8_42Y3kI/AAAAAAAAGAI/G0x3-gxHyXs/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641670026501611074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a beautiful vining perennial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5HWw4bV7zs/Tks8vzrsh8I/AAAAAAAAGAA/MRp3-YSk1jA/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5HWw4bV7zs/Tks8vzrsh8I/AAAAAAAAGAA/MRp3-YSk1jA/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641669750236678082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our raised veggie gardens have gone nuts.  So far, we are getting 2-4 nice smallish cucumbers each day.  We peel &amp;amp; slice them up (lengthwise), add a sprinkle of salt and they disappear within seconds.  We haven't seen a red tomato yet, but there are lots of green ones.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDfr9_RlF34/Tks8mLV0oaI/AAAAAAAAF_4/piSsEoBvbGs/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDfr9_RlF34/Tks8mLV0oaI/AAAAAAAAF_4/piSsEoBvbGs/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641669584788693410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Indian Summer" black eyed susans.  They are distinctive because of the ginormous (yes, a made up word) flower heads, unlike the regular black eyed susans.  Very showy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZHXqbB_4jM/Tks8dfg1sXI/AAAAAAAAF_w/DLBa6563uss/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZHXqbB_4jM/Tks8dfg1sXI/AAAAAAAAF_w/DLBa6563uss/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641669435584786802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Purple cone flowers (echinacea) are blooming to beat the band at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5gr4hKQjvo/Tks8T32-63I/AAAAAAAAF_o/C0IhGadVoj4/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5gr4hKQjvo/Tks8T32-63I/AAAAAAAAF_o/C0IhGadVoj4/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641669270321425266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bzzzz.  The bees love 'em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNkOtGRJs4E/Tks8LcsflnI/AAAAAAAAF_g/-ZpSLCT_b7U/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNkOtGRJs4E/Tks8LcsflnI/AAAAAAAAF_g/-ZpSLCT_b7U/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641669125590718066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phlox is blooming and you see yellow heliopsis in the background (otherwise known as false sunflower). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppjIWbgPttg/Tks8CwDGMLI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/7sE-Qp8jvCg/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppjIWbgPttg/Tks8CwDGMLI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/7sE-Qp8jvCg/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641668976166973618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along our garage.  That's nasturtium in the window boxes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBYcVuPFy5I/Tks75vOzXMI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/y0o98f-3vf4/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBYcVuPFy5I/Tks75vOzXMI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/y0o98f-3vf4/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641668821328813250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Indian Summer black eyed susans in a pot on the patio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdFZk4ig05U/Tks7yCaCDdI/AAAAAAAAF_I/JtOGjvddaJI/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdFZk4ig05U/Tks7yCaCDdI/AAAAAAAAF_I/JtOGjvddaJI/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641668689037233618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The patio pots are bushy &amp;amp; healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQW6HxKXc3U/Tks7n00eT0I/AAAAAAAAF_A/WH55mtYqxWw/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQW6HxKXc3U/Tks7n00eT0I/AAAAAAAAF_A/WH55mtYqxWw/s400/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641668513591349058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wonderful place to sit and read a book after a busy daycare day.  Or, to light a fire and relax with family &amp;amp; friends.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBDwg6xeX6I/Tks7eF76L9I/AAAAAAAAF-4/ee1Yjtkz08M/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBDwg6xeX6I/Tks7eF76L9I/AAAAAAAAF-4/ee1Yjtkz08M/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641668346387247058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasturtiums in the window box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI-56Q-7bCU/Tks7XjCxi7I/AAAAAAAAF-w/DsbnVfkMlsA/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI-56Q-7bCU/Tks7XjCxi7I/AAAAAAAAF-w/DsbnVfkMlsA/s400/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641668233941584818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VWJhbHOF8A/Tks7PJDyHSI/AAAAAAAAF-o/BnPExpzRcO4/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VWJhbHOF8A/Tks7PJDyHSI/AAAAAAAAF-o/BnPExpzRcO4/s400/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641668089527541026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;"As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that  much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted." ~Robert Brault,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: " href="http://www.robertbrault.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#096109;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;www.robertbrault.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmIhyfHyGKE/Tks7EmW8UrI/AAAAAAAAF-g/F1gXNXuLS-c/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmIhyfHyGKE/Tks7EmW8UrI/AAAAAAAAF-g/F1gXNXuLS-c/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641667908413969074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides the purple clematis, gigantic black eyed susans are the highlight of my flowers right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-li4erbJnc4s/Tks66gMul1I/AAAAAAAAF-Y/h5SdnWvQL70/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-li4erbJnc4s/Tks66gMul1I/AAAAAAAAF-Y/h5SdnWvQL70/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641667734961821522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So tall &amp;amp; stately with a strikingly huge flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn1JwS7BfVs/Tks6y5FduSI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/WX9lasSmILs/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn1JwS7BfVs/Tks6y5FduSI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/WX9lasSmILs/s400/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641667604203288866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pot of browallia has exceeded my expectations.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbKmQo6xyLM/Tks6oVZFS0I/AAAAAAAAF-I/sCnpYj4_RT8/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbKmQo6xyLM/Tks6oVZFS0I/AAAAAAAAF-I/sCnpYj4_RT8/s400/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641667422823205698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;"Gardening is a kind of disease. It infects you,  you cannot escape it. When you go visiting, your eyes rove about the garden; you  interrupt the serious cocktail drinking because of an irresistible impulse to  get up and pull a weed." ~Lewis Gannit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AhP_qjTlBE/Tks6ZlF396I/AAAAAAAAF98/Ii_UG9yfMAY/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AhP_qjTlBE/Tks6ZlF396I/AAAAAAAAF98/Ii_UG9yfMAY/s400/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641667169339570082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still loving nasturtiums.  What a fun plant!  I can't believe it took me this long to discover it (just last year).  That's what is fun about gardening, you are constantly learning new things and falling in love with new favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--geZGUzqnTc/Tks52qyp9eI/AAAAAAAAF9w/W_tshddkVws/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--geZGUzqnTc/Tks52qyp9eI/AAAAAAAAF9w/W_tshddkVws/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641666569574151650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't it look like someone splashed orange paint on this pale yellow nasturtium?  Gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is what's currently blooming on Bixby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-956027375240899484?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/956027375240899484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=956027375240899484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/956027375240899484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/956027375240899484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/08/what.html' title='What&apos;s Bloomin&apos; on Bixby'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWpsVy1y8B0/Tks9IIWDl6I/AAAAAAAAGAQ/SKgPBDpE-IE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1182058375878177847</id><published>2011-08-10T23:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:13:44.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding....a season of change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzJOkTR5qkQ/TkNb3wihv1I/AAAAAAAAF9o/xmMztQnLM-I/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzJOkTR5qkQ/TkNb3wihv1I/AAAAAAAAF9o/xmMztQnLM-I/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639452171878645586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We attended a lovely wedding this summer.  The bride was absolutely breathtaking, the groom tall &amp;amp; handsome.  The church glowed with candlelight and flowers and beautiful decorations.  And there is love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtcU1BkK3AQ/TkNby1sYz7I/AAAAAAAAF9g/GTC5Snfbb5g/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtcU1BkK3AQ/TkNby1sYz7I/AAAAAAAAF9g/GTC5Snfbb5g/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639452087362834354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while I am extremely happy for the brand new couple... I'm having some emotions about the ones left behind.  The changes ahead.  Change is not easy.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xb4sHrCy_vc/TkNbtBMdyeI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/U1bCPOGsohc/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xb4sHrCy_vc/TkNbtBMdyeI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/U1bCPOGsohc/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639451987370953186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the wedding of the daughter of very close friends, the first time they've experienced one of their grown up children getting married.  They held it together very well, but I know their emotions were running deep on this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Dbvj78R6ys/TkNbjHzD16I/AAAAAAAAF9Q/Al9TaSUOOZU/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Dbvj78R6ys/TkNbjHzD16I/AAAAAAAAF9Q/Al9TaSUOOZU/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639451817344751522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched the bridesmaids (also close family friends of ours) walking down the aisle with expressions of mixed emotion.  They were so happy for their friend, but they knew this was an ending of sorts.  The end of an era.  They will always be friends, but things will change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1V_h0beIDWs/TkNbcAesGfI/AAAAAAAAF9I/SkHcchCY2PM/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1V_h0beIDWs/TkNbcAesGfI/AAAAAAAAF9I/SkHcchCY2PM/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639451695121177074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We listened as the younger sister of the bride gave a heartfelt speech at the reception about being willing to share her "best friend" with the new groom.  About how she knows she will spend less time with her sister and passing on the 'best friend' status to her new brother-in-law.  Talk about tugging at the heartstrings.     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RcHh4V7uTs/TkNbTePOyzI/AAAAAAAAF9A/CUU8ik_b4JU/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RcHh4V7uTs/TkNbTePOyzI/AAAAAAAAF9A/CUU8ik_b4JU/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639451548490582834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We listened as the father of the bride gave a wonderful message during the service, speaking of how important it is to gather around the table and enjoy a meal together in love, not strife.  To be hospitable.  He spoke of past memories &amp;amp; family traditions of decorating gingerbread houses every Christmas season, about spending time at a cabin on the lake every summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlgNclV7YfY/TkNbOpRrKfI/AAAAAAAAF84/rEqUF6WBltg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlgNclV7YfY/TkNbOpRrKfI/AAAAAAAAF84/rEqUF6WBltg/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639451465554274802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything is going to be just fine.  Families learn to adapt to the changes of children growing up, leaving home, getting married, and creating new families of their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__VD1eLOugU/TkNbGwDe77I/AAAAAAAAF8w/h3jLsu47Smo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__VD1eLOugU/TkNbGwDe77I/AAAAAAAAF8w/h3jLsu47Smo/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639451329934847922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But just for now.... can I tell you that change is very hard?  Ultimately, I am happy for this couple and know they are a great match.  Their future is bright.  I grieve for the ones left behind as the new couple begin their lives together.  They will always be a big part of their lives, but not in the same way.  Change.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother of four, I'm not sure how I'm going to survive the changes ahead.  Perhaps this was practice for me?  I didn't do very well.  I'm crying typing this silly post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in the photo were the gorgeous centerpieces on all the tables at the reception.  I was lucky to be told to take one home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Kelsey &amp;amp; Tomas.  All God's blessings upon you...   you are loved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1182058375878177847?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1182058375878177847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1182058375878177847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1182058375878177847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1182058375878177847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/08/weddinga-season-of-change.html' title='Wedding....a season of change'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzJOkTR5qkQ/TkNb3wihv1I/AAAAAAAAF9o/xmMztQnLM-I/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-6715215406066068385</id><published>2011-08-03T00:09:00.041-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:59:40.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Club on the Mississippi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qham4rngVhI/TjjbWOodOzI/AAAAAAAAF8o/N2VHjAe6L1k/s1600/IMG_3086%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qham4rngVhI/TjjbWOodOzI/AAAAAAAAF8o/N2VHjAe6L1k/s400/IMG_3086%2B%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636496108585564978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, our book club had a wonderful experience.  We set sail on the Mississippi River (the water was so still, the air was warm, the reflection of the trees, breathtaking) to discuss our current book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1_Zs9dV4uQ/TjjbLUjxaTI/AAAAAAAAF8g/P0PZKKA6ruQ/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1_Zs9dV4uQ/TjjbLUjxaTI/AAAAAAAAF8g/P0PZKKA6ruQ/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636495921197967666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The River of Doubt:  Theodore Roosevelt's Darkest Journey by Candice Millard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8JzL_rjDkGc/Tjja-kOjYrI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/ENj2WFbZoGk/s1600/IMG_3088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8JzL_rjDkGc/Tjja-kOjYrI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/ENj2WFbZoGk/s400/IMG_3088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636495702065636018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our book club members happens to live on the Mississippi River.  She not only has a pontoon, but a husband that doesn't mind driving a bunch of fun-seeking/book crazed/chatty women around.  Lucky us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJLDUF0jn7E/TjjaypPJaqI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/eZTWSrbvFzw/s1600/IMG_3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJLDUF0jn7E/TjjaypPJaqI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/eZTWSrbvFzw/s400/IMG_3093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636495497251875490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We are an eclectic group, which is one thing I like about us.  We are all ages and from different backgrounds.  We have various hobbies and interests, not to mention a wide range of taste in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eh3vjZ3fzMc/TjjanXURULI/AAAAAAAAF8I/BMdYkKkLH8A/s1600/IMG_3105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eh3vjZ3fzMc/TjjanXURULI/AAAAAAAAF8I/BMdYkKkLH8A/s400/IMG_3105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636495303462965426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FxFxd6vhas/TjjagOXy8wI/AAAAAAAAF8A/dQonZRthGIU/s1600/IMG_3100.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The one thing we know we have in common ... a love of books.  And that is enough.  Plus, we like each other.  That always helps.  :o)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind  of library."  ~&lt;i&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJhJWL7PWTQ/TjjaUObQltI/AAAAAAAAF74/HJB6aDQdFSo/s1600/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJhJWL7PWTQ/TjjaUObQltI/AAAAAAAAF74/HJB6aDQdFSo/s400/IMG_3108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636494974658844370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we get together we talk talk talk.  On this night, we decided to pass an empty coke bottle as the symbol that when you had the bottle, you had the floor.  Everyone else should zip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WibkVwFuAIU/TjjaNBwI0uI/AAAAAAAAF7w/hMVBfqhy_zw/s1600/IMG_3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WibkVwFuAIU/TjjaNBwI0uI/AAAAAAAAF7w/hMVBfqhy_zw/s400/IMG_3123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636494850997670626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't work perfectly, but was worth a try.  We laugh a lot.  Everyone's a comedian.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68ZbheIYGZ8/TjjaC65j6qI/AAAAAAAAF7o/ZhaRf9qVqBs/s1600/IMG_3135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68ZbheIYGZ8/TjjaC65j6qI/AAAAAAAAF7o/ZhaRf9qVqBs/s400/IMG_3135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636494677359454882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;td class="sqtdq" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/what_makes_a_river_so_restful_to_people_is_that/208423.html"&gt;What  makes a &lt;b&gt;river&lt;/b&gt; so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt - it  is sure to get where it is going, and it doesn't want to go anywhere  else.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt; &lt;p style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;img title="Author Popularity 0/10" alt="" src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as0.gif" align="middle" height="9" width="11" /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/hal_boyle/"&gt;Hal Boyle  quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RdWEfcRVwG4/TjjZ6kEp6YI/AAAAAAAAF7g/qcLi5ql3K5c/s1600/IMG_3141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RdWEfcRVwG4/TjjZ6kEp6YI/AAAAAAAAF7g/qcLi5ql3K5c/s400/IMG_3141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636494533793016194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a great group of women (one of us was absent on this particular night...boo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YN_4fYPZbE/TjjZzPbfjXI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/unwsYpDL440/s1600/IMG_3142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YN_4fYPZbE/TjjZzPbfjXI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/unwsYpDL440/s400/IMG_3142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636494407992577394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Okay, can we actually Talk about the Book now?", says I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz52hLqwMTs/TjjZtk0CwXI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/mirP6oDQHgk/s1600/IMG_3144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz52hLqwMTs/TjjZtk0CwXI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/mirP6oDQHgk/s400/IMG_3144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636494310653477234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we can.  And, we have a lot to say about it.  We enjoyed it, it's quite the adventure down the Amazon.  We learned a lot and are happy we're currently floating down the Mississippi instead.  In a pontoon, not a dugout canoe.  Not a piranha in sight.  And, we have food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFRurYJVkRE/TjjZoo0W1pI/AAAAAAAAF7I/JxDmBYIO-zU/s1600/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFRurYJVkRE/TjjZoo0W1pI/AAAAAAAAF7I/JxDmBYIO-zU/s400/IMG_3145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636494225829189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are no rapids, no need to portage, no poisonous snakes, no monkeys (tad sad about no monkeys).  As a child I always wanted a pet monkey.  Not anymore.  I now have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqvt0i1DYto/TjjZhsIQTUI/AAAAAAAAF7A/gW63LymyUwI/s1600/IMG_3147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqvt0i1DYto/TjjZhsIQTUI/AAAAAAAAF7A/gW63LymyUwI/s400/IMG_3147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636494106458869058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so interesting to listen as each person gives her own thoughts &amp;amp; perception of the book.  This is one thing I loooove about book clubs, listening to everyone's varied perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JGZEEjf4cg/TjjZa0DGe2I/AAAAAAAAF64/xJqNz2P9aFc/s1600/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JGZEEjf4cg/TjjZa0DGe2I/AAAAAAAAF64/xJqNz2P9aFc/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636493988325653346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I am last to speak.  My hair really isn't red, by the way.  It's a lighting, sun going down, technicality.  Because, I mean, in the scheme of things, hair color is an important topic.  No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WcudKiF1iHk/TjjZT7tuPZI/AAAAAAAAF6w/mHhb0wDLtzs/s1600/IMG_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WcudKiF1iHk/TjjZT7tuPZI/AAAAAAAAF6w/mHhb0wDLtzs/s400/IMG_3152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636493870124383634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give me that bottle.  Okay, now I don't remember what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KH0W0QbCP8s/TjjZMeZvZ8I/AAAAAAAAF6o/j9dxZummfRE/s1600/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KH0W0QbCP8s/TjjZMeZvZ8I/AAAAAAAAF6o/j9dxZummfRE/s400/IMG_3153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636493741996861378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can be sure it was passionate, intelligent, inspiring, and worth documenting.  If you're taking notes, make sure to write that down.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5S8QCXI3kQ/TjjZFpUPypI/AAAAAAAAF6g/5jMfCTxfqMY/s1600/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5S8QCXI3kQ/TjjZFpUPypI/AAAAAAAAF6g/5jMfCTxfqMY/s400/IMG_3156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636493624667523730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shut the place down and made Sherry cry.  Not really, but it looks like it in the photo and wouldn't that have made a good story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVFgI-PNuXQ/TjjY0QVb_WI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/NalHR1L0k2w/s1600/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVFgI-PNuXQ/TjjY0QVb_WI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/NalHR1L0k2w/s400/IMG_3159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636493325903854946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have grown to love these gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxFbd3ufAgA/TjjYoLI5IvI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/41n7UGgvoIs/s1600/IMG_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxFbd3ufAgA/TjjYoLI5IvI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/41n7UGgvoIs/s400/IMG_3161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636493118350631666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make a funny face someone said.  I only see two funny faces, me and Tonya.  What happened to the rest of you? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RMN3HlQ8jV8/TjjYggeKujI/AAAAAAAAF6I/D7lTTac14Gs/s1600/IMG_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RMN3HlQ8jV8/TjjYggeKujI/AAAAAAAAF6I/D7lTTac14Gs/s400/IMG_3162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636492986638055986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonya made a joke, had to be about her upper half.  I'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-36vXVI-c2dg/TjjYTLNAnmI/AAAAAAAAF6A/FJv6yssCBm0/s1600/IMG_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-36vXVI-c2dg/TjjYTLNAnmI/AAAAAAAAF6A/FJv6yssCBm0/s400/IMG_3164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636492757590646370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, the group photo session is over.  Back to your posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBGCaQtQh1A/TjjYKp_BzCI/AAAAAAAAF54/PAAo8vUqmIk/s1600/IMG_3166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBGCaQtQh1A/TjjYKp_BzCI/AAAAAAAAF54/PAAo8vUqmIk/s400/IMG_3166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636492611234679842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for the journey back, to the dock, to the safety of our cars and homes.  We couldn't have asked for more perfect weather for this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"A great book should leave you with many  experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading  it." ~ &lt;i&gt;William Styron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The River of Doubt is worth the read, especially if you enjoy history &amp;amp; adventure.  I never would have chosen it if not for my book club.  Thanks, gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to Barbara &amp;amp; Michael for hosting such a perfect book club event.  I do believe it was the highlight of my summer so far.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-6715215406066068385?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/6715215406066068385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=6715215406066068385&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6715215406066068385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6715215406066068385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-club-on-mississippi.html' title='Book Club on the Mississippi'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qham4rngVhI/TjjbWOodOzI/AAAAAAAAF8o/N2VHjAe6L1k/s72-c/IMG_3086%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5301027191247983431</id><published>2011-08-01T19:23:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:22:48.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuKncsyNXm4/TjdGwbhAiRI/AAAAAAAAF5w/UBSokFwJzjU/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuKncsyNXm4/TjdGwbhAiRI/AAAAAAAAF5w/UBSokFwJzjU/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636051256511334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It may not be the Amazon, but it's a jungle alright.  The cucumber vines are taking over my world.  And, I rather like it.  The yellow blossoms are delightful and I can't quit marveling at the various curlicue vines that swirl around anything within their grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hr5eDUdVogg/TjdGrhR47nI/AAAAAAAAF5o/iVvlN6hzgmM/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hr5eDUdVogg/TjdGrhR47nI/AAAAAAAAF5o/iVvlN6hzgmM/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636051172159188594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could photograph cucumber vines all day long.  Of course, I love to eat cucumbers, but there is something beautiful in the leaves, the vines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my  garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional".  ~Robert Brault&lt;/span&gt;  (not that this particular photograph looks professional, what with the ugly grill in the background~ ha!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xp-CwVMJhr8/TjdGnJq2L0I/AAAAAAAAF5g/TxZ5tObNT2c/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xp-CwVMJhr8/TjdGnJq2L0I/AAAAAAAAF5g/TxZ5tObNT2c/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636051097101938498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasturtiums are trying to take over the raised beds as well.  The bright flowers &amp;amp; interesting leaves keep me transfixed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I30-Vj838RU/TjdGScX6ioI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/aL_74mu4970/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I30-Vj838RU/TjdGScX6ioI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/aL_74mu4970/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050741345553026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cucumber blossom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it  provides". ~W.E. Johns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnnIi_Sw76w/TjdGN9PWpyI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/cZ15rt1O90c/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnnIi_Sw76w/TjdGN9PWpyI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/cZ15rt1O90c/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050664268670754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cuke vines have crawled over into the peas, which we are plucking &amp;amp; eating &amp;amp; enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmQorw1XSIs/TjdGJhOo22I/AAAAAAAAF5I/-19LVmfgytg/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmQorw1XSIs/TjdGJhOo22I/AAAAAAAAF5I/-19LVmfgytg/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050588029999970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garden fresh peas... what a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PX1MmFbkf-Y/TjdGA-TKP_I/AAAAAAAAF5A/irr43l9DBu4/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PX1MmFbkf-Y/TjdGA-TKP_I/AAAAAAAAF5A/irr43l9DBu4/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050441214771186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a jungle out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWdxkxUyFqA/TjdF7wZl3yI/AAAAAAAAF44/kVHqIskmqcw/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWdxkxUyFqA/TjdF7wZl3yI/AAAAAAAAF44/kVHqIskmqcw/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050351584304930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;"If you've never experienced the joy of  accomplishing more than you can imagine, plant a garden". ~Robert Brault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6P3pp8tjoao/TjdF1IdWA_I/AAAAAAAAF4w/Oevef8CGl0g/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6P3pp8tjoao/TjdF1IdWA_I/AAAAAAAAF4w/Oevef8CGl0g/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050237783409650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was taking some pics and admiring how my garden has grown, I peeked in a little closer and found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lyYfh4i1vs/TjdFmpgJ2ZI/AAAAAAAAF4o/IsBFpi75suw/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lyYfh4i1vs/TjdFmpgJ2ZI/AAAAAAAAF4o/IsBFpi75suw/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636049988955527570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...our First Cucumber of the Season ready for picking.  Then, I spotted another.  It's time to venture in and investigate.  I have a feeling there are more.  They're multiplying at night... aaacckk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9y7Q-qOcpU/TjdFbUPoc5I/AAAAAAAAF4g/kiLTf9oxs8Y/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9y7Q-qOcpU/TjdFbUPoc5I/AAAAAAAAF4g/kiLTf9oxs8Y/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636049794270524306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm excited to bite into that first garden cucumber, but truth be told, I'd be happy with blossoms &amp;amp; curlicues.  They are so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;There can be no other occupation like gardening  in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find  them smiling". ~Mirabel Osler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy August 1st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5301027191247983431?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5301027191247983431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5301027191247983431&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5301027191247983431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5301027191247983431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='Welcome to the Jungle'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuKncsyNXm4/TjdGwbhAiRI/AAAAAAAAF5w/UBSokFwJzjU/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-4656370261948951681</id><published>2011-07-28T22:57:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T20:56:39.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex &amp; Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-_Zaj37_8o/TjNK86hmE8I/AAAAAAAAF4Y/OPeAUCufxJE/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-_Zaj37_8o/TjNK86hmE8I/AAAAAAAAF4Y/OPeAUCufxJE/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634929969133392834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated two very special birthdays in our family on July 20th.  Alex turned 18 and Ashley turned 16.  Yes, they share a birthday.  Ashley decided to come into this world on her older brother's second birthday.  We tried to talk her out of it, but there was no stopping her.  :o)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPqazUkoOzw/TjIxdmq29ZI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/1JNQxtiOxj0/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPqazUkoOzw/TjIxdmq29ZI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/1JNQxtiOxj0/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634620468460189074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They each chose their own b-day meal (which we enjoyed on two separate evenings). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7KFfAJoStE/TjIxTEs7XII/AAAAAAAAF4I/WHkEzXCSqFk/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7KFfAJoStE/TjIxTEs7XII/AAAAAAAAF4I/WHkEzXCSqFk/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634620287543368834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On your b-day in our family, you have a choice of either a favorite meal prepared at home or a restaurant of your choice.  Ashley chose Greek-style ribs, cheesy potatoes, caesar salad and raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npswHA6E9rU/TjIxNfSG6AI/AAAAAAAAF4A/whfgVb3GdzU/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npswHA6E9rU/TjIxNfSG6AI/AAAAAAAAF4A/whfgVb3GdzU/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634620191599421442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greek ribs... yumm!  You squeeze fresh lemon over them when they're hot out of the oven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTf4HPp51cg/TjIw9dHmbYI/AAAAAAAAF34/DCfYYBNe_GI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTf4HPp51cg/TjIw9dHmbYI/AAAAAAAAF34/DCfYYBNe_GI/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634619916140572034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an ice cream cake from the DQ.  It's summer.  It's hot.  This is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5HcQeS3Gm2k/TjIwlbsmWeI/AAAAAAAAF3w/uEOq43wtmYA/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5HcQeS3Gm2k/TjIwlbsmWeI/AAAAAAAAF3w/uEOq43wtmYA/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634619503442024930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex's choice was burgers on the grill w/all the fixin's.  I added potato salad &amp;amp; fresh fruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPcrZ1GR0hQ/TjIwaod3e8I/AAAAAAAAF3o/WpOkJ0sOy8I/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPcrZ1GR0hQ/TjIwaod3e8I/AAAAAAAAF3o/WpOkJ0sOy8I/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634619317891333058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently there were too many fixin's because I had to smoosh mine down in order to take a bite.  I always 'over do' my burger.  Can't help it, I love fixin's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_OACAKPmG8/TjIwNhfDDgI/AAAAAAAAF3g/XmWz2SAPTcE/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_OACAKPmG8/TjIwNhfDDgI/AAAAAAAAF3g/XmWz2SAPTcE/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634619092678938114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eighteen &amp;amp; sixteen.  We are almost out of a job.  "The trouble with being a parent is that by the time you are experienced, you are unemployed." ~author unknown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jvIXpGYZ40/TjIwGiyJxpI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/ceRMubMSn9M/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jvIXpGYZ40/TjIwGiyJxpI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/ceRMubMSn9M/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634618972768421522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We've had bad luck with children; they've all grown up." ~ Christopher Morley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQSjHJ2mp7I/TjIv-NI0wPI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/WeibclQ3DTY/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQSjHJ2mp7I/TjIv-NI0wPI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/WeibclQ3DTY/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634618829518979314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elliot joins the birthday duo in this photo (Ethan had just left for a week of camp, but got in on one of the b-day meals). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Alex &amp;amp; Ashley!  We are so very proud to be your parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-4656370261948951681?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/4656370261948951681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=4656370261948951681&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4656370261948951681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4656370261948951681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/07/alex-ashley.html' title='Alex &amp; Ashley'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-_Zaj37_8o/TjNK86hmE8I/AAAAAAAAF4Y/OPeAUCufxJE/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5197195226567738482</id><published>2011-07-23T22:23:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:20:43.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpet Samples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkGcwcAdjCA/TiuRuz_-3nI/AAAAAAAAF28/XZHb_Mam-AE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkGcwcAdjCA/TiuRuz_-3nI/AAAAAAAAF28/XZHb_Mam-AE/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632755992375516786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As July winds down, one might think that making fabulous dinners was the highlight of the summer.  Above you see veggies stir-frying in an orange-ginger glaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXpn2h2mOG8/TiuRpNGUOOI/AAAAAAAAF20/N1Q2Ca7UMKI/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXpn2h2mOG8/TiuRpNGUOOI/AAAAAAAAF20/N1Q2Ca7UMKI/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632755896033753314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The great thing about this meal, which featured grilled fish, was that my husband thought it up on a Friday night while strolling the aisles of the grocery store.  He usually brings home a frozen food item.  He's getting much better.  :o)  Food is delicious, but it hasn't been the highlight of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rgs4cwCwlE/TiuRe8fD79I/AAAAAAAAF2s/YKRGbNcGj3E/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rgs4cwCwlE/TiuRe8fD79I/AAAAAAAAF2s/YKRGbNcGj3E/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632755719775449042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gardens are offering up some very fun flowers at the moment.  These are called Indian Summer black eyed susans.  The flowers are gigantic and I'm loving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSEg5FF8EDg/TiuRXVbPcVI/AAAAAAAAF2k/PxL5rzfea8E/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSEg5FF8EDg/TiuRXVbPcVI/AAAAAAAAF2k/PxL5rzfea8E/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632755589031358802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This particular variety of black eyed susan is an annual, not a perennial, in our part of the country, but definitely worth planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uf2J3URMI8E/TiuRRdTAAFI/AAAAAAAAF2c/LWvQ2Ds5Od8/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uf2J3URMI8E/TiuRRdTAAFI/AAAAAAAAF2c/LWvQ2Ds5Od8/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632755488065060946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My patio is the place you oughta be.  Actually, I wish I was out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8SXkjMD61sw/TiuRJYn8yeI/AAAAAAAAF2U/oLGw5gofir0/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8SXkjMD61sw/TiuRJYn8yeI/AAAAAAAAF2U/oLGw5gofir0/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632755349371800034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plants are going crazy with all the humidity we are experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxa6p2kmAWI/TiuRDpLRwlI/AAAAAAAAF2M/d6Z3mPu5saQ/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxa6p2kmAWI/TiuRDpLRwlI/AAAAAAAAF2M/d6Z3mPu5saQ/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632755250735727186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leaves of my roses are being eaten by some bug.  The nerve.  It's really 'bugging' me.  :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZzg8Fltokc/TiuQ83CRzlI/AAAAAAAAF2E/fIwgP6WBGfo/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZzg8Fltokc/TiuQ83CRzlI/AAAAAAAAF2E/fIwgP6WBGfo/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632755134196993618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the lovely color surrounding me, you might think that flowers are the highlight of my summer.  Again, you would be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sREmaguF0xE/TiuQy5x0HRI/AAAAAAAAF18/jmUqfFiTKGM/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sREmaguF0xE/TiuQy5x0HRI/AAAAAAAAF18/jmUqfFiTKGM/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632754963134553362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight of my summer, so far, has been trying to choose a carpet for our basement.  Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxQxfCB10rY/TiuQpgbN5kI/AAAAAAAAF10/ZmjYCwScnoA/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxQxfCB10rY/TiuQpgbN5kI/AAAAAAAAF10/ZmjYCwScnoA/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632754801710065218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choosing a color for the walls was headache enough, but choosing carpet is a whole new monster.  The wall color is called "Flower Field" by Behr.  It looks yellow in these photos, but is a mix of gold &amp;amp; brown, I'd say "butterscotch" in natural light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKmmh0Jl6tk/TiuQiWxrUNI/AAAAAAAAF1s/SXQGH1ElXv8/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKmmh0Jl6tk/TiuQiWxrUNI/AAAAAAAAF1s/SXQGH1ElXv8/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632754678860828882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a warm color so we need to find a warm carpet, rather than a "cool" carpet.  It needs to be durable to withstand the heavy traffic it will receive.  It should have a few (albiet subtle) colors in it to hide whatever lint comes its way.  The above samples... all wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0suydOxUEs/TiuQaclzOgI/AAAAAAAAF1k/HNrALx-3D5g/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0suydOxUEs/TiuQaclzOgI/AAAAAAAAF1k/HNrALx-3D5g/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632754542982674946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're looking at loop rather than plush, but me oh my, we want a loop on the softer side rather than the scratchy stiff side.  I've been advised to not choose a carpet based on cost (in other words, don't go too inexpensive) because we might regret it, although cost is surely a factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there was SO much involved in choosing a carpet for your basement?  Me either.  But, I think I'm on the right track now.  I've learned a lot and know what we Don't want.  Now if I could only find what we DO want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside,  I'm currently reading a book (for bookclub) called Little Bee by Chris Cleave.  The subject matter revolves around an immigrant from Nigeria and I now feel silly that picking out a carpet is my big problem of the summer.  I am very blessed indeed.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's a huge decision and  a large purchase and I will be a happy woman if we can find something we love (that fits all the criteria) in a timely manner.  Thank goodness my friend Kathy Q. is back in town.  I need you, stat.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your summer problems are small ones, like mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5197195226567738482?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5197195226567738482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5197195226567738482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5197195226567738482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5197195226567738482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/07/carpet-samples.html' title='Carpet Samples'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkGcwcAdjCA/TiuRuz_-3nI/AAAAAAAAF28/XZHb_Mam-AE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-6370539940177531491</id><published>2011-07-17T21:59:00.033-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:59:36.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='r'/><title type='text'>How Does Your Garden Grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpAjFim7lew/TiTFRICp3wI/AAAAAAAAF1U/EFdrv_HcY5I/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpAjFim7lew/TiTFRICp3wI/AAAAAAAAF1U/EFdrv_HcY5I/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630842332127026946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnMuPAUh_2c/TiOkIDOkyAI/AAAAAAAAF1A/x-MYWi_TOHI/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spoke with my mother-in-love, Lorraine, today on the phone and she asked me, "how does your garden grow?".  Here is a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXeCGPBjVBU/TiOkCGEIPRI/AAAAAAAAF04/4FPOMLs6bps/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above you see flat leaf parsley.  I  plucked it out of my garden this evening.  Wow... it grows like crazy.   This is the first year I've tried planting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNcCEpiHNF8/TiTEenh5DNI/AAAAAAAAF1M/C7-BdEJ1W0c/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNcCEpiHNF8/TiTEenh5DNI/AAAAAAAAF1M/C7-BdEJ1W0c/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630841464406215890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm making Rachael Ray's Carbonara for supper.  The bacon, garlic, olive oil, red pepper flakes, and white wine are bubbling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PE_YEA9_Csw/TiOjzTODMdI/AAAAAAAAF0o/F1W0hTFhNfc/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PE_YEA9_Csw/TiOjzTODMdI/AAAAAAAAF0o/F1W0hTFhNfc/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630524060871111122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooked linguine &amp;amp; tempered egg yolks make this meal silky smooth.  It also has fresh parmesan cheese and is sprinkled w/parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--q9fWpuzDqQ/TiOjthuCfoI/AAAAAAAAF0g/Ljx0Wtz-fTo/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--q9fWpuzDqQ/TiOjthuCfoI/AAAAAAAAF0g/Ljx0Wtz-fTo/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630523961684164226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tomatoes are growing like crazy, not to mention the cute hanging buckets of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8AGowSQXOUA/TiOjmoeIe7I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/Pn4stOq44UI/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8AGowSQXOUA/TiOjmoeIe7I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/Pn4stOq44UI/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630523843237411762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cucumbers are vining up and growing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq2ZXj5G7Ig/TiOjf2tJc1I/AAAAAAAAF0Q/94aKRSwmtu8/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq2ZXj5G7Ig/TiOjf2tJc1I/AAAAAAAAF0Q/94aKRSwmtu8/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630523726799401810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two raised flower beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXGHcjX9aRs/TiOjVNLnx2I/AAAAAAAAF0I/-O8pQLEXYNY/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXGHcjX9aRs/TiOjVNLnx2I/AAAAAAAAF0I/-O8pQLEXYNY/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630523543854237538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjelFuK0klU/TiOjOBZuLqI/AAAAAAAAF0A/GNnUIeuOVWw/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjelFuK0klU/TiOjOBZuLqI/AAAAAAAAF0A/GNnUIeuOVWw/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630523420433067682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cucumbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTYmFOtaD-U/TiOjHxBIn6I/AAAAAAAAFz4/pghv0KUZTzI/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTYmFOtaD-U/TiOjHxBIn6I/AAAAAAAAFz4/pghv0KUZTzI/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630523312955760546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Herbs: flat leaf parsley, chocolate mint, lavender, lemon thyme, rosemary and basil.  They're getting big &amp;amp; bushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIqUTzSTcmA/TiOi_cVLbrI/AAAAAAAAFzw/hj3p6G5MlR4/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIqUTzSTcmA/TiOi_cVLbrI/AAAAAAAAFzw/hj3p6G5MlR4/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630523169963732658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Commercial break:  I told Derrick tonight that I regret not buying the whole set of these dishes I found in Walker, MN.  I really love the bright orange accent.  His reaction was, "they remind me of Rickie Fowler's pants (they were Bright Orange!)", which made me laugh out loud.  He is a golfer that played in this weekend's British Open. Too funny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-dhIz5A4u4/TiOi1oUs0WI/AAAAAAAAFzo/dh7uY72fbU8/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEgpVp23-OI/TiOir5lmpBI/AAAAAAAAFzg/vJrHul8nsMU/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEgpVp23-OI/TiOir5lmpBI/AAAAAAAAFzg/vJrHul8nsMU/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630522834219869202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around the house.... Alex &amp;amp; Ethan were playing a game (HeroClix to be exact).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkWFgZoI6jk/TiOim9CfpSI/AAAAAAAAFzY/VBFojxFhPhY/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkWFgZoI6jk/TiOim9CfpSI/AAAAAAAAFzY/VBFojxFhPhY/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630522749247005986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick worked in the basement all day and is now relaxing in front of the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwbJXgzlYGw/TiOigpge5DI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/UxW9_A69pDk/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwbJXgzlYGw/TiOigpge5DI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/UxW9_A69pDk/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630522640924861490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley, who has been relaxing in front of her book or the tv all day, is now relaxing in front of the tv this evening.  Teasing.  She did actually clean the bathroom today.  Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twtVdUzERxk/TiOiTuiz4YI/AAAAAAAAFzI/X7Dhoc9P3ls/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twtVdUzERxk/TiOiTuiz4YI/AAAAAAAAFzI/X7Dhoc9P3ls/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630522418938503554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Grandma Houle asked how our garden was growing, we somehow translated that into how the kids are growing.  Dark &amp;amp; blurry pics are ahead.  Sorry.  Yes, Ashley is taller than moi.  well, whoop-de-d00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRt3jt612-E/TiOiKIsBggI/AAAAAAAAFzA/8vPKorjq4d0/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRt3jt612-E/TiOiKIsBggI/AAAAAAAAFzA/8vPKorjq4d0/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630522254157775362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex surpassed Derrick a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUCBku2kpYw/TiOiBXii-eI/AAAAAAAAFy4/X7QX_9zCux0/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUCBku2kpYw/TiOiBXii-eI/AAAAAAAAFy4/X7QX_9zCux0/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630522103525734882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley is getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4P7KEHX3FI/TiOh3PWoRRI/AAAAAAAAFyw/BC4ste0cWfw/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4P7KEHX3FI/TiOh3PWoRRI/AAAAAAAAFyw/BC4ste0cWfw/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630521929529574674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan has a ways to go, but it won't be long the way time is flying.  Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGEOMdnyjNA/TiOhr8uxbfI/AAAAAAAAFyo/v1USo2ybI3M/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGEOMdnyjNA/TiOhr8uxbfI/AAAAAAAAFyo/v1USo2ybI3M/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630521735552003570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All is well on Bixby.  The gardens are growing, the kids are growing and the parents are hanging in there.  We're all very grateful for our air conditioning these days as the humidity is over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that is how my garden grows.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-6370539940177531491?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/6370539940177531491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=6370539940177531491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6370539940177531491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6370539940177531491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How Does Your Garden Grow?'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpAjFim7lew/TiTFRICp3wI/AAAAAAAAF1U/EFdrv_HcY5I/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-1866679909069856224</id><published>2011-07-13T22:58:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T19:03:26.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Land called Connelly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuqNdSia_YE/Th5zCkAimnI/AAAAAAAAFyI/JorIWsZmPp8/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuqNdSia_YE/Th5zCkAimnI/AAAAAAAAFyI/JorIWsZmPp8/s400/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629063072122575474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family headed north to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada, recently to help replace the shingles on my in-loves house &amp;amp; garage.  I stayed home to oversee the house, the gardens, the dog, and my childcare business.  (the above cat is named Emma, not a relative of mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NOsM77aMBY/Th5ywJu3YKI/AAAAAAAAFyA/dJFqKQXC1Vk/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NOsM77aMBY/Th5ywJu3YKI/AAAAAAAAFyA/dJFqKQXC1Vk/s400/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629062755831472290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a few lonely moments while they were gone (a rare few) and had the great good fortune to be invited to the Land of Connelly.  You've heard of Puff the Magic Dragon who lived by the sea? He supposedly frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.  Well, this is the land of Connelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMtwoEqEG1E/Th5r6ZQR27I/AAAAAAAAFx4/Tj1hiR5kTqU/s1600/IMG_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMtwoEqEG1E/Th5r6ZQR27I/AAAAAAAAFx4/Tj1hiR5kTqU/s400/IMG_2881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629055235215449010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's only a short drive out of town, but the minute I hit the first curve, I saw a lovely spotted fawn.  The fawn stared at me as I slowed way down and enjoyed its beauty.  The road curved again and I slowed as a painted turtle meandered in the middle of the road.  Another curve, another turtle in the middle of the road.  One more curve and one more turtle.  I'm not kidding.  I expected the music from the Twilight Zone to start playing.  :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uFO_km1-9E/Th5rqH_LNaI/AAAAAAAAFxo/uLcQs3XGRpI/s1600/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uFO_km1-9E/Th5rqH_LNaI/AAAAAAAAFxo/uLcQs3XGRpI/s400/IMG_2857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629054955702400418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't wait to jump out of my car and tell my hosts about the sights I saw on the drive over.  Upon parking in their driveway, what do I see but another turtle in their yard.  Cats mingle w/turtles in this land, apparently.  The turtle news didn't surprise them as there were 3 mama turtles laying eggs in their front yard at that very moment.  That's a total of 7 turtles.  Wow.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZzVY6Jj5lM/Th5reXQwusI/AAAAAAAAFxg/3kKnWseruQ0/s1600/IMG_2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZzVY6Jj5lM/Th5reXQwusI/AAAAAAAAFxg/3kKnWseruQ0/s400/IMG_2860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629054753644264130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking to the door, I passed by a washtub full of nasturtium.  I heart nasturtium, in case you didn't know.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njlNYCAsJ-s/Th5rSrVwcTI/AAAAAAAAFxY/5h4kKLaT-HI/s1600/IMG_2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njlNYCAsJ-s/Th5rSrVwcTI/AAAAAAAAFxY/5h4kKLaT-HI/s400/IMG_2863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629054552875495730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pretty begonia was hanging out on the screened-in porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km-9aqshaR8/Th5rJMSAeKI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/2t1Dx7Qp29k/s1600/IMG_2864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km-9aqshaR8/Th5rJMSAeKI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/2t1Dx7Qp29k/s400/IMG_2864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629054389919447202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The deck is decked out with flowers in every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpBK1vksmLU/Th5q2sJNtyI/AAAAAAAAFxI/jM5H4HZX4fM/s1600/IMG_2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpBK1vksmLU/Th5q2sJNtyI/AAAAAAAAFxI/jM5H4HZX4fM/s400/IMG_2873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629054072054986530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gerbera daisy in the process of opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6askdKbI0kk/Th5qwD8ueAI/AAAAAAAAFxA/_FUEtiVf-fo/s1600/IMG_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6askdKbI0kk/Th5qwD8ueAI/AAAAAAAAFxA/_FUEtiVf-fo/s400/IMG_2874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053958185973762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was perfect, the garden tour inspiring, the company... many laughs were had by all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vPVCF5TZw4/Th5qmwkJOqI/AAAAAAAAFwg/lXbvBeXgyvA/s1600/IMG_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vPVCF5TZw4/Th5qmwkJOqI/AAAAAAAAFwg/lXbvBeXgyvA/s400/IMG_2875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053798363773602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oriental poppy.  I want one of these! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQYk2TyFDTg/Th5qRabxmeI/AAAAAAAAFwM/-radMGZSxfk/s1600/IMG_2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQYk2TyFDTg/Th5qRabxmeI/AAAAAAAAFwM/-radMGZSxfk/s400/IMG_2891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053431645837794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They fed me delicious food: salmon, french fries &amp;amp; yummy salad dotted w/berries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ew9bWc8mQjg/Th5qCyRU0oI/AAAAAAAAFwE/yFCO5vxHthw/s1600/IMG_2819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ew9bWc8mQjg/Th5qCyRU0oI/AAAAAAAAFwE/yFCO5vxHthw/s400/IMG_2819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053180346421890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, a little birdie flew into their window.  Like bam.  It was stunned, but after sitting on the deck railing for a few minutes, flew right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYsi8lTBSfE/Th5p6nmBiJI/AAAAAAAAFv8/NvvIZuIqZ0M/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYsi8lTBSfE/Th5p6nmBiJI/AAAAAAAAFv8/NvvIZuIqZ0M/s400/IMG_2816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053040041494674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We think it was a baby Common Yellowthroat.  Unfortunate the way it dropped by, but fun to get a couple photos just the same.  We stood back and zoomed in (to give it some space).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4W-YvoJtEcE/Th5psoNRRRI/AAAAAAAAFv0/cp63THqBsP0/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4W-YvoJtEcE/Th5psoNRRRI/AAAAAAAAFv0/cp63THqBsP0/s400/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629052799687935250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hosts live in a wildlife sanctuary (or so it seems).  It's a treat to visit them because you never know what sights you will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-h0GVeoJCQ/Th5pkeYucgI/AAAAAAAAFvs/QaQz6OfoUpU/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-h0GVeoJCQ/Th5pkeYucgI/AAAAAAAAFvs/QaQz6OfoUpU/s400/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629052659612676610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you, Barbara &amp;amp; Michael, for inviting me out to dinner and allowing me to share in the blessings of your home &amp;amp; yard.  It was enchanting.  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I baked &amp;amp; frosted and Ashley decorated.  :o)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPm1-TB2zpE/ThZz-lbmmYI/AAAAAAAAFvc/Bab8LGRDGd8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPm1-TB2zpE/ThZz-lbmmYI/AAAAAAAAFvc/Bab8LGRDGd8/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626812303482984834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is thrilled to be that much closer to 50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE2YC2GvQRA/ThZz4sE4QpI/AAAAAAAAFvU/iwtB8laiFtc/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE2YC2GvQRA/ThZz4sE4QpI/AAAAAAAAFvU/iwtB8laiFtc/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626812202187506322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kidding.  I will list 10 things you may not know about Derrick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21HAlu4KA5M/ThZzwVxed_I/AAAAAAAAFvM/0ISUIHGiZqg/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21HAlu4KA5M/ThZzwVxed_I/AAAAAAAAFvM/0ISUIHGiZqg/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626812058761590770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Derrick is a morning person (translate:  he whistles, claps, sings, plays loud music, is generally too loud in the A.M.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Because he is a morning person, he gets  A LOT done in the morning.  This is good.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6t1oFc8rKE/ThZzmf3Gl1I/AAAAAAAAFvE/pq_CBnAMGck/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6t1oFc8rKE/ThZzmf3Gl1I/AAAAAAAAFvE/pq_CBnAMGck/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811889670854482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. He loves to camp. &lt;br /&gt;4. He appreciates all genres of music.  Really, he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPMjnu9dUXo/ThZzfd8hWOI/AAAAAAAAFu8/csSrCev6i60/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPMjnu9dUXo/ThZzfd8hWOI/AAAAAAAAFu8/csSrCev6i60/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811768897624290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. He likes tuna on toast, not to mention a good toasted tomato sandwich (w/cheese). &lt;br /&gt;6. He despises his photo being taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tbPyaQ73yg/ThZzaaWvLCI/AAAAAAAAFu0/e0aaXw20ljs/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tbPyaQ73yg/ThZzaaWvLCI/AAAAAAAAFu0/e0aaXw20ljs/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811682034494498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. He enjoys being the center of attention.  He likes surprises. &lt;br /&gt;8. He's a natural actor, but he likes directing much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wTsq-KP7lw/ThZzTOkhIwI/AAAAAAAAFus/g3D8pvdttBQ/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wTsq-KP7lw/ThZzTOkhIwI/AAAAAAAAFus/g3D8pvdttBQ/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811558611985154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. He is scared of dogs (you know, large barking vicious ones!)&lt;br /&gt;10. He has great friends!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZuQHsazL4U/ThZzAPnY20I/AAAAAAAAFuk/ZxYA-4a_YVg/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZuQHsazL4U/ThZzAPnY20I/AAAAAAAAFuk/ZxYA-4a_YVg/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811232474946370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He does have wonderful friends.  And, they all showed up tonight to surprise him and take him out for supper for his birthday.  Yes John, I'm really taking the picture now.  Can you... cool it? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBHWQK2-nuE/ThZy3FVSweI/AAAAAAAAFuc/YqZuFBm92CU/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBHWQK2-nuE/ThZy3FVSweI/AAAAAAAAFuc/YqZuFBm92CU/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626811075095871970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick, Mark, Steve, Bill, Dean, &amp;amp; John.  The Canoe Crew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDYw5Xt7H9A/ThZygq5pc2I/AAAAAAAAFuU/XdGZzyIrCvY/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDYw5Xt7H9A/ThZygq5pc2I/AAAAAAAAFuU/XdGZzyIrCvY/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626810690043474786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They decided to take him out to supper at the 209 Bar.  Yummm! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kA1gQAlqoms/ThZyRO_pe3I/AAAAAAAAFuM/7-RaivfArw4/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kA1gQAlqoms/ThZyRO_pe3I/AAAAAAAAFuM/7-RaivfArw4/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626810424854412146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 209 Bar, you ask?  Well, it's a tiny little place in downtown Bemidji which happens to have some amazing food!  (Heather~ you were Right!)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-tQsYH_qVc/ThZpX2wHqPI/AAAAAAAAFs4/985wC-jMGqw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-tQsYH_qVc/ThZpX2wHqPI/AAAAAAAAFs4/985wC-jMGqw/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626800643001264370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcp5clnqPUU/ThZpNzD02HI/AAAAAAAAFsw/N0AC2Oy8GHU/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy birthday, Derrick.  I hope you enjoyed it.  You are loved!  :o)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-1850692372943292685?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/1850692372943292685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=1850692372943292685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1850692372943292685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/1850692372943292685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-derrick.html' title='Happy Birthday, Derrick!'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnMhtNNTvzo/ThZ0EvEeF5I/AAAAAAAAFvk/yLGAS8FMg8g/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5357709028087344594</id><published>2011-07-04T16:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:51:02.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Margaret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dn7jizKsOA/ThIxZRNezjI/AAAAAAAAFso/8BzrUvD_Nw8/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dn7jizKsOA/ThIxZRNezjI/AAAAAAAAFso/8BzrUvD_Nw8/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625613194725609010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, Margaret, came all the way from Vancouver, Washington to visit this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e63EC0Z3Akc/ThIxVhYJpmI/AAAAAAAAFsg/mlTh4LfEhYA/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e63EC0Z3Akc/ThIxVhYJpmI/AAAAAAAAFsg/mlTh4LfEhYA/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625613130345850466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had not seen her in ten years.  That's a looooong time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV62siZoBhk/ThIxPDHG4II/AAAAAAAAFsY/dBOBIfMg_AQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV62siZoBhk/ThIxPDHG4II/AAAAAAAAFsY/dBOBIfMg_AQ/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625613019142086786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What fun to get to know her son, Keith, &amp;amp; daughter, Nicole.  I hadn't seen them since they were very small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BobZmKxhAEM/ThIxIaxAGxI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/3HenpZsuwHA/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BobZmKxhAEM/ThIxIaxAGxI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/3HenpZsuwHA/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612905232734994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keith (who happens to be 13 like my son, Ethan) wasn't too excited about me asking to take his photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6H8sCT2eYO0/ThIxELKeN3I/AAAAAAAAFsI/f-JWOoCGr9I/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6H8sCT2eYO0/ThIxELKeN3I/AAAAAAAAFsI/f-JWOoCGr9I/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612832325121906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole, who is 14, was just fine with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6SwwE5v9Kk/ThIw_olR0hI/AAAAAAAAFsA/Ravd-Da_poU/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6SwwE5v9Kk/ThIw_olR0hI/AAAAAAAAFsA/Ravd-Da_poU/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612754322838034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I won him over in the end.  Well, maybe not, but I got one smile out of him anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DntgJa1L6M/ThIw39x4FCI/AAAAAAAAFr4/kJ_FmX2PgJ0/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DntgJa1L6M/ThIw39x4FCI/AAAAAAAAFr4/kJ_FmX2PgJ0/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612622573868066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elliot, another non-picture-lovin'-guy, enjoyed re-connecting with his Aunt Margaret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMGKXWXmrvs/ThIwzNR9KrI/AAAAAAAAFrw/FwOhYPmqcB4/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMGKXWXmrvs/ThIwzNR9KrI/AAAAAAAAFrw/FwOhYPmqcB4/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612540835605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I finally pushed Keith over the edge.  Ashley joined us on the patio, too.  Alex &amp;amp; Ethan were both busy w/friends so weren't able to visit.  Derrick is another non-photo lovin' person, but he was here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxj-Dn4qA0U/ThIwtu2Z5tI/AAAAAAAAFro/1Wqf1hxZj00/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxj-Dn4qA0U/ThIwtu2Z5tI/AAAAAAAAFro/1Wqf1hxZj00/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612446767638226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Words cannot express how wonderful it was to have this time with my sister and my niece &amp;amp; nephew.  Both kids are sweet and witty and smart and funny.  I LOVED their visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, today happens to be my sister's birthday.  They are on their long journey home as I type this.  Drive safely!  Thanks for taking the time to make the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, dear sister!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5357709028087344594?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5357709028087344594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5357709028087344594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5357709028087344594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5357709028087344594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-margaret.html' title='Happy Birthday, Margaret!'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dn7jizKsOA/ThIxZRNezjI/AAAAAAAAFso/8BzrUvD_Nw8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5482362471205456886</id><published>2011-06-30T22:14:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:21:45.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers &amp; Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z77v7EwZgG8/Tg08x9PuKyI/AAAAAAAAFrg/yyaP3xuRJB0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z77v7EwZgG8/Tg08x9PuKyI/AAAAAAAAFrg/yyaP3xuRJB0/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624218338607377186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is peony season in my neck of the woods and I am one happy (non)camper.  Peonies are showy and they smell terrific.  Mine failed to bloom last year because I moved them the year before so this is a real treat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnyryY1o4go/Tg08tVdiMtI/AAAAAAAAFrY/rexyqaoghgU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnyryY1o4go/Tg08tVdiMtI/AAAAAAAAFrY/rexyqaoghgU/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624218259208418002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of treats, we had Quick Lasagne out of Cuisine at Home magazine this week and it has become a favorite.  It's cooked on the stovetop, using mini lasagne noodles (mafalda) then put under the broiler for a few minutes to brown the fresh mozzarella.  Whoa.  Dee-lish.  I snipped the basil from my herb garden, thankyouverymuch.  I say this because I'm impressed with myself that I'm actually using the herbs in my herb garden.  Woot.  Good intentions, you know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IDUe09vN9c0/Tg08kUSLJkI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/VJtoM3P2U6k/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IDUe09vN9c0/Tg08kUSLJkI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/VJtoM3P2U6k/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624218104273512002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This new Minnesota heat wave (after a very chilly June) has my flowers growing like crazy.  Above you see dahlia bloomin' like the band.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2F6eSkaUMc/Tg08d3IX43I/AAAAAAAAFrI/Ja750BHRs1k/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2F6eSkaUMc/Tg08d3IX43I/AAAAAAAAFrI/Ja750BHRs1k/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624217993368560498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new variety (for me) of nasturtiums.  I love the varigated leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vELJiWqsgGI/Tg08ZiNUyPI/AAAAAAAAFrA/_BU0S19uTK8/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vELJiWqsgGI/Tg08ZiNUyPI/AAAAAAAAFrA/_BU0S19uTK8/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624217919032707314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dainty brachycome are loving the humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zj9r3t9k-uM/Tg08Ukd7K0I/AAAAAAAAFq4/wcfOAC2ZlX4/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zj9r3t9k-uM/Tg08Ukd7K0I/AAAAAAAAFq4/wcfOAC2ZlX4/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624217833739856706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yellow butterfly flower is growing like a weed.  What a nice name... "butterfly flower".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYuwRoQhjII/Tg08N1Y3H4I/AAAAAAAAFqw/3VCOmFsMEgo/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYuwRoQhjII/Tg08N1Y3H4I/AAAAAAAAFqw/3VCOmFsMEgo/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624217718022938498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to peonies.  I have a packed vase of them on my kitchen island.  I included a large dark purple (called black in flower lingo) Bearded Iris to the vase as well as a few white daisies.  The whole thing... heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ep2LXKXFCYw/Tg08HNliGKI/AAAAAAAAFqo/EpBG6PqrNps/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ep2LXKXFCYw/Tg08HNliGKI/AAAAAAAAFqo/EpBG6PqrNps/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624217604259453090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pale pink (as shown above) and the white are my favorite varieties, though I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aG9TUK2PdE0/Tg07-y09rTI/AAAAAAAAFqg/0yXRrEUKSwg/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aG9TUK2PdE0/Tg07-y09rTI/AAAAAAAAFqg/0yXRrEUKSwg/s400/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624217459637464370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another meal we enjoyed this week was a grilled marinated chicken breast sandwich.  I simply used a bottle of garlic &amp;amp; herb marinade for the chicken (italian or terriyaki would be good, too).  After grilling (and toasting the buns on the grill), we added mayo, lettuce, tomato, red onion.  Oh yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to the month of June.  I have a feeling warmer days are ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZigJKAq5No/Tg07qyLr4GI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/M4y0QmTU5Z4/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5482362471205456886?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5482362471205456886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5482362471205456886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5482362471205456886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5482362471205456886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/06/flowers-food.html' title='Flowers &amp; Food'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z77v7EwZgG8/Tg08x9PuKyI/AAAAAAAAFrg/yyaP3xuRJB0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-3276506727612598641</id><published>2011-06-27T22:01:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:25:44.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fought the Lawn and the Lawn Won</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UK98qeWmuhU/TglGy5nvbwI/AAAAAAAAFqI/wIn5Kb-T2kw/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UK98qeWmuhU/TglGy5nvbwI/AAAAAAAAFqI/wIn5Kb-T2kw/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623103450023685890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I won in the end (still pondering that), but it just about got me.  You see, we bought a new mower recently, one that comes with a bag to catch your grass.  I'd love to have the number of the person who invented this so I could simply ask, "why?".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-SAKVfdvBg/TglGsObZT4I/AAAAAAAAFqA/Kco97Cuoukg/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-SAKVfdvBg/TglGsObZT4I/AAAAAAAAFqA/Kco97Cuoukg/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623103335349964674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to enjoy mowing the lawn once in awhile.  You know, fresh air, exercise, a feeling of accomplishment.  Who doesn't love the smell of freshly cut grass?  Not to mention viewing the lines that form? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_69sJJRndI/TglGldC6mNI/AAAAAAAAFp4/_rJudOtAw9U/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_69sJJRndI/TglGldC6mNI/AAAAAAAAFp4/_rJudOtAw9U/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623103219014736082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The grass was so long after a week of rain and I probably pushed the mower to its limit so it needed to *rest* every time I emptied the bag.  It wouldn't start right away for me, which gave me time to take photos, and get more and more frustrated.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tuTNsItONk/TglGe_KELOI/AAAAAAAAFpw/U3B8S_NykoY/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tuTNsItONk/TglGe_KELOI/AAAAAAAAFpw/U3B8S_NykoY/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623103107912445154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm only showing you half the flower bed because the other half isn't weeded yet.  In fact this half has a few weeds left.  Shhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JuVTYHtQX7s/TglGV5YB7JI/AAAAAAAAFpo/tz7dbk7cDd8/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JuVTYHtQX7s/TglGV5YB7JI/AAAAAAAAFpo/tz7dbk7cDd8/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102951741582482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this point on Friday night, I've come a long way, baby.  And, it has taken a long time.  Baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj4iJ6JyyoM/TglGPH12HJI/AAAAAAAAFpg/1psaBNyyCgs/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj4iJ6JyyoM/TglGPH12HJI/AAAAAAAAFpg/1psaBNyyCgs/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102835365649554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I noticed that I still need to plant this fun find.  It's coral bell (real name: heuchera).  One of my cousins is crazy for heuchera so I've taken an interest lately.  I love the lime green color of this particular one.  There are many varieties of heuchera to discover.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RH56YabxgA/TglGIyLl7mI/AAAAAAAAFpY/9H-Qi-YIYxw/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RH56YabxgA/TglGIyLl7mI/AAAAAAAAFpY/9H-Qi-YIYxw/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102726472068706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing she enjoys are the whimsical names given to each.  This one is called Lime Ricky and I can't help thinking I could use one of those about now (even though I have no clue what it is). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gaby6gmSnWg/TglF_Dk7GeI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/Efz-HRSpyyc/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gaby6gmSnWg/TglF_Dk7GeI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/Efz-HRSpyyc/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102559343024610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the cliff of long grass.  With a bagger mower you have to stop and empty the bag loaded with heavy grass every couple of rows or so.  mmm hhmm.  Stop the mower, unhook the bag, carry heavy bag across the lawn to dump it, hook it back up.  Why all this extra work?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mees2lTnQaE/TglFvfQHwGI/AAAAAAAAFpI/VGOUklNQXNI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mees2lTnQaE/TglFvfQHwGI/AAAAAAAAFpI/VGOUklNQXNI/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102291894059106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You also have to tip the mower on its side to pull &amp;amp; prod &amp;amp; dig out the grass that is stuck/tied around the blade every.single.time you stop and empty the bag.  I was not having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cftcjn5nuWI/TglFpkoHfjI/AAAAAAAAFpA/nSMD0Bko1PE/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cftcjn5nuWI/TglFpkoHfjI/AAAAAAAAFpA/nSMD0Bko1PE/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102190257667634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One time, the mower accidentally tipped all the way over and gas leaked into the engine.  Fun times.  I definitely let it sit and rest that time.  I didn't want to start a fire.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQohh6fRCBo/TglFj9eLjYI/AAAAAAAAFo4/uo56SSBi3O8/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQohh6fRCBo/TglFj9eLjYI/AAAAAAAAFo4/uo56SSBi3O8/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102093847661954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We live inside city limits, but we are lucky to have a big double lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SP-Ua0eDEmk/TglFc4FIh2I/AAAAAAAAFow/PKE6wOd2t8g/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SP-Ua0eDEmk/TglFc4FIh2I/AAAAAAAAFow/PKE6wOd2t8g/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623101972141344610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't feeling so lucky while I was cutting that lawn for 3 hours (yes, lots of breaks) on Friday night and another 2 hours on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaQeO8-HShM/TglFV1ROoSI/AAAAAAAAFoo/ZbMmbeZ0jgs/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaQeO8-HShM/TglFV1ROoSI/AAAAAAAAFoo/ZbMmbeZ0jgs/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623101851127685410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By Saturday, I finally got the hang of it and could tell when it was time to empty the bag.  The mower makes a lovely noise, you just have to tune in to it.  This was my first time using it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kg9HzbNRG2Y/TglFMfueOpI/AAAAAAAAFog/KG2LhUae2hk/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kg9HzbNRG2Y/TglFMfueOpI/AAAAAAAAFog/KG2LhUae2hk/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623101690725939858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The smaller side yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4lynJT8fjo/TglFDz57BVI/AAAAAAAAFoY/oxDnK7TD3TY/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4lynJT8fjo/TglFDz57BVI/AAAAAAAAFoY/oxDnK7TD3TY/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623101541523850578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDxXkbtyG0A/TglE269wepI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/NDOwsU6-SOQ/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDxXkbtyG0A/TglE269wepI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/NDOwsU6-SOQ/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623101320080685714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have a lot of grass to mow.  And, I'm thankful.  Thankful that my family arrived home safe and sound from their trip to Saskatoon and I can pass the lawn mowing baton to them.  I deserve a t-shirt at the very least.  I would like it to say, "I fought the lawn and the lawn won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end, even though I got it all done, that mower got the best of me.  It chewed me up and spit me out.  I wish I would have counted how many times I had to stop and empty that bag.  I may be lawnologically damaged.  I'm sure there are worse things.  I still like a good ol' push mower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-3276506727612598641?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/3276506727612598641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=3276506727612598641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3276506727612598641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3276506727612598641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-fought-lawn-and-lawn-won.html' title='I Fought the Lawn and the Lawn Won'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UK98qeWmuhU/TglGy5nvbwI/AAAAAAAAFqI/wIn5Kb-T2kw/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-6424493070450003131</id><published>2011-06-21T22:02:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:58:25.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making the world pretty, one yard at a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FY4YCNkX6nI/TgFeXk9ntNI/AAAAAAAAFoI/EQ1NLuokXKs/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FY4YCNkX6nI/TgFeXk9ntNI/AAAAAAAAFoI/EQ1NLuokXKs/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620877569087222994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday I had great fun heading out of town to St.Cloud, Minnesota for the sole purpose of shopping for and helping plant flowers for a good friend's daughter.  We managed to find a few items as you can see in the packed trunk above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cymWzJnYyF8/TgFeSTxqrPI/AAAAAAAAFoA/_J8ocAEsCN0/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cymWzJnYyF8/TgFeSTxqrPI/AAAAAAAAFoA/_J8ocAEsCN0/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620877478574337266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost got lost in the backseat on our way home.  It was a jungle in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psCk1xpsU54/TgFeM_AX_CI/AAAAAAAAFn4/p1wo-pZj4_Q/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psCk1xpsU54/TgFeM_AX_CI/AAAAAAAAFn4/p1wo-pZj4_Q/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620877387099536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unloading our purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCEPO76xTyM/TgFeGb1bckI/AAAAAAAAFnw/-xdYZxjXCyc/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCEPO76xTyM/TgFeGb1bckI/AAAAAAAAFnw/-xdYZxjXCyc/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620877274579169858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barb got a phone call right during the photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SuBD3y2yxI/TgFeAtTRT5I/AAAAAAAAFno/NLvdrNvPqpA/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SuBD3y2yxI/TgFeAtTRT5I/AAAAAAAAFno/NLvdrNvPqpA/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620877176188522386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still talkin'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLWkFxFh2X0/TgFd5t5V4tI/AAAAAAAAFng/wAJlbcJMy5s/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLWkFxFh2X0/TgFd5t5V4tI/AAAAAAAAFng/wAJlbcJMy5s/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620877056089121490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mom, are you almost done?"  Getting off the phone now.  These photos make me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPkfQQSPaA4/TgFdu8o0HCI/AAAAAAAAFnY/drxXmLFlJNk/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPkfQQSPaA4/TgFdu8o0HCI/AAAAAAAAFnY/drxXmLFlJNk/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620876871067769890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, everything is better in flowerland once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTmttXHOXYE/TgFdoTKXMoI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/SSCAeMHGRfk/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTmttXHOXYE/TgFdoTKXMoI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/SSCAeMHGRfk/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620876756854977154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found a lot of lovelies.  I expect fairies &amp;amp; honeybirds &amp;amp; butterflies to show up any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr4-3ddqwOU/TgFdVlhRCgI/AAAAAAAAFnA/X10ZLvDEWVs/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr4-3ddqwOU/TgFdVlhRCgI/AAAAAAAAFnA/X10ZLvDEWVs/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620876435365366274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They always look so good squashed together in the box flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7VKhjnP1PI/TgFdOwXxmMI/AAAAAAAAFm4/Wp6NohTaTuM/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7VKhjnP1PI/TgFdOwXxmMI/AAAAAAAAFm4/Wp6NohTaTuM/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620876318019262658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made up several rules on this trip.  Rule # one... we must eat at a restaurant that we do not have in our hometown.  We ate lunch at Panera Bread, essentially fast food that is healthy.  I am in love w/the menu and wish we had one in our hometown.  Apparently, I made up a silent rule that you must close your eyes and hold up your knee during photo sessions.  Barb &amp;amp; Erin are not obeying that rule as they look way too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAZySOGhvGQ/TgFdCU18bcI/AAAAAAAAFmw/jm-4P6xFyzo/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAZySOGhvGQ/TgFdCU18bcI/AAAAAAAAFmw/jm-4P6xFyzo/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620876104471178690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many pots were planted, potting soil and empty plastic containers flying everywhere (don't worry, we cleaned up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlY8Iz02e1M/TgFcvyEi7SI/AAAAAAAAFmo/y4jBrTpjcNg/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlY8Iz02e1M/TgFcvyEi7SI/AAAAAAAAFmo/y4jBrTpjcNg/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620875785899535650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to make a rule that whatever plants were sitting on your lap on the ride from the flower shop, you get to keep.  They vetoed that rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlXGXuYy53Y/TgFcp08eUcI/AAAAAAAAFmg/X8gwjBrQ_rw/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlXGXuYy53Y/TgFcp08eUcI/AAAAAAAAFmg/X8gwjBrQ_rw/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620875683591770562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate dinner at Olive Garden (I can't get enough of their salad, can you?).  I ordered the Ravioli di Portobello which was scrumptious, but I couldn't quit eyeing the Grilled Shrimp Caprese (yes, Erin, I want to taste one of the shrimp after all, thanks for offering.  Is it too late?).  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Byt4Q4tgx0/TgFckShqX2I/AAAAAAAAFmY/oDn-p12WFF0/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Byt4Q4tgx0/TgFckShqX2I/AAAAAAAAFmY/oDn-p12WFF0/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620875588453162850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a fun day we had!  Food, flowers, &amp;amp; laughter, does life get any better?   Wait a minute, I'm getting a call on my cell phone.....  kidding.  And, I'm ready to make up a new rule about that!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-6424493070450003131?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/6424493070450003131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=6424493070450003131&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6424493070450003131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6424493070450003131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/06/making-world-pretty-one-yard-at-time.html' title='making the world pretty, one yard at a time.'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FY4YCNkX6nI/TgFeXk9ntNI/AAAAAAAAFoI/EQ1NLuokXKs/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-6031121168556153458</id><published>2011-06-10T21:37:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:36:51.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Beautiful Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvh48BmtozY/TfLX8yuXufI/AAAAAAAAFmI/ARVNNSABwP0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvh48BmtozY/TfLX8yuXufI/AAAAAAAAFmI/ARVNNSABwP0/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616789124692818418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  The word "beautiful" is officially on my living room wall.  I recently hosted an Uppercase Living party and the demonstrator picked a spot and randomly stuck this word to my wall as I was checking the veggie tray &amp;amp; pink lemonade in the kitchen (she needed to demonstrate).  Don't worry, it's removable, but it's starting to grow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYdJfTuc2QI/TfLXz357hEI/AAAAAAAAFmA/GScSFuiIRtk/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYdJfTuc2QI/TfLXz357hEI/AAAAAAAAFmA/GScSFuiIRtk/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616788971464655938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also helped me add "welcome" to my front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lWIkrkmyFI/TfLXtBNUUpI/AAAAAAAAFl4/OWZ9fK1llY4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lWIkrkmyFI/TfLXtBNUUpI/AAAAAAAAFl4/OWZ9fK1llY4/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616788853702808210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a little tricky on the bead board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCg83REvqAo/TfLXdf0k7DI/AAAAAAAAFlw/_-eyVgW02NU/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCg83REvqAo/TfLXdf0k7DI/AAAAAAAAFlw/_-eyVgW02NU/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616788587042630706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adding to this beautiful life is the small bouquet of Lily of the Valley whose perfumed scent is wafting toward me as I type.... heavenly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJTboXu5iy4/TfLXWmSbK2I/AAAAAAAAFlo/_pcgUhoQZ_o/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJTboXu5iy4/TfLXWmSbK2I/AAAAAAAAFlo/_pcgUhoQZ_o/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616788468519349090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freshly picked from the yard today, I not only adore the smell, but love the little white bell shaped flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7JMaoHAaKjk/TfLXQqdgWfI/AAAAAAAAFlg/h-SuNL4XLHE/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7JMaoHAaKjk/TfLXQqdgWfI/AAAAAAAAFlg/h-SuNL4XLHE/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616788366560352754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So lacy, delicate &amp;amp; sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg72dvwFOUM/TfLW8n9pi9I/AAAAAAAAFlY/ANrWJ-p7Quo/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg72dvwFOUM/TfLW8n9pi9I/AAAAAAAAFlY/ANrWJ-p7Quo/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616788022292483026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just tossed the lilacs so it's nice to have a fresh bouquet on the kitchen island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8WxpJKvGpo/TfLWXzkeloI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/OkmEHHwmRuE/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8WxpJKvGpo/TfLWXzkeloI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/OkmEHHwmRuE/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616787389752972930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex asked if he could have a few friends over to play games tonight.  There are 10 boys in my dining room at the moment.  TEN.  Two are ours, eight are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hao1brnTrZ8/TfLWQUX76RI/AAAAAAAAFlI/Sm6GYIDUQ_0/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hao1brnTrZ8/TfLWQUX76RI/AAAAAAAAFlI/Sm6GYIDUQ_0/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616787261119785234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a lot of very large, somewhat smelly, tennis shoes sitting in my entryway.  And you wonder why I need flowers to offset that smell?  Teasing, it's not that bad.  Cough.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlPY1Cr009k/TfLWJx5yWQI/AAAAAAAAFlA/FJJ5w_JxFGM/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlPY1Cr009k/TfLWJx5yWQI/AAAAAAAAFlA/FJJ5w_JxFGM/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616787148787308802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a lot of laughter coming from the dining room.  I am convinced this adds to the beauty of the home and I will miss it terribly when they don't come around anymore (please take note of my cute mismatched chairs).  ;o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvcnO1fLt3c/TfLV29AQ6tI/AAAAAAAAFk4/oFjToe7LcY0/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvcnO1fLt3c/TfLV29AQ6tI/AAAAAAAAFk4/oFjToe7LcY0/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616786825349753554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won't miss ordering all that pizza though.  And, coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-en7D2NGVq7M/TfLVgPJa1eI/AAAAAAAAFkw/OhM6OtAJJzs/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-en7D2NGVq7M/TfLVgPJa1eI/AAAAAAAAFkw/OhM6OtAJJzs/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616786435082999266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's end on a flower note, shall we?  I sure do like these daisy-like, cheerful brachycomes.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful life, indeed.  Now, to leave the word "beautiful" up or not?  I'm going to sit with it for awhile and see what my friends think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly been a nice Friday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-6031121168556153458?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/6031121168556153458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=6031121168556153458&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6031121168556153458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/6031121168556153458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-beautiful-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Beautiful Life'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvh48BmtozY/TfLX8yuXufI/AAAAAAAAFmI/ARVNNSABwP0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-8295373247865958679</id><published>2011-06-08T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:51:19.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks on Bixby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJAKiTvdVM0/TfA9YWCX5zI/AAAAAAAAFko/ojBk3DgbFaY/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJAKiTvdVM0/TfA9YWCX5zI/AAAAAAAAFko/ojBk3DgbFaY/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616056223772698418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Strange things are happening in my neighborhood.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just last week I was fixing lunch and peering out my kitchen window when a doe, a deer, a female deer galloped down my street.  I live inside city limits and have never seen such a sight.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LM73mGwGMnw/TfA9Q9DhkZI/AAAAAAAAFkg/mxFl7Ki_42U/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LM73mGwGMnw/TfA9Q9DhkZI/AAAAAAAAFkg/mxFl7Ki_42U/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616056096807555474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, while I was away, Ethan was looking out the kitchen window and spotted a mama duck and her many ducklings marching down our sidewalk.  Yes, that's my corner flower bed and I'm sorry about the weeds.  I'll get to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvvMkgAP4AA/TfA9ITPWXQI/AAAAAAAAFkY/AqpXVBnBViw/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvvMkgAP4AA/TfA9ITPWXQI/AAAAAAAAFkY/AqpXVBnBViw/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616055948143910146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're only a block from Lake Bemidji so I assume that's where they're headed.  You know, for a day at the lake.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out my trusty Birds of Minnesota field guide by Stan Tekiela, I'm guessing this is a female Common Merganser.  Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Ethan, for grabbing my camera and taking photos.  You figured I would want to see them and yep, you were right.  :o)  (He took these photos from inside the house and zoomed in, by the way). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make way for ducklings.  What is next to see on Bixby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-8295373247865958679?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/8295373247865958679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=8295373247865958679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/8295373247865958679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/8295373247865958679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/06/ducks-on-bixby.html' title='Ducks on Bixby?'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJAKiTvdVM0/TfA9YWCX5zI/AAAAAAAAFko/ojBk3DgbFaY/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-3243935486481148643</id><published>2011-06-01T20:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:18:06.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X-eADSLJO4/TebtoCoL_pI/AAAAAAAAFkM/WN6gkgHZrQI/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X-eADSLJO4/TebtoCoL_pI/AAAAAAAAFkM/WN6gkgHZrQI/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613435257719881362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside my window...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; dusk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; school is about to end.  Am I ready to be flooded w/teens?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;a sunny day for planting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Freschetta frozen pizza &amp;amp; locally grown asparagus, roasted.  An unlikely duo is what you're thinking, but my meal planning time is limited these days.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;jean capris, flip flops and a t-shirt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; potted flowers here, there and everywhere.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; nowhere for the next two days.  Daycare in my home&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;just finished the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.  My review: charming, clever, funny in spots, poignant, sad, informative of WWII.  Worth the read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; for a nice hot (within reason) summer, which is not what is being predicted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; two teens tell their Dad how their day went.  A bit stressful w/interviews for jobs &amp;amp; tryouts for showchoir for next year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; neat &amp;amp; tidy since I hosted book club last night.  Those gals don't make a mess, thank goodness.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; seeing the light at the end of the tunnel of flower planting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;attending approx. 6 graduation open houses on Sat. &amp;amp; Sun.  Let's just hope they have good food.  :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of thought I am sharing... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; can I share more than one?  Thanks!  I knew you'd say yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uq8yRy7lW3o/TebtOAqgswI/AAAAAAAAFkE/FaQmuo2u_ow/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uq8yRy7lW3o/TebtOAqgswI/AAAAAAAAFkE/FaQmuo2u_ow/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613434810516157186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheerful violas in a white wooden box by my front door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArWHRPvmjQw/Tebs-fcNMkI/AAAAAAAAFj8/bqSnHLcZ__w/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArWHRPvmjQw/Tebs-fcNMkI/AAAAAAAAFj8/bqSnHLcZ__w/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613434543899750978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yellow dahlias blooming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rK9R4QNC0Q/TebswYvndxI/AAAAAAAAFj0/fmoXV6_57H4/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rK9R4QNC0Q/TebswYvndxI/AAAAAAAAFj0/fmoXV6_57H4/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613434301583947538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A striped dahlia just opening up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lA1LqcWupvY/TebsigWqsRI/AAAAAAAAFjs/ZdI-yJW4SFA/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lA1LqcWupvY/TebsigWqsRI/AAAAAAAAFjs/ZdI-yJW4SFA/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613434063108616466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dahlias are floating my boat right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoi_m_1izAY/TebsDNnO8WI/AAAAAAAAFjk/ihGxVEu0zHA/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoi_m_1izAY/TebsDNnO8WI/AAAAAAAAFjk/ihGxVEu0zHA/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613433525501882722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently planted my herb garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikWCuCFa3P8/Tebr8woyS8I/AAAAAAAAFjc/2n5k_uO0Dj8/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikWCuCFa3P8/Tebr8woyS8I/AAAAAAAAFjc/2n5k_uO0Dj8/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613433414644550594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought 3 small stems of ranunculus (at a local florist called KD Floral)  to put in a short square vase to set on the table amongst my food for book club.  I am currently enthralled with this particular flower.  So many layers of petals! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy June 1st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-3243935486481148643?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/3243935486481148643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=3243935486481148643&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3243935486481148643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/3243935486481148643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-today.html' title='For Today'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X-eADSLJO4/TebtoCoL_pI/AAAAAAAAFkM/WN6gkgHZrQI/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-5010032676849364060</id><published>2011-05-27T19:15:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:07:22.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowering Maple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaZ0eA_zDPQ/TeBJXJl4ROI/AAAAAAAAFjM/nKc0zJd_NrU/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaZ0eA_zDPQ/TeBJXJl4ROI/AAAAAAAAFjM/nKc0zJd_NrU/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611565797764252898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s a new plant in town.  Or, at least, in my porch.  It's new to me, but maybe it's old hat to you.  It's got me mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ8moIAdak4/TeBJRJqrvjI/AAAAAAAAFjE/5hZn3mJPx24/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ8moIAdak4/TeBJRJqrvjI/AAAAAAAAFjE/5hZn3mJPx24/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611565694705188402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought one in white and one in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMN0oealxsA/TeBJBtY9JNI/AAAAAAAAFi8/etot5P9316c/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMN0oealxsA/TeBJBtY9JNI/AAAAAAAAFi8/etot5P9316c/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611565429416600786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blooms are very poppy-like: large, wispy, delicate, papery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmLp4alluYk/TeBIzYafg5I/AAAAAAAAFi0/36Y_YcewJPA/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmLp4alluYk/TeBIzYafg5I/AAAAAAAAFi0/36Y_YcewJPA/s400/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611565183267734418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a flowering maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCPnlA2_sL8/TeBAPRFKSwI/AAAAAAAAFis/8B6Sw-inii4/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCPnlA2_sL8/TeBAPRFKSwI/AAAAAAAAFis/8B6Sw-inii4/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611555766730902274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It comes in several colors.  I'm told it makes a good houseplant.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anXk61uWw4s/TeBAJSX1sLI/AAAAAAAAFik/KRsI7k-k5zM/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anXk61uWw4s/TeBAJSX1sLI/AAAAAAAAFik/KRsI7k-k5zM/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611555663998464178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the tag.  I googled it to learn more.  It's a perennial in zone 8.  HA.  I'm in zone 3b.  I can use it as an annual.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CsuB4SsotM4/TeBAB5WnRBI/AAAAAAAAFic/qFb-dgu3ThI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CsuB4SsotM4/TeBAB5WnRBI/AAAAAAAAFic/qFb-dgu3ThI/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611555537023353874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's light, airy, and tropical in appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6ydJ9a3U_U/TeA_7uH6RfI/AAAAAAAAFiU/107sz24bADo/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6ydJ9a3U_U/TeA_7uH6RfI/AAAAAAAAFiU/107sz24bADo/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611555430929679858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just might like the buds more than the opened bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIBTeFoXBuY/TeA_wSw0n6I/AAAAAAAAFiM/3keb02-c1Nk/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIBTeFoXBuY/TeA_wSw0n6I/AAAAAAAAFiM/3keb02-c1Nk/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611555234606522274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leaves have grabbed my attention as well.  Looks like a maple tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cymljXuN6Zk/TeA_hCxjGdI/AAAAAAAAFiE/vOGMG2-mYMU/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cymljXuN6Zk/TeA_hCxjGdI/AAAAAAAAFiE/vOGMG2-mYMU/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611554972616563154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's still sitting in its 4" pot waiting to be planted and has surprised me with its growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzNHyQ67wXM/TeA_awq0yZI/AAAAAAAAFh8/Y7WSsbpbVcc/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzNHyQ67wXM/TeA_awq0yZI/AAAAAAAAFh8/Y7WSsbpbVcc/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611554864677308818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't decide whether to plant it alone or in a mixed pot?  On my front step or on my patio?  Outside or use it as an indoor houseplant right out of the shoot?  Decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNYlJhNcCjw/TeA_R7mJV0I/AAAAAAAAFh0/WFSJuL5sb7g/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNYlJhNcCjw/TeA_R7mJV0I/AAAAAAAAFh0/WFSJuL5sb7g/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611554712991651650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do know I love those buds.  Aren't they sweet?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gysFuFAbUY/TeA_LZyH-0I/AAAAAAAAFhs/5f8XnMSkvvY/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gysFuFAbUY/TeA_LZyH-0I/AAAAAAAAFhs/5f8XnMSkvvY/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611554600835873602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The more buds the better.  Cute!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIAV6AMwaig/TeA_DLdCzKI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SeQd6pNhnYM/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIAV6AMwaig/TeA_DLdCzKI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SeQd6pNhnYM/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611554459550403746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like this bud is ready to bite into that leaf.  Okay, the rain is making me crazy.  I need to plant my flowers instead of blogging about them in their plastic containers.  Aaaaack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more floral enjoyment, check out my cousin Kristi's blog, which showcases the flowers she's recently planted.  It'll cheer you right up!   http://ohfercute.blogspot.com/2011/05/garden-tour-continues.html. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great long weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-5010032676849364060?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/5010032676849364060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=5010032676849364060&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5010032676849364060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/5010032676849364060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/05/flowering-maple.html' title='Flowering Maple'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaZ0eA_zDPQ/TeBJXJl4ROI/AAAAAAAAFjM/nKc0zJd_NrU/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-2033678811222402174</id><published>2011-05-21T17:34:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T18:13:45.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hJ9SrFrBhU/Tdg_gsWO4FI/AAAAAAAAFhU/STP5gkFxUOA/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hJ9SrFrBhU/Tdg_gsWO4FI/AAAAAAAAFhU/STP5gkFxUOA/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609303166782726226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I guess I'll make some soup.  Chicken Tortilla soup, to be exact (with homemade croutons).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;I like to try new recipes and found this one called Amazing Chicken Tortilla Soup on recipezaar.com.  I left out the jalapeno &amp;amp; green pepper mainly because I didn't have either on hand, but also because my kids are happier that way.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-laOANbyRgUE/Tdg_bnQtuBI/AAAAAAAAFhM/bj0aF2vJ1l0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-laOANbyRgUE/Tdg_bnQtuBI/AAAAAAAAFhM/bj0aF2vJ1l0/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609303079518058514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of kids, there are only two of them home this evening and I felt like being extra nice.  They are watching a movie (Inception) with their father and I decided to deliver their meals to them on trays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kb-QQsFe4A/Tdg_WXjxrDI/AAAAAAAAFhE/atP1Zz1-XFM/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kb-QQsFe4A/Tdg_WXjxrDI/AAAAAAAAFhE/atP1Zz1-XFM/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609302989403696178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you curious why the peanut butter/jelly toast?  When I was little my mom would serve peanut butter toast alongside her hamburger/tomato goulash or her homemade chili.  I don't know why, but to her they went together.  I don't always do this, but tonight I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJr033RWHYk/Tdg-nui1loI/AAAAAAAAFg8/-F_7xKd4TD0/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJr033RWHYk/Tdg-nui1loI/AAAAAAAAFg8/-F_7xKd4TD0/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609302188119922306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmm.... blueberries in your own little dish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQHTDNGX9Kw/Tdg-hQ8IwtI/AAAAAAAAFg0/n_epusE6V6U/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQHTDNGX9Kw/Tdg-hQ8IwtI/AAAAAAAAFg0/n_epusE6V6U/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609302077093757650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meals have been scarce around here for the past few days.  It feels good to serve them tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHB94t9JmO4/Tdg-dBjX3oI/AAAAAAAAFgs/NOyKvRzhROE/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHB94t9JmO4/Tdg-dBjX3oI/AAAAAAAAFgs/NOyKvRzhROE/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609302004243881602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact, I think I'll make some hot chocolate at the end of their meal.  That will bring a smile or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POzmG_X2u7U/Tdg-Xl1Dy5I/AAAAAAAAFgk/fEkyh0PZWvU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POzmG_X2u7U/Tdg-Xl1Dy5I/AAAAAAAAFgk/fEkyh0PZWvU/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609301910902524818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-koWc0a7leNg/Tdg-TDFU4hI/AAAAAAAAFgc/C8VlKCzZ8L8/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-koWc0a7leNg/Tdg-TDFU4hI/AAAAAAAAFgc/C8VlKCzZ8L8/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609301832856035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7EU7VSKesWg/Tdg-Ncg-PZI/AAAAAAAAFgU/9RE9xIjEuYY/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7EU7VSKesWg/Tdg-Ncg-PZI/AAAAAAAAFgU/9RE9xIjEuYY/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609301736603663762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, the close up did Ethan in.  No more photos.  It's been a good day.  The moral of the story is:  when rain ruins your plans of yard work &amp;amp; planting: make soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-2033678811222402174?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/2033678811222402174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=2033678811222402174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2033678811222402174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/2033678811222402174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away...'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hJ9SrFrBhU/Tdg_gsWO4FI/AAAAAAAAFhU/STP5gkFxUOA/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-4581816835375087214</id><published>2011-05-14T21:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:28:40.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in the Porch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3nXB_MtbU74/Tc9ABfnHSbI/AAAAAAAAFgM/Yr6c7-QVOoE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3nXB_MtbU74/Tc9ABfnHSbI/AAAAAAAAFgM/Yr6c7-QVOoE/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606770455509158322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here you go: another quick post focusing on my front porch and the contents within (stop rolling your eyes).  Above you see a hanging basket of calibrochoa (million bells).  I will take it out of the plastic container and put it in something else and add more soil.  I love this flower, but it tends to dry out unless I baby it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5iuggG6aEU/Tc8_6BGQ8QI/AAAAAAAAFgE/6esYRxxw5m0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5iuggG6aEU/Tc8_6BGQ8QI/AAAAAAAAFgE/6esYRxxw5m0/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606770327059230978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dahlias... I think I'll plant a mix of yellow, orange &amp;amp; red in the tall red pot at the bottom of my front steps.  That is, when it's warm enough.  Hurry, hurry hurry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-0BSHMWGDU/Tc8_y5530lI/AAAAAAAAFf8/B2UFZAwm-5A/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-0BSHMWGDU/Tc8_y5530lI/AAAAAAAAFf8/B2UFZAwm-5A/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606770204869120594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bench is pretty packed now.  Yes, Claire, that's your book club book and I see you must have picked it up today.  You're going to love the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (yes, I had to grab my book to copy the title because I cannot memorize it.  Never will).     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3iFfOnhWcI/Tc8_tkc_XZI/AAAAAAAAFf0/GYBm7cx8LzQ/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3iFfOnhWcI/Tc8_tkc_XZI/AAAAAAAAFf0/GYBm7cx8LzQ/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606770113211489682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocking chair is loaded down with blooms.  There will be no rocking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TynRK5o6rI/Tc8_n-TjMAI/AAAAAAAAFfs/5CAbDhYZGBU/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TynRK5o6rI/Tc8_n-TjMAI/AAAAAAAAFfs/5CAbDhYZGBU/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606770017072001026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Floor space is limited.  Step carefully.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_TpvRFHEA4/Tc8_iPa5lHI/AAAAAAAAFfk/zPUtEjvkvSQ/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_TpvRFHEA4/Tc8_iPa5lHI/AAAAAAAAFfk/zPUtEjvkvSQ/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606769918587016306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 7 day forecast says we should have sunshine and 70* weather for the next week.  Hope. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbJv8Sz11i8/Tc8_aRBbRWI/AAAAAAAAFfc/AwurxQu8rn4/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbJv8Sz11i8/Tc8_aRBbRWI/AAAAAAAAFfc/AwurxQu8rn4/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606769781578089826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did leave a path so we can shimmy in and out the front door, in case you're wondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx6AK65I7WY/Tc8_PjWcvxI/AAAAAAAAFfU/2JLiQy8j5gA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx6AK65I7WY/Tc8_PjWcvxI/AAAAAAAAFfU/2JLiQy8j5gA/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606769597519544082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, we have violas (or johnny jump ups as my Grandma Lucy would say) growing at random in our backyard.  I mowed some of the grass for the first time today, but couldn't mow these down.  Yes, our grass looks funny now.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the weather will cooperate and let me plant a few pots and unload my porch.  In the meantime, I have daycare moms trying to shop on their way out.  :o)  It's fun to share the color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-4581816835375087214?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/4581816835375087214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=4581816835375087214&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4581816835375087214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4581816835375087214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-in-porch.html' title='Still in the Porch'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3nXB_MtbU74/Tc9ABfnHSbI/AAAAAAAAFgM/Yr6c7-QVOoE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-7589518347292802418</id><published>2011-05-09T22:36:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:24:16.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooded w/ Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmXc0KHmfss/Tci0cM3gviI/AAAAAAAAFfM/JZc9C7jAN4w/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmXc0KHmfss/Tci0cM3gviI/AAAAAAAAFfM/JZc9C7jAN4w/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604928132845977122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The flowers in my front porch are multiplying like rabbits.  It's the same problem I have with paperwork/mail that tends to collect on my kitchen island.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TI8QhHfRiP0/Tci0W9isg7I/AAAAAAAAFfE/CMzvlwJd88A/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TI8QhHfRiP0/Tci0W9isg7I/AAAAAAAAFfE/CMzvlwJd88A/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604928042832790450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been having fun perusing local greenhouses... can you tell?  I need to stay home for a week or so.  It's way too early to plant in Northern Minnesota.  Brrr! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_iFGFsR1o0/Tci0Nfq1LiI/AAAAAAAAFe8/1fchG7K_ZXY/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_iFGFsR1o0/Tci0Nfq1LiI/AAAAAAAAFe8/1fchG7K_ZXY/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604927880195026466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got pink cosmos?  Check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qu5PZZj0o2o/Tci0EgyTtCI/AAAAAAAAFe0/uzRc2gReDZQ/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qu5PZZj0o2o/Tci0EgyTtCI/AAAAAAAAFe0/uzRc2gReDZQ/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604927725875999778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got white?  Check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JO8JkGTcWAo/Tciz_XIKskI/AAAAAAAAFes/wFzKpKGAUEc/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JO8JkGTcWAo/Tciz_XIKskI/AAAAAAAAFes/wFzKpKGAUEc/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604927637383983682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least one gerbera daisy plant?  Check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lO3XHjC5Hfc/Tciz43_cnUI/AAAAAAAAFek/y9iUsyQubFo/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lO3XHjC5Hfc/Tciz43_cnUI/AAAAAAAAFek/y9iUsyQubFo/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604927525946694978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few non-stop begonias?  Check.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGUAbHdEIis/TciztxKADtI/AAAAAAAAFec/h6aQEhGTPac/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9jyN8UpJlQ/TcizkS8bSkI/AAAAAAAAFeU/UXyDBzI49LQ/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9jyN8UpJlQ/TcizkS8bSkI/AAAAAAAAFeU/UXyDBzI49LQ/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604927172404529730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dahlias in several colors?  Check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPOcgcmL_QM/TcizeFc0RFI/AAAAAAAAFeM/kcjeVHfT_vY/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPOcgcmL_QM/TcizeFc0RFI/AAAAAAAAFeM/kcjeVHfT_vY/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604927065703072850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My front porch is flooded w/color and I can't wait to get it all into pots or in the ground.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZljXuNNOzM/TcizWUSu-BI/AAAAAAAAFeE/4DBdq0rLNgw/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZljXuNNOzM/TcizWUSu-BI/AAAAAAAAFeE/4DBdq0rLNgw/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604926932248360978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh spring.  I love this time of year.  I load up on healthy looking plants that I enjoy and then dig out my pots and let the creativity begin.  I feel like a painter, organizing colors and textures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho7n5cwxEj8/TcizOQKUY9I/AAAAAAAAFd8/MC1xD-IT_WY/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho7n5cwxEj8/TcizOQKUY9I/AAAAAAAAFd8/MC1xD-IT_WY/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604926793700369362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This big beauty completely shocked me by blooming today.  It's a yellow hibiscus that I stored inside over the winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is a time to pay attention to your senses:  listen to the bird's song, feel the warm sun &amp;amp; breeze on your skin, view the colorful flowers &amp;amp; green of the trees, taste a healthy meal and breathe in that earthy scent that is spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-7589518347292802418?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/7589518347292802418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=7589518347292802418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/7589518347292802418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/7589518347292802418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/05/flooded-w-flowers.html' title='Flooded w/ Flowers'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmXc0KHmfss/Tci0cM3gviI/AAAAAAAAFfM/JZc9C7jAN4w/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-4611849048062256352</id><published>2011-05-05T18:52:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:51:54.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Flower Finds of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4TpRAa64xLM/TcM8b_VIcHI/AAAAAAAAFdk/85VEQpigA58/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4TpRAa64xLM/TcM8b_VIcHI/AAAAAAAAFdk/85VEQpigA58/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603388812933230706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The pillow in my front porch says it all, especially the part about flowers being welcome in May.  You're welcome, too, but only if you bring flower money.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3B4ntql_Vc/TcM8IAgFLnI/AAAAAAAAFdc/_8s4Gc7hjio/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3B4ntql_Vc/TcM8IAgFLnI/AAAAAAAAFdc/_8s4Gc7hjio/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603388469650206322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, the greenhouses in town opened.  And, it was the perfect time to buy.  I mean, it was super windy, raining, and around 20 degrees, but still.  They were OPEN.  Finally!  Did you expect me to stay away?  I only bought the two flats above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4j2ZrY-HYNA/TcM5HkiWKLI/AAAAAAAAFdE/YTZL0yUpFME/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4j2ZrY-HYNA/TcM5HkiWKLI/AAAAAAAAFdE/YTZL0yUpFME/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603385163608631474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and this little box of herbs.  Herbs go fast, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnMCFXBn-xo/TcM4--a_daI/AAAAAAAAFc8/DPKn2iLpZfI/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnMCFXBn-xo/TcM4--a_daI/AAAAAAAAFc8/DPKn2iLpZfI/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603385015938282914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, three Calliope Dark Red geraniums.  Only three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZtdTUVAnvo/TcM44LwW_TI/AAAAAAAAFc0/ic_39EUk5AI/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZtdTUVAnvo/TcM44LwW_TI/AAAAAAAAFc0/ic_39EUk5AI/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603384899258481970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, a few packets of sweet peas seeds.  I have to plant them soon as they like cooler weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAshhVYclV8/TcM4yOXLw9I/AAAAAAAAFcs/lG8Wc3f_ubQ/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAshhVYclV8/TcM4yOXLw9I/AAAAAAAAFcs/lG8Wc3f_ubQ/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603384796878980050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pansies are such a happy spring flower.  I always need a pot by my front door right away in the spring.  I think I'll find a basket to stick them in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLzqXVWfwhY/TcM4rXRrq4I/AAAAAAAAFck/i--_suhOoyQ/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLzqXVWfwhY/TcM4rXRrq4I/AAAAAAAAFck/i--_suhOoyQ/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603384679012739970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iyRdWQzJrb4/TcM4k5L7vMI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aJNpduAyXWI/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iyRdWQzJrb4/TcM4k5L7vMI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aJNpduAyXWI/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603384567856348354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bud's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRVyiZCdCBg/TcM4ccPK1sI/AAAAAAAAFcU/okSLQnUQSC0/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRVyiZCdCBg/TcM4ccPK1sI/AAAAAAAAFcU/okSLQnUQSC0/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603384422646339266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The real reason I bought so many pansies was to do a little flower project with my daycare kids today (and tomorrow).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYLfq4NVpwM/TcM4XeGteSI/AAAAAAAAFcM/s-eFJyRs8DE/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYLfq4NVpwM/TcM4XeGteSI/AAAAAAAAFcM/s-eFJyRs8DE/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603384337248385314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You should see how excited they are to pick out and plant their own flower for their moms for mother's day.  Yep, I have a big bag of miracle grow potting soil in my kitchen.  Lovely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtD6XnFKsU0/TcM4Rb9-ncI/AAAAAAAAFcE/5ww2m0_lc-8/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtD6XnFKsU0/TcM4Rb9-ncI/AAAAAAAAFcE/5ww2m0_lc-8/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603384233595674050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To hear each little voice say "happy mother's day!" as they presented their mom with a flower was priceless.  I love my job.  And, I love that the greenhouses are open.  It's time to shop.  Happy May!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977488309565955812-4611849048062256352?l=rachelleann41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/feeds/4611849048062256352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977488309565955812&amp;postID=4611849048062256352&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4611849048062256352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977488309565955812/posts/default/4611849048062256352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelleann41.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-flower-finds-of-season.html' title='First Flower Finds of the Season'/><author><name>Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015868435260427167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RIICOU_x3b4/SuEBspQvzRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZI4onb_2qwo/S220/Oct.+2009+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4TpRAa64xLM/TcM8b_VIcHI/AAAAAAAAFdk/85VEQpigA58/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977488309565955812.post-3115497185031229965</id><published>2011-05-01T21:04:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:18:06.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOKqJIB0Cfk/Tb4VA33zyoI/AAAAAAAAFb8/N449DuKu0C0/s1600/april2011%2B%252827%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor
