<?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-9103702591294175661</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:40:10.233-08:00</updated><category term='T.V.'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='blog challenges'/><category term='triathlon'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Political'/><category term='family'/><category term='things to do'/><category term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category term='kids say and do'/><category term='getting healthy'/><category term='it&apos;s who I am'/><title type='text'>Someday I Will Soar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3518728209508584518</id><published>2010-09-05T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:12:09.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Utah Trip :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In late August we took another trip to Utah. So we could get some more cousin time in and see the Payson Community Theater play that my sister and some of my nieces and nephews were in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the highlights for Josie was the dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point. She loved that place! It was crowded because it was $2 Tuesday but it was a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWaElIdvkFg/TWATR5uIVfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/R8Oazw53Xso/s1600/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575477536957683186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWaElIdvkFg/TWATR5uIVfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/R8Oazw53Xso/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h30q2z_Lf4s/TWATRRHsvFI/AAAAAAAABII/0hVjmL5kEyY/s1600/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575477526059072594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h30q2z_Lf4s/TWATRRHsvFI/AAAAAAAABII/0hVjmL5kEyY/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Digging for dinosaurs in the sand and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gGPHOe0SINU/TWATRBuIt1I/AAAAAAAABIA/yaNdQZaSVLU/s1600/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575477521925322578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gGPHOe0SINU/TWATRBuIt1I/AAAAAAAABIA/yaNdQZaSVLU/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Reese waiting for the kids to finish playing in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuOkyjDMRgo/TWAS_Ql6-uI/AAAAAAAABH4/VTgBMFadMM8/s1600/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575477216679754466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuOkyjDMRgo/TWAS_Ql6-uI/AAAAAAAABH4/VTgBMFadMM8/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZJPwcbkHHY/TWAS_K2QLTI/AAAAAAAABHw/f2UJfMMP1ZI/s1600/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575477215137639730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZJPwcbkHHY/TWAS_K2QLTI/AAAAAAAABHw/f2UJfMMP1ZI/s400/IMG_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese, Ashlynn and Hannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TERRIFYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKPWh_Nwhq8/TWAS-_sK7QI/AAAAAAAABHo/Ax--GEZBugk/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575477212142562562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKPWh_Nwhq8/TWAS-_sK7QI/AAAAAAAABHo/Ax--GEZBugk/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie wasn't too scared there, but I think she held on to Rich a bit tighter by this exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WnbcDFxxGg/TWAS-jOeH0I/AAAAAAAABHg/emn7iZIFHRc/s1600/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575477204501798722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WnbcDFxxGg/TWAS-jOeH0I/AAAAAAAABHg/emn7iZIFHRc/s400/IMG_0754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Reese. She was like a trapped gazelle and these tigers were chasing her all around the dressing room. Those three boys, growling, scratching, jumping around on all fours - are little frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrQN1GArLV4/TWASUFDekAI/AAAAAAAABHQ/BWFJimU9tgw/s1600/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575476474848120834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrQN1GArLV4/TWASUFDekAI/AAAAAAAABHQ/BWFJimU9tgw/s400/IMG_0753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josie was watching something a little scary on t.v. so she was cuddling up to Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7y0SuRb8sOM/TWASTwWkL7I/AAAAAAAABHI/krs7Cg5JOWo/s1600/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575476469291036594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7y0SuRb8sOM/TWASTwWkL7I/AAAAAAAABHI/krs7Cg5JOWo/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the Play to start....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd0CG78zx5U/TWASTrZ0mGI/AAAAAAAABHA/DzhxapiRnCE/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575476467962517602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd0CG78zx5U/TWASTrZ0mGI/AAAAAAAABHA/DzhxapiRnCE/s400/IMG_0762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis with her boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayden and Parker were in the children's choir. Ramona was one of the wives, and Connley was Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;They all did GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqmLg7p-jok/TWASTc91veI/AAAAAAAABG4/8aDv4kHpYew/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575476464087055842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqmLg7p-jok/TWASTc91veI/AAAAAAAABG4/8aDv4kHpYew/s400/IMG_0797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlynn - hammin' it up for the camera. She was a little dissapointed we lived too far away for her to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oaajsomqn-g/TWASTMMBPVI/AAAAAAAABGw/kjbRuzVgNO4/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575476459583126866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oaajsomqn-g/TWASTMMBPVI/AAAAAAAABGw/kjbRuzVgNO4/s400/IMG_0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reese and Ashlynn with Joseph and Hannah and Taylor who were also in the Children's Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great Job PCT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3518728209508584518?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3518728209508584518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3518728209508584518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3518728209508584518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3518728209508584518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-utah-trip.html' title='Another Utah Trip :))'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWaElIdvkFg/TWATR5uIVfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/R8Oazw53Xso/s72-c/IMG_0736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4583061178562325935</id><published>2010-08-25T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:51:41.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri with the Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 2009 I did my first sprint triathlon. In 2010 I did two more. The secone of the two was the Wunderwoman Triathlon, the same race I did in 2009 with Cami and Tiffany. But in 2010 we added more sisters and a niece into the mix and had an AMAZING weekend hanging out, goofing off, training, siteseeing, and racing our hearts out. (Brooke gave me the advice to always sprint at the end. If you don't feel like you're going to throw-up, you didn't sprint hard enough.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GQQUEtkgT8/TWAFw6SnHmI/AAAAAAAABDo/27Jm0r_Y88M/s1600/tri%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575462676523851362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GQQUEtkgT8/TWAFw6SnHmI/AAAAAAAABDo/27Jm0r_Y88M/s400/tri%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katelynn, Me, Julie, Krisi, Brooke, Cami, Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyV4DUjTHO8/TWAFwkQd7NI/AAAAAAAABDg/CGJRuux6nPQ/s1600/tri%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575462670609280210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyV4DUjTHO8/TWAFwkQd7NI/AAAAAAAABDg/CGJRuux6nPQ/s400/tri%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, front and center. And I did sprint at the end. I felt very sick. I felt GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMRj9poNPCo/TWAFwaRZfCI/AAAAAAAABDQ/VX1av6EAitI/s1600/tri%2B2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575462667928828962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMRj9poNPCo/TWAFwaRZfCI/AAAAAAAABDQ/VX1av6EAitI/s400/tri%2B2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Riverside Park the day before the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1l-scRSrYo/TWAFwD_RCtI/AAAAAAAABDI/9b1jjlVoErQ/s1600/tri%2B1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575462661947198162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1l-scRSrYo/TWAFwD_RCtI/AAAAAAAABDI/9b1jjlVoErQ/s400/tri%2B1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always think it great fun just to hang out with my sisters. This was a special time, no hubbies, no kids, and tons of nerves as we talked and prepared for the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lPaWf1ZejA/TWACYWY4LxI/AAAAAAAABDA/SaC_3ajssdU/s1600/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575458956034715410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lPaWf1ZejA/TWACYWY4LxI/AAAAAAAABDA/SaC_3ajssdU/s400/IMG_0651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfXV_052Bn0/TWACXzx1zWI/AAAAAAAABCw/lwUIQOj8Qik/s1600/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575458946744175970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfXV_052Bn0/TWACXzx1zWI/AAAAAAAABCw/lwUIQOj8Qik/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xOJB_2PHDio/TWACXseiAEI/AAAAAAAABCo/7mvcye-Nkbo/s1600/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575458944784138306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xOJB_2PHDio/TWACXseiAEI/AAAAAAAABCo/7mvcye-Nkbo/s400/IMG_1579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Tiffany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaching for the Brass Ring.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really they're little plastic rings, and my fingers started to hurt from grasping the rings so hard when I was trying to pull them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40RafEo1AKw/TWAB5dKKLDI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FNO1ck4IXiA/s1600/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575458425276083250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40RafEo1AKw/TWAB5dKKLDI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FNO1ck4IXiA/s400/IMG_1575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mA_Emde6Vs0/TWAB5BJUIxI/AAAAAAAABCI/h-Iyr0R_riU/s1600/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575458417756349202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mA_Emde6Vs0/TWAB5BJUIxI/AAAAAAAABCI/h-Iyr0R_riU/s400/IMG_1581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Katelynn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrFdmlRRFu0/TWAB43G7WdI/AAAAAAAABCA/VPPXE0H3KjU/s1600/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575458415061981650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrFdmlRRFu0/TWAB43G7WdI/AAAAAAAABCA/VPPXE0H3KjU/s400/IMG_1583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my beautiful and talented sisters, Brooke, decorated our swim caps for us. No generic, plain caps for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was SO much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 2011 will be even bigger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4583061178562325935?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4583061178562325935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4583061178562325935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4583061178562325935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4583061178562325935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2011/02/tri-with-girls.html' title='Tri with the Girls'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GQQUEtkgT8/TWAFw6SnHmI/AAAAAAAABDo/27Jm0r_Y88M/s72-c/tri%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3409397562345494631</id><published>2010-07-24T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:52:19.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 24th Utah Holiday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxUu545Q-4M/TWAMUO8sbwI/AAAAAAAABGo/rpgwPDcVyqo/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469880434257666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxUu545Q-4M/TWAMUO8sbwI/AAAAAAAABGo/rpgwPDcVyqo/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time for another Utah trip! 24th of July means roadtrips, family parties, parades and firework shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9m3JB4E6RWA/TWAMT33dunI/AAAAAAAABGg/_T2SW9duJ3g/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469874238306930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9m3JB4E6RWA/TWAMT33dunI/AAAAAAAABGg/_T2SW9duJ3g/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because in July I had started teaching Zumba Classes on Saturday mornings, we couldn't leave for our trip until after class. This meant if we didn't want to drive straight through the night (we didn't) that we would stay in a hotel in Boise. Always fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83_57pwUrgM/TWAMTh738wI/AAAAAAAABGY/4yMaksfNPQY/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469868351222530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83_57pwUrgM/TWAMTh738wI/AAAAAAAABGY/4yMaksfNPQY/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie, taking pictures in the back of the car during the roadtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFTgtWmXTb0/TWAMTNMsUBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/6PYhCwYOd8k/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469862784618514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFTgtWmXTb0/TWAMTNMsUBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/6PYhCwYOd8k/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reach Utah......it's cousins galore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ilrTXxeNQw/TWAL8V_-GbI/AAAAAAAABGI/znF6uEUcN50/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469470010186162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ilrTXxeNQw/TWAL8V_-GbI/AAAAAAAABGI/znF6uEUcN50/s400/IMG_0464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah and Josie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJB6AwAlEJQ/TWAL8A0qFxI/AAAAAAAABGA/JZim5hFedvg/s1600/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469464325592850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJB6AwAlEJQ/TWAL8A0qFxI/AAAAAAAABGA/JZim5hFedvg/s400/IMG_0463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlynn and Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfJCLd3BDJo/TWAL7pGo_VI/AAAAAAAABF4/qGrBwvAQe_s/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469457958567250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfJCLd3BDJo/TWAL7pGo_VI/AAAAAAAABF4/qGrBwvAQe_s/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor and Reese at the Spanish Fork Res.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ss1Rollq54U/TWAL7dy99-I/AAAAAAAABFw/2VJE3_UUpt8/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469454923266018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ss1Rollq54U/TWAL7dy99-I/AAAAAAAABFw/2VJE3_UUpt8/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmmmm Mi Ranchito. Josie and Shawlee (Uncle Tom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubeVOuwr2Ps/TWAL7KH6N3I/AAAAAAAABFo/tkpBhZg5-Fw/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575469449642391410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubeVOuwr2Ps/TWAL7KH6N3I/AAAAAAAABFo/tkpBhZg5-Fw/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our kickball game seemed to have more arguements than fun. So what should we do next????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, let's fight with foam swords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramona and Katelynn go at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRVHv6Y1h8Y/TWALZFIsXLI/AAAAAAAABFg/IluewngWPUU/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575468864187948210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRVHv6Y1h8Y/TWALZFIsXLI/AAAAAAAABFg/IluewngWPUU/s400/IMG_0523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Games with the Russells. Beckham, Brooke and Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9CCV1otD8hg/TWALY6xPLnI/AAAAAAAABFY/tFM8rC1l_G0/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575468861405212274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9CCV1otD8hg/TWALY6xPLnI/AAAAAAAABFY/tFM8rC1l_G0/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PICTIONARY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krisi, Rich, Brooke, Travis, Beanpaw (Grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-WBof9dYvQ/TWALYngRMZI/AAAAAAAABFQ/oCPwJmI9LtI/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575468856233767314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-WBof9dYvQ/TWALYngRMZI/AAAAAAAABFQ/oCPwJmI9LtI/s400/IMG_0532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;24th of July Parade in Spanish Fork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josie and Auntie Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2U8RB7-3Bmg/TWALYPhPX8I/AAAAAAAABFI/EwbT0wjr-Dg/s1600/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575468849795391426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2U8RB7-3Bmg/TWALYPhPX8I/AAAAAAAABFI/EwbT0wjr-Dg/s400/IMG_0538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5aph7Rh-hE/TWALYA8iT-I/AAAAAAAABFA/gj8craAaUN0/s1600/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575468845883346914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5aph7Rh-hE/TWALYA8iT-I/AAAAAAAABFA/gj8craAaUN0/s400/IMG_0544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-2dLf8K-7o/TWAKZRWPPiI/AAAAAAAABE4/6Mrh4DqWFtg/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467767954357794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-2dLf8K-7o/TWAKZRWPPiI/AAAAAAAABE4/6Mrh4DqWFtg/s400/IMG_0542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KhBIj7hWyQ/TWAKZHLj-2I/AAAAAAAABEw/NWDZFDyv3Lw/s1600/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467765225225058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KhBIj7hWyQ/TWAKZHLj-2I/AAAAAAAABEw/NWDZFDyv3Lw/s400/IMG_0565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we spent more time posing for pictures then watching the parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4Y4jaAQSDc/TWAKY9qpqFI/AAAAAAAABEo/PcxsB341Or0/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467762671265874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4Y4jaAQSDc/TWAKY9qpqFI/AAAAAAAABEo/PcxsB341Or0/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UI1tveAgvfs/TWAKYrgyE8I/AAAAAAAABEg/he2R0XKGPb0/s1600/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467757798036418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UI1tveAgvfs/TWAKYrgyE8I/AAAAAAAABEg/he2R0XKGPb0/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00HfDH1fAa4/TWAKYULnvxI/AAAAAAAABEY/-nDV4f94lnI/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467751535263506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00HfDH1fAa4/TWAKYULnvxI/AAAAAAAABEY/-nDV4f94lnI/s400/IMG_0570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my hunny ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkF5WtO6wSc/TWAJ2q6VGDI/AAAAAAAABEQ/IBAx4yOEjuw/s1600/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467173521201202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkF5WtO6wSc/TWAJ2q6VGDI/AAAAAAAABEQ/IBAx4yOEjuw/s400/IMG_0573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josie and Beckham, lunching at their own private table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atF6xpreGvQ/TWAJ2e7MtTI/AAAAAAAABEI/RcHYe_Ts2ZA/s1600/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467170303620402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atF6xpreGvQ/TWAJ2e7MtTI/AAAAAAAABEI/RcHYe_Ts2ZA/s400/IMG_0575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese posing with Taylor after Tay's performance at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-ZQ-w2ZvFw/TWAJ2NJpDCI/AAAAAAAABEA/O-07WzW8xZk/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467165532359714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-ZQ-w2ZvFw/TWAJ2NJpDCI/AAAAAAAABEA/O-07WzW8xZk/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After an early morning parade, lunch with the gang, maybe a ride or two at the fair, we head to Mona for a firework show, music and dance. The fireworks are spectacular, and a bit threatening and the dance is fun for the grown-ups and kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7H1Q7Fh8fqs/TWAJ1o-LJMI/AAAAAAAABD4/wE_opc2XynM/s1600/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467155820586178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7H1Q7Fh8fqs/TWAJ1o-LJMI/AAAAAAAABD4/wE_opc2XynM/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fpAvujDTTs/TWAJ1YKNLsI/AAAAAAAABDw/aMWCe-Bbilw/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575467151307648706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fpAvujDTTs/TWAJ1YKNLsI/AAAAAAAABDw/aMWCe-Bbilw/s400/IMG_0581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any trip to see family is always great. And the 24th in Utah never dissapoints!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Utah gang :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3409397562345494631?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3409397562345494631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3409397562345494631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3409397562345494631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3409397562345494631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2011/02/july-24th-utah-holiday.html' title='July 24th Utah Holiday :)'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxUu545Q-4M/TWAMUO8sbwI/AAAAAAAABGo/rpgwPDcVyqo/s72-c/IMG_0451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4522188244160054745</id><published>2010-07-04T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:50:58.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwqrDMJrI/AAAAAAAABB0/BhVny3sa6XA/s1600/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054580633970354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwqrDMJrI/AAAAAAAABB0/BhVny3sa6XA/s400/IMG_0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; July 4th at the Lake Wilderness party. It was a little rainy and soggy but a lot of fun to get together with family and play and watch fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwqZVlF5I/AAAAAAAABBs/VLLpZuSL5N4/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054575879264146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwqZVlF5I/AAAAAAAABBs/VLLpZuSL5N4/s400/IMG_0345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwqH99miI/AAAAAAAABBk/2oLya1IQfa0/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054571216804386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwqH99miI/AAAAAAAABBk/2oLya1IQfa0/s400/IMG_0327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwVHmELqI/AAAAAAAABBc/KfofKHTM6b8/s1600/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054210339319458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwVHmELqI/AAAAAAAABBc/KfofKHTM6b8/s400/IMG_0323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwUpspElI/AAAAAAAABBU/3ZbSAZGEMJM/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054202313839186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwUpspElI/AAAAAAAABBU/3ZbSAZGEMJM/s400/IMG_0338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwUVdOGKI/AAAAAAAABBM/5quRoZSfGyo/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054196880447650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwUVdOGKI/AAAAAAAABBM/5quRoZSfGyo/s400/IMG_0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwUC9spDI/AAAAAAAABBE/0tZkZq7rbv8/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054191916393522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwUC9spDI/AAAAAAAABBE/0tZkZq7rbv8/s400/IMG_0336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwTbtafvI/AAAAAAAABA8/2KwJXgUjmx4/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563054181379112690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwTbtafvI/AAAAAAAABA8/2KwJXgUjmx4/s400/IMG_0328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4522188244160054745?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4522188244160054745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4522188244160054745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4522188244160054745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4522188244160054745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2011/01/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPwqrDMJrI/AAAAAAAABB0/BhVny3sa6XA/s72-c/IMG_0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-166379855668934609</id><published>2010-06-30T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:50:21.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Time</title><content type='html'>Going with Ashlynn to the midnight showing of Eclipse. It was fun, and we agreed Eclipse is our favorite movie so far in the Twilight Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPuwuP3IBI/AAAAAAAABA0/o1kpa0Q9Ny0/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563052485548384274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPuwuP3IBI/AAAAAAAABA0/o1kpa0Q9Ny0/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPuwUjtOsI/AAAAAAAABAs/vPtZkdFy_4Q/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563052478652299970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPuwUjtOsI/AAAAAAAABAs/vPtZkdFy_4Q/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little foot! Josie loves taking pictures with my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On warm, lazy summer mornings Josie and I would sit on the porch swing and smell the fresh air....and goof off with the phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPuwB81_II/AAAAAAAABAk/MitkN9Q_8EQ/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563052473657457794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPuwB81_II/AAAAAAAABAk/MitkN9Q_8EQ/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-166379855668934609?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/166379855668934609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=166379855668934609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/166379855668934609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/166379855668934609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl.html' title='Girl Time'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPuwuP3IBI/AAAAAAAABA0/o1kpa0Q9Ny0/s72-c/IMG_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-1240522440550895379</id><published>2010-06-15T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:49:40.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is she smiling?</title><content type='html'>Because a dream had just come true ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPrt-43ScI/AAAAAAAABAc/sPPJ60nz94U/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049139940837826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPrt-43ScI/AAAAAAAABAc/sPPJ60nz94U/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo was taken after a full day of exercise and lecture and FUN!&lt;br /&gt;In June I got my license to teach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; and it has changed my life. If you're interested in my &lt;a href="http://www.zumbashannon.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; info go here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPrth3EjWI/AAAAAAAABAU/llJemL8gS_A/s1600/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049132148690274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPrth3EjWI/AAAAAAAABAU/llJemL8gS_A/s400/IMG_1570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me and my Education Specialist Joy Smith. She is knowledgeable and a lot of fun. I've since taken a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ZumbAtomic&lt;/span&gt; (for kids) instructor education class from her and signed up for the next level of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my life has changed since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; - my main goal in this post is not to push it. But to document it as I try and catch up on some of the fun stuff I've done in the past months as I had let my blog go by the wayside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-1240522440550895379?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1240522440550895379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=1240522440550895379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1240522440550895379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1240522440550895379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-is-she-smiling.html' title='Why is she smiling?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TTPrt-43ScI/AAAAAAAABAc/sPPJ60nz94U/s72-c/IMG_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3909577947178368472</id><published>2010-06-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:59:02.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Home</title><content type='html'>For Mother's Day I got an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my other phones I always remember to take it with me&lt;br /&gt;I can get my pictures off of it very easily&lt;br /&gt;and I have games and awesome apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics I wouldn't have if I didn't have my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt; - because I don't always remember a camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajH6yV1EI/AAAAAAAAA9M/GEoHBMmtMnk/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748952804971586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajH6yV1EI/AAAAAAAAA9M/GEoHBMmtMnk/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; after her 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade musical play - that girl has a great voice and a fun stage presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajGyiRO9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/9adn_4dUOeY/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748933410208722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajGyiRO9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/9adn_4dUOeY/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie playing "FACE THE COOKIE" one of the Minute to Win it games we did at my sister's house. In this game, you get the cookie from your forehead to your mouth using only your face muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajGeeSE7I/AAAAAAAAA88/5FzI3jWO4DM/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748928024777650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajGeeSE7I/AAAAAAAAA88/5FzI3jWO4DM/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sis at the Paramount for Fiddler on the Roof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That musical is such a part of me. We grew up listening to it, singing and dancing to songs from it around the house, and performing it on stage. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajF9IcwFI/AAAAAAAAA80/k6jJbmKs-bk/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748919074832466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajF9IcwFI/AAAAAAAAA80/k6jJbmKs-bk/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese at her 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade concert and square dancing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajFEYRbII/AAAAAAAAA8s/C4_7K1JwUDQ/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748903840377986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajFEYRbII/AAAAAAAAA8s/C4_7K1JwUDQ/s400/IMG_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. office. Turned out she had pneumonia. Poor little thing, I had just kept giving her cough drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBainlMdiHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/ykPF1rYeuOc/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748397253134450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBainlMdiHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/ykPF1rYeuOc/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie getting potty trained so she's wearing as little as possible to make any accident clean-up easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBaimyXpo3I/AAAAAAAAA8c/J45VTUJrI70/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748383609856882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBaimyXpo3I/AAAAAAAAA8c/J45VTUJrI70/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese LOVES to cook. This is her own cookbook and she made treats for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBaimbSYF1I/AAAAAAAAA8U/RVlFxCoX0Nw/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748377413719890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBaimbSYF1I/AAAAAAAAA8U/RVlFxCoX0Nw/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know if she knows what it means, but whenever Josie gets out of the tub she shows me her wrinkly hands and says "I'm wrinkly like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gwamma&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBaimAajEyI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LvLsTs00w2w/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748370200236834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBaimAajEyI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LvLsTs00w2w/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her absolutely had to have, would die with out it, needed it to function - skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBaikUW-88I/AAAAAAAAA8E/JMRHWI79FFo/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748341194257346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBaikUW-88I/AAAAAAAAA8E/JMRHWI79FFo/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; just before her last band concert for 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. She's such a good musician :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile and Live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3909577947178368472?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3909577947178368472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3909577947178368472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3909577947178368472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3909577947178368472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/06/phone-home.html' title='Phone Home'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TBajH6yV1EI/AAAAAAAAA9M/GEoHBMmtMnk/s72-c/IMG_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4655440009121231939</id><published>2010-06-04T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:51:04.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ Pete's</title><content type='html'>Have you been here? Yum....I love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know normally I've got pics of my kids and stuff we do, but this time it's a recommendation.  Ash and Reese were both at friends playing so Rich and I went on a small date with Josie tonight to BBQ Pete's in Kent. They have the best potato salad in the world, REALLY yummy beef and pork, and huge cornbread muffins with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt; honey butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TAnViUB2nxI/AAAAAAAAA78/EGl1gMk8JNA/s1600/2008_08_27_storefront1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479145207141670674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TAnViUB2nxI/AAAAAAAAA78/EGl1gMk8JNA/s400/2008_08_27_storefront1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The inside is fun with long picnic tables and a high counter the length of the window. On the tables are Trivial Pursuit cards for you to amaze your friends and family with your awesome knowledge. We must go at off times &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it's never been as crowded as it is in this pic I got off &lt;a href="http://bbqpetes.com/index.asp"&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TAnVh7v6eAI/AAAAAAAAA70/ohPd3mq0CrE/s1600/restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479145200623974402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TAnVh7v6eAI/AAAAAAAAA70/ohPd3mq0CrE/s400/restaurant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's so good! When you go lemme know so I can meet ya there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4655440009121231939?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4655440009121231939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4655440009121231939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4655440009121231939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4655440009121231939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/06/bbq-petes.html' title='BBQ Pete&apos;s'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TAnViUB2nxI/AAAAAAAAA78/EGl1gMk8JNA/s72-c/2008_08_27_storefront1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5975000561910587519</id><published>2010-05-31T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:41:00.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year goes by....</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe my baby is 3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqNragZkI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9NXS7BacMOM/s1600/P1030550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477690198758286914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqNragZkI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9NXS7BacMOM/s400/P1030550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqNO5TOPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/EUMcG4Ku3UI/s1600/P1010627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477690191102818546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqNO5TOPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/EUMcG4Ku3UI/s400/P1010627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping with Ash. They still do this. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; will tuck Josie in for her nap, and sometimes fall asleep with her now that Jo's in a big girl bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqMiYDOgI/AAAAAAAAA7c/yhjepYpGFsI/s1600/(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477690179152198146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqMiYDOgI/AAAAAAAAA7c/yhjepYpGFsI/s400/(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese dressing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;josie&lt;/span&gt; up like a present and taking a picture. And now, Reese will dress Josie up as a cat, princess, mom, doctor or some combination of those things and Josie loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqMXv7AKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/cK0Nrrce4Xs/s1600/(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477690176299532450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqMXv7AKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/cK0Nrrce4Xs/s400/(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We continue to stare at her with amazement. She is smart and growing so fast. We don't want to miss anything so we're constantly watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting potty trained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleeping in a big girl bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;constantly putting on lip gloss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mimicking mom and her sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiding, only to be found in a room putting on nail polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;losing her temper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asking for kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Josie....we love you too! Happy Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5975000561910587519?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5975000561910587519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5975000561910587519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5975000561910587519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5975000561910587519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-year-goes-by.html' title='Another year goes by....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TASqNragZkI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9NXS7BacMOM/s72-c/P1030550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3021843433791730021</id><published>2010-05-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:26:51.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>Okay...so it's really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geocaching&lt;/span&gt;. But when you have three girls with active imaginations....the way to get them into the hike and search is to tell them it's a treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8bjxvdqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/JS7iZT-7XBk/s1600/geocacher+ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472643678854936226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8bjxvdqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/JS7iZT-7XBk/s400/geocacher+ash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8bATPIbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TXAp-jSlWaU/s1600/geocacher+jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472643669331747250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8bATPIbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TXAp-jSlWaU/s400/geocacher+jo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've wanted to try it for a couple years but never had a good handheld GPS system. But now with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphones&lt;/span&gt;, Rich downloaded a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geocaching&lt;/span&gt; App and we went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8a-Jzn0I/AAAAAAAAA68/qdGp7naE0zY/s1600/geocacher+reese+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472643668755324738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8a-Jzn0I/AAAAAAAAA68/qdGp7naE0zY/s400/geocacher+reese+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8aiUtUjI/AAAAAAAAA60/RnLG_jcmNcs/s1600/geocaching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472643661284856370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8aiUtUjI/AAAAAAAAA60/RnLG_jcmNcs/s400/geocaching.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is on the Rock Creek trail. We forgot to write down the actual coordinates of the cache, and they were coded on the website we were looking at. So we followed the clues and searched around. We were thinking we were in the wrong spot when Reese spotted the treasure under the log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8afsztYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/M0KXStS3IYI/s1600/geocaching+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472643660580631938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8afsztYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/M0KXStS3IYI/s400/geocaching+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so excited when the opened it. We had taken a couple small toys (old McDonald Happy Meal toys) and traded them for others that were in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K5_V4WgSI/AAAAAAAAA6k/nbGoxkp8ApQ/s1600/geocache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472640995064971554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K5_V4WgSI/AAAAAAAAA6k/nbGoxkp8ApQ/s400/geocache.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls had so much fun. Part of the excitement is trying to keep the locations a secret from non-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geocachers&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday we went on a spur of the moment after dinner walk to a cache that was just placed a couple days ago 0.2 miles from our house. It's on a busy trail so the kids were whispering and excitedly looking for it while trying to not let anyone notice us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3021843433791730021?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3021843433791730021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3021843433791730021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3021843433791730021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3021843433791730021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/05/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S_K8bjxvdqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/JS7iZT-7XBk/s72-c/geocacher+ash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6574604814356381301</id><published>2010-05-07T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:13:47.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S-R_JwJSuYI/AAAAAAAAA6c/-j5dZJZKKkc/s1600/kate+bush+dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468635653054052738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S-R_JwJSuYI/AAAAAAAAA6c/-j5dZJZKKkc/s400/kate+bush+dreaming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I had a dream that I was selling most everything I owned so that I could see Kate Bush in concert. This is not unlike something I might do.... if Kate did concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the album cover above, for The Dreaming. When we first got this cassette:) I remember flipping and twirling it around with my hands....only to stop suddenly worried that the key on her tongue might fall off. Weird I know, but Kate has that affect of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S-R_JaK1vMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/i_ZwTba2Diw/s1600/kate+bush+houndsoflove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468635647154961602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S-R_JaK1vMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/i_ZwTba2Diw/s400/kate+bush+houndsoflove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I were stranded on a deserted island and could have only one artist's work, it would be Kate's. If I could have only one album, it would be Hounds of Love. Every song moves me. In Junior High I was obsessed with the story line of the ninth wave. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cloudbusting&lt;/span&gt; would always bring tears to my eyes.  Her music sparked my emotions and her lyrics sent my imagination into a frenzy. I would act out an entire theater production in my head listening to her songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theatrical productions are exactly what Kate would do to...watch any of her videos on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; and it may take a while to get over the initial crazy you see as a first timer. I think most of our friends who knew about mine and my family's obsession with Kate thought we were all a little crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is ARTIST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S-R_IxTE55I/AAAAAAAAA6M/LU1Ml5MTyd0/s1600/kate+bush+aireal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468635636183656338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S-R_IxTE55I/AAAAAAAAA6M/LU1Ml5MTyd0/s400/kate+bush+aireal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is beyond shameful that I don't own her album Aerial. Something I plan to remedy very soon. But I'm not going to download it, Kate's albums have to be felt and seen. There's usually cool pictures and hopefully lyrics to the songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So would I sell everything to see her? I'd sell a lot, but not everything......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, in the productions in my head, I get to be the heroine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now go listen to Hello Earth from Hounds of Love and then tell me if it doesn't move you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6574604814356381301?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6574604814356381301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6574604814356381301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6574604814356381301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6574604814356381301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreaming.html' title='The Dreaming'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S-R_JwJSuYI/AAAAAAAAA6c/-j5dZJZKKkc/s72-c/kate+bush+dreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4403978304634383197</id><published>2010-05-05T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:24:00.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest things...</title><content type='html'>Write it down or you'll forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Josie told me she wanted to see her cousin Asher. I said, "We can't. He's in Utah." She said, "He's in my-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tah&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- One of the highlights of going to their cousins house is to see the chickens. Last time we went they were all caged up instead of roaming free. Adrienne told Josie it was because the chickens were naughty and kept going in the road. On the way home Josie said, "the chickens were naughty. The chickens in time-out. They should say......." (then in a high pitched, throaty voice she said, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAWK&lt;/span&gt;! Sorry!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4403978304634383197?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4403978304634383197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4403978304634383197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4403978304634383197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4403978304634383197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the darndest things...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6138944390982617905</id><published>2010-04-23T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:34:37.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know....it's been forever</title><content type='html'>Did all of a sudden, blogging start to feel more like a chore and less fun?&lt;br /&gt;It did to me. Hence the 2 month lack of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still sorta does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until I want to spend more time on it, here's a little tidbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S9I7gFcvJfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/rifyjhKDjRA/s1600/24939_414346706514_774981514_5178217_7016108_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463494720358393330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S9I7gFcvJfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/rifyjhKDjRA/s400/24939_414346706514_774981514_5178217_7016108_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich and I went on, I guess what would be a second honeymoon, our first vacation without kids since having kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my honey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6138944390982617905?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6138944390982617905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6138944390982617905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6138944390982617905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6138944390982617905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-knowits-been-forever.html' title='I know....it&apos;s been forever'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S9I7gFcvJfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/rifyjhKDjRA/s72-c/24939_414346706514_774981514_5178217_7016108_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7994993589653843378</id><published>2010-02-15T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:00:40.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Reese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S3nRKWb-v3I/AAAAAAAAA58/8sGO0jTHLW4/s1600-h/P1030440.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Out of our refrigerator magnets she wrote this Valentines poem for Rich and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S3nRJ7lvJKI/AAAAAAAAA50/b2I1ZZZfZ_Q/s1600-h/P1030440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438607993571583138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S3nRJ7lvJKI/AAAAAAAAA50/b2I1ZZZfZ_Q/s400/P1030440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We bought a new table (HOORAY!!!). We've had the same tiny table since Rich and I first got married and it was tight for four, now we have a family of five and so we searched and finally found one we liked. Anyways....Rich put it together and the carboard boxes were stacking up. Reese climbed in because she wanted to pretend she was a robot I bought. I forgot about it...and next thing I know she's sleeping in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S3nRJQgdy2I/AAAAAAAAA5s/XOR1CaaC874/s1600-h/P1030450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438607982006750050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S3nRJQgdy2I/AAAAAAAAA5s/XOR1CaaC874/s400/P1030450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flash woke her up so she had a smile for me....she is a cutie pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S3nRI1-vWkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Q7STH-8Y9G0/s1600-h/P1030449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438607974885972546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S3nRI1-vWkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Q7STH-8Y9G0/s400/P1030449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7994993589653843378?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7994993589653843378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7994993589653843378&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7994993589653843378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7994993589653843378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-reese.html' title='About Reese'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S3nRJ7lvJKI/AAAAAAAAA50/b2I1ZZZfZ_Q/s72-c/P1030440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-8929574725522364422</id><published>2010-02-07T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:49:57.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pu Pu Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S274v6SAbII/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2TGvekG_3s/s1600-h/New+Picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435555302265089154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S274v6SAbII/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2TGvekG_3s/s400/New+Picture.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S272FMpGiBI/AAAAAAAAA5U/WBnEiN4u9cM/s1600-h/P1030435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435552369436166162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S272FMpGiBI/AAAAAAAAA5U/WBnEiN4u9cM/s400/P1030435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday the girls and I hiked Pu Pu Point in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Issaquah&lt;/span&gt;. I had done it once before and loved it so much. And seeing as how my goal is to get our family healthier, more active and happier...I decided to take the girls up there. It was a beautiful sunny morning! We totally lucked out in the weather department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S271-LY4ihI/AAAAAAAAA5M/vqdvd8URr2A/s1600-h/P1030416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435552248840620562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S271-LY4ihI/AAAAAAAAA5M/vqdvd8URr2A/s400/P1030416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't sure if they would make it all the way up, seeing as how we haven't done too much hiking before...just the easier hikes at Mt. Rainier. But I let them take a lot of breaks. Halfway up we stopped, had some string cheese and took a few pics. Hikers coming down kept giving them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;....telling them they were doing awesome and could make it to the top. At one point Reese said, "I can't wait until we're the ones coming down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S2719dQtWaI/AAAAAAAAA5E/J8EXTQFF55A/s1600-h/P1030408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435552236458301858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S2719dQtWaI/AAAAAAAAA5E/J8EXTQFF55A/s400/P1030408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were really close to the top, but didn't know it...they started to get really tired and wondered if we would ever get there. I kept telling them it would be worth it when we reached the top! They were wanting to take breaks every minute...so I told them we would walk slow, but had to walk for at least 10 minutes before we took another break. This worked well, and we reached to top in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27187SVw8I/AAAAAAAAA48/dVcmkJubM9A/s1600-h/P1030422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435552227338339266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27187SVw8I/AAAAAAAAA48/dVcmkJubM9A/s400/P1030422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was worth it. They really loved the view. We ate sandwiches and drank our drink. The girls had enough energy to even play tag. The top is where the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parasailers&lt;/span&gt; jump off of tiger mountain down to Hobart-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Issaquah&lt;/span&gt; road. There was one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parasailer&lt;/span&gt; wanting to jump, but I guess the wind wasn't right because he packed up and left. Other jumpers/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parasailers&lt;/span&gt; were carrying their packs and talking about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two jumping points...we went to the first. We decided that we'd go to the second next time, and if I remember right, it's about another 15 minutes of hiking past the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S2718HO2IqI/AAAAAAAAA40/zsrrct6i3GM/s1600-h/P1030424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435552213365039778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S2718HO2IqI/AAAAAAAAA40/zsrrct6i3GM/s400/P1030424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so proud of them. They had a great feeling of accomplishment and the way down went smoothly. Except - Ash had to find a place to use the bathroom. It was difficult because there was almost always someone on the trail. And with the trail full of switchbacks, even if there weren't people right by you, you never had much privacy. But we found a spot and she did it. It may have been the first time she had to pee in the wilderness. Which I find hard to believe but she needed a bit of instruction on how to not get wet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S2717n5M3fI/AAAAAAAAA4s/5rc5qI52Tx4/s1600-h/P1030426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435552204952755698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S2717n5M3fI/AAAAAAAAA4s/5rc5qI52Tx4/s400/P1030426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it a beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt;! I can't wait to do it again with them.....and I'm wondering if Josie can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. At the top of this post, you'll see the graph my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;garmin&lt;/span&gt; came up with for our hike. It took us 1 1/2 hours to get up and about an hour to get down. 1.75 miles up with a 1,600 ft elevation climb....I think :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-8929574725522364422?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8929574725522364422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=8929574725522364422&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8929574725522364422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8929574725522364422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/02/pu-pu-point.html' title='Pu Pu Point'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S274v6SAbII/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2TGvekG_3s/s72-c/New+Picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-8141660325629038046</id><published>2010-02-07T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:14:54.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The talented Ashlynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27z2XUC3iI/AAAAAAAAA38/ijOEPgixiEs/s1600-h/P1030389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549915579342370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27z2XUC3iI/AAAAAAAAA38/ijOEPgixiEs/s400/P1030389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; has been in Band this year, she's learning the flute and is really good at it. She picked it up pretty fast and has a great time playing. This pic is from their first concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27z1--xN7I/AAAAAAAAA30/XDew5BQ4vHA/s1600-h/P1030371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549909047654322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27z1--xN7I/AAAAAAAAA30/XDew5BQ4vHA/s400/P1030371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was also in this years &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Missoula&lt;/span&gt; Theater production about King Aurthur. She was Morgan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LeFay&lt;/span&gt; and did an EXCELLENT job. She practiced her lines and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; them so perfectly. She was easily the most animated and easily heard/understood girl up there....and I'm not prejudiced!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-8141660325629038046?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8141660325629038046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=8141660325629038046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8141660325629038046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8141660325629038046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/02/talented-ashlynn.html' title='The talented Ashlynn'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27z2XUC3iI/AAAAAAAAA38/ijOEPgixiEs/s72-c/P1030389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7712262131297524470</id><published>2010-02-07T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:08:06.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet old man</title><content type='html'>Rich turned 40 in January. What a sweetie - putting up with all of my old man jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435547183795220162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27xXWn9LsI/AAAAAAAAA3s/VkWcInm4Q9c/s400/P1030260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of cake he wanted Cinnamon Rolls. (Somehow I pieced together a recipe that turns out such delicious rolls - if I make them and there are leftovers, I'm sure to gain at least 3 pounds.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27xWW7l1oI/AAAAAAAAA3k/F7Sc90ITsgM/s1600-h/P1030356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435547166697707138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27xWW7l1oI/AAAAAAAAA3k/F7Sc90ITsgM/s400/P1030356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorated the house in black. I'd left out some of my halloween decorations just for this purpose. There were skeletons and Over the Hill signs througout the downstairs. My family came over and we talked and ate and played games. We played charades, acting out phrases such as: one foot in the grave, older than dirt, knocking on deaths door, etc. The best was anytime the word was old, the actor would point at Rich and everyone would yell "OLD!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27xVlk6xgI/AAAAAAAAA3c/a0FYqwlYDPk/s1600-h/P1030351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435547153449272834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27xVlk6xgI/AAAAAAAAA3c/a0FYqwlYDPk/s400/P1030351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls thought it was sad, having all the black and skeletons around, but Rich said it was one of the best birthdays he'd ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7712262131297524470?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7712262131297524470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7712262131297524470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7712262131297524470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7712262131297524470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sweet-old-man.html' title='My sweet old man'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S27xXWn9LsI/AAAAAAAAA3s/VkWcInm4Q9c/s72-c/P1030260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7386592715717816459</id><published>2010-02-05T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:39:18.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax and be strong!</title><content type='html'>I am such a pansy when it comes to confrontations&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to rock the boat&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of Time For Kids Magazine (TFK)? It's supposed to be a news magazine for school age kids. But the more I read it the more I HATE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of sending the following e-mail. What I'm wondering is- do I just send it to the teacher so he knows how I feel? Or do I send it to the parents e-mail group, hoping there is some support but risking judgement of my daughter's friends' parents?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even want to raise a stink???? Because I don't think schools should teach our kids what to think.... but should give them both sides of an issue and let them learn to think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My e-mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I read Time for Kids Magazine, the more I dislike it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are allegations against the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPCC&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fraudulent&lt;/span&gt; studies and exaggerated information (think of the e-mails that recently came into public view) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TFK&lt;/span&gt; consistently pushes the problems of climate and environmental issues into their articles. There are numerous studies going on which support the fact that climate change may not be entirely man-caused, yet this never seems to be addressed in the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not just the "hooray for hybrids!" and "what made you want to help the environment?" statements that bother me.  Most recently, in the Jan. 29 issue, there is an article entitled, A Shift in the Senate, regarding Scott Brown's Senate seat. Most of the article seems informative, then there is this statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;This means that Democrats no longer hold a 60-seat Senate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;supermajority&lt;/span&gt;. Now, Republicans will be able to block legislation that the Democratic majority wants to pass, including a health-care bill&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the extent of the information given on the voting process.  It's very one-sided and comes across as if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Republican's&lt;/span&gt; are only in the Senate in order to thwart the health-care bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of reading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TFK&lt;/span&gt; in class?&lt;br /&gt;Surely there is a balanced news source out there for our children?&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever any class discussion on the other side of the issues?&lt;br /&gt;How many classes use &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TFK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd love your feedback!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7386592715717816459?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7386592715717816459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7386592715717816459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7386592715717816459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7386592715717816459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/02/relax-and-be-strong.html' title='Relax and be strong!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3516923225373305342</id><published>2010-01-25T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:53:28.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this story</title><content type='html'>I copied this from one of my fav blogs &lt;a href="http://triathlongoddess.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Triathlon Goddess (click here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pros had finished the Chicago Triathlon two hours before and I was headed out of transition to go to pack and catch a redeye flight home that night. I was walking past the finish chute which, when the pros and early finishers came through, was packed with people screaming and cheering. Then here comes this woman, who is a little heavyset, coming around the corner. There is not a soul standing along the fence cheering. But as I am walking, I see her coming, and notice that she is looking at the clock. I turn around and it shows about 20-25 seconds to get under the four hour mark. So when she saw it, she just went into this all out sprint. I put my bike on the grass and I started yelling 'Go!' And then I started crying. That is actually my favorite moment of all in triathlon. I’ll never forget it. Her eyes locking into that clock and thinking: ‘I’m going to get in there. For me. I’m just about dead last. No one is watching me. No one cares. But I’m gonna do it for me.’ That's triathlon. And so that's a beautiful thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2004 ITU World Champion Sheila Taormina on her favorite moment in the sport&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430721362053666018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S13MTjtVlOI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8SUVFDUyTX4/s400/IMG_0304+1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Get out and do something that inspires you today! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3516923225373305342?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3516923225373305342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3516923225373305342&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3516923225373305342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3516923225373305342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-this-story.html' title='Love this story'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S13MTjtVlOI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8SUVFDUyTX4/s72-c/IMG_0304+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5780835491377147933</id><published>2010-01-18T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:04:10.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essential Oils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S1S7tGt4WVI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T2c_sIM9HWw/s1600-h/199%2520LavenderOil%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428169834459846994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S1S7tGt4WVI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T2c_sIM9HWw/s400/199%2520LavenderOil%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, after a 4 mile run on Friday and a 4 mile walk on Saturday, I ended up with a huge blister on my toe. I think this is because in my effort to get cuter feet, I used my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pumice stone on&lt;/span&gt; them and made them soft. Too soft for the rigors of running and my shoes rubbed my toes the wrong way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways - I had this huge blister on my big toe and it hurt. I'd heard both that blisters could be popped and that they shouldn't be popped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I popped mine. I put a needle in alcohol then poked a little tiny hole in the blister - which I didn't feel at all. Then I squeezed out the water, put a drop of lavender essential oil on it and covered it with a beautiful Cinderella &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning it didn't hurt AT ALL. It was completely gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why have I ever suffered from a blister? And I vow to not ever suffer through it again....just get rid of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love essential oils, but I don't know much about them. My extent of using them is this:&lt;br /&gt;1- Putting a few drops of Peppermint oil on a tissue and letting Reese sleep with that on her pillow to help her relax and fall asleep. I also put a couple drops on the fabric of Josie's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; on our last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;roadtrip&lt;/span&gt; to help settle her upset stomach.&lt;br /&gt;2- Mixing 3 drops Tea Tree, 3 drops &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lavender&lt;/span&gt;, and 1 drop Peppermint with about 2 tsp olive oil and making a massage oil to help with colds and sore muscles.&lt;br /&gt;3- Mixing 2 drops &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lavender&lt;/span&gt; with 1 tsp olive oil and rubbing Josie's legs to help with growing pains before bed.&lt;br /&gt;4- I dabbed one drop of Tea Tree oil on a pimple and it went away within 2 days... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little I'm learning more. And one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; I follow (What's Cooking Good Looking?, listed in my blog list on the right) had a guest post on another blog where she explained some other simple uses for essential oils. &lt;a href="http://yournaturalbabyandmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/essential-oils-guest-post-with-kara.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click here to go there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I quite often refer to it to see what I can mix up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my essential oils on my last trip to Utah. I haven't looked for them in Washington. They're probably available at Whole Foods or something else like that. If you know a great place to get them - let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5780835491377147933?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5780835491377147933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5780835491377147933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5780835491377147933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5780835491377147933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/01/essential-oils.html' title='Essential Oils'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/S1S7tGt4WVI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T2c_sIM9HWw/s72-c/199%2520LavenderOil%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-907968381360406076</id><published>2010-01-07T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:15:50.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy kids</title><content type='html'>Just some silly stuff I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was changing Josie's clothes she lifted her arm and looked at her shoulder. There was a deep wrinkle on her shoulder because of how it was positioned and she said, "look! a bum!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Biggest Loser with Reese and when she saw the men weigh in she said, "oh, that would suck to be fat AND hairy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-907968381360406076?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/907968381360406076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=907968381360406076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/907968381360406076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/907968381360406076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazy-kids.html' title='crazy kids'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5246567422425892340</id><published>2010-01-01T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:29:43.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always think I'm going to get a ton of pictures - but at parties - I never end up getting them because I always wanna play with everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The family came over to my house and we played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockband&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandhero&lt;/span&gt; for hours. We had 300 lbs of food, most of which did not get eaten and instead we talked about the Biggest Burton Loser contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49tZaG00I/AAAAAAAAA28/F3PYV17SMkg/s1600-h/P1030311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421838851524449090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49tZaG00I/AAAAAAAAA28/F3PYV17SMkg/s400/P1030311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We counted down the New Year and had confetti poppers all over the living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49s2UPNJI/AAAAAAAAA20/rPA2Jl4nqAc/s1600-h/P1030312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421838842104591506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49s2UPNJI/AAAAAAAAA20/rPA2Jl4nqAc/s400/P1030312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49sZSEqAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Apl3z0j1VZA/s1600-h/P1030310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421838834310883330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49sZSEqAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Apl3z0j1VZA/s400/P1030310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49sPXFVEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/PlWzC7IGz88/s1600-h/P1030313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421838831647544386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49sPXFVEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/PlWzC7IGz88/s400/P1030313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49rroQcvI/AAAAAAAAA2c/k8a5xtBhHqU/s1600-h/P1030309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421838822055899890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49rroQcvI/AAAAAAAAA2c/k8a5xtBhHqU/s400/P1030309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After my new years kiss with my hubby, I played a really cool Pride and Prejudice game with my sister. We played games until almost 2:00. When everyone left, Rich and I did a little cleaning and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great, fun, party!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5246567422425892340?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5246567422425892340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5246567422425892340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5246567422425892340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5246567422425892340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!!!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz49tZaG00I/AAAAAAAAA28/F3PYV17SMkg/s72-c/P1030311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5781611008302307292</id><published>2010-01-01T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:19:17.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>After having dull video tapes of slow moving Christmas mornings. Rich and I drastically reduced our Christmas Morning filming. Now - it moves so fast, like an unwrapping frenzy it's hard to know when to press record on the video camera. We got some video though - I haven't watched it yet. But here are a few pics from Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46_zt9VAI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Vnl31dZIriY/s1600-h/P1030294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421835869289796610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46_zt9VAI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Vnl31dZIriY/s400/P1030294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the girls (in a picture that could badly use some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; help...) in their Christmas Eve pj's, just before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46_XYVLPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/2m13rpTN4_A/s1600-h/P1030295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421835861682892018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46_XYVLPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/2m13rpTN4_A/s400/P1030295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Morning...Jo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; face down in the hall and cried. I think it was the craziness of the older girls' screaming at seeing what Santa left and the fact she didn't get much sleep, having to wake up early to get the goods. After a little coaxing she came into the room and saw her very own kitchen. She played with it and flatly refused to open any other presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46-w2erDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/CEirQ7GAsIk/s1600-h/P1030298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421835851340360754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46-w2erDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/CEirQ7GAsIk/s400/P1030298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning isn't complete without something for Rich to build. Thanks Lisa for these awesome mechanical animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46-p4bsFI/AAAAAAAAA18/vk1lX9n8fBk/s1600-h/P1030300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421835849469505618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46-p4bsFI/AAAAAAAAA18/vk1lX9n8fBk/s400/P1030300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5781611008302307292?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5781611008302307292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5781611008302307292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5781611008302307292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5781611008302307292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz46_zt9VAI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Vnl31dZIriY/s72-c/P1030294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7280150660707895075</id><published>2010-01-01T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:03:44.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year we had Christmas Eve and my Brother and Sis-in-law's house. It was so much fun! Here is Adrienne's beautiful tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42ddn1KPI/AAAAAAAAA10/V2A152kNfno/s1600-h/P1030253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830881196452082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42ddn1KPI/AAAAAAAAA10/V2A152kNfno/s400/P1030253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42dKOaeeI/AAAAAAAAA1s/VLQS4uQ2YsQ/s1600-h/P1030257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830875989572066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42dKOaeeI/AAAAAAAAA1s/VLQS4uQ2YsQ/s400/P1030257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the party - and it was great to have it at her house because not only is it big enough to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; us - but she has a playroom with tons of toys so it keeps the kids busy and happy while I can run around and take pictures of myself with people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42cqLljeI/AAAAAAAAA1k/zE7_rHOUTIo/s1600-h/P1030260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830867387780578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42cqLljeI/AAAAAAAAA1k/zE7_rHOUTIo/s400/P1030260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is here, carving the awesome turkey he made in a rotisserie cooker. They also made some delicious ham. It was a great dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42O6KmKqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/YjFJr-ytXwk/s1600-h/P1030256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830631160425122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42O6KmKqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/YjFJr-ytXwk/s400/P1030256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Lisa, she's my sis-in-law and we love having her up for Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42Oc-k_dI/AAAAAAAAA1U/XuIaRh5CUIg/s1600-h/P1030263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830623325388242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42Oc-k_dI/AAAAAAAAA1U/XuIaRh5CUIg/s400/P1030263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42OA0AEgI/AAAAAAAAA1M/oGbLVnqN5RU/s1600-h/P1030258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830615764832770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42OA0AEgI/AAAAAAAAA1M/oGbLVnqN5RU/s400/P1030258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42NtB3m8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/gRL90k2adSE/s1600-h/P1030271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830610454289346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42NtB3m8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/gRL90k2adSE/s400/P1030271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since this night - I've begun wearing my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bronzer&lt;/span&gt; again. No need to look like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Morticia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42NOnWQxI/AAAAAAAAA08/fLyewCCbgdc/s1600-h/P1030274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830602289988370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42NOnWQxI/AAAAAAAAA08/fLyewCCbgdc/s400/P1030274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz416f_OCOI/AAAAAAAAA00/W3wdeVU1uDQ/s1600-h/P1030275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830280536000738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz416f_OCOI/AAAAAAAAA00/W3wdeVU1uDQ/s400/P1030275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The older kids table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz4156LwlWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JQMtpp9cgxo/s1600-h/P1030280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830270388049250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz4156LwlWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JQMtpp9cgxo/s400/P1030280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the cousin gift exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz415gmntJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/0020Ij4KCvc/s1600-h/P1030283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830263521391762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz415gmntJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/0020Ij4KCvc/s400/P1030283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boombox&lt;/span&gt;! Are you kidding??? This gift is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; 'borrowed' by a cousin - Josie did not want to let that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boombox&lt;/span&gt; go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz415KkerPI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ysdIOOmEPCw/s1600-h/P1030286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830257606831346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz415KkerPI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ysdIOOmEPCw/s400/P1030286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and sweet little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt;. She wanted to be on camera so I had to take a picture of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz414orygNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/39iKLTK-4ng/s1600-h/P1030291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421830248510685394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz414orygNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/39iKLTK-4ng/s400/P1030291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aj&lt;/span&gt; and Adam! It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7280150660707895075?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7280150660707895075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7280150660707895075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7280150660707895075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7280150660707895075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sz42ddn1KPI/AAAAAAAAA10/V2A152kNfno/s72-c/P1030253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-944029928255277807</id><published>2009-12-11T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:24:21.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a MEGA long time since I've blogged. Not only have we been busy with vacations, holidays and sickness - I've been just plain slacking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from our Utah trip. It snowed a little bit while we were there. There was enough snow for the girls to make a snowman and for Josie to tromp around happily in her boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLS3UUYNfI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MBQKcD_dRBo/s1600-h/IMG_7044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121549841577458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLS3UUYNfI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MBQKcD_dRBo/s400/IMG_7044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLS28wI_9I/AAAAAAAAAy0/e8lryhwsG0o/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121543515570130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLS28wI_9I/AAAAAAAAAy0/e8lryhwsG0o/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLSvIM_VWI/AAAAAAAAAys/2NlEAsQfGds/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121409150408034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLSvIM_VWI/AAAAAAAAAys/2NlEAsQfGds/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLSuQ7iFNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/KwWVCB9HHME/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121394313237714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLSuQ7iFNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/KwWVCB9HHME/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Rich had the day off so we went to lunch at Jay Berry's and then to Snoqualmie Falls. I LOVE the falls. I like to go when it's sunny, or when there's been a lot of rain and they're really full, or like today, when it's been so cold there's ice everywhere! It's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLSt2YRYVI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QkG0NtIn66I/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121387186020690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLSt2YRYVI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QkG0NtIn66I/s400/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLStGkKFAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/bqbQxg6iK-M/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121374350971906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLStGkKFAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/bqbQxg6iK-M/s400/c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this last pic is a paper craft I did for my daughter's friend. I had this plain brown sack that needed to wrap a b-day present so I dressed it up. On my sis's blog she linked this &lt;a href="http://fittoseejane-thelittlewhiteattic.blogspot.com/2009/12/incredible-paper-garlands.html"&gt;really great paper craft christmas decor pic (click here&lt;/a&gt;) and I fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLSsZnwu4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/VvHSNGItdDY/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414121362286492546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLSsZnwu4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/VvHSNGItdDY/s400/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-944029928255277807?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/944029928255277807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=944029928255277807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/944029928255277807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/944029928255277807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SyLS3UUYNfI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MBQKcD_dRBo/s72-c/IMG_7044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-2147693090177337727</id><published>2009-11-03T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:50:53.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>We had a great Halloween!!!!! Here are some pictures of our costumes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVTRUPGWI/AAAAAAAAAx4/-nrh_Hnrip0/s1600-h/IMG_7031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399980111515556194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVTRUPGWI/AAAAAAAAAx4/-nrh_Hnrip0/s400/IMG_7031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie LOVES &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;. She saw this costume in the store somewhere around Oct. 1 and loved it then. Then as Halloween grew closer, she refused to ever put it on. I was worried she wouldn't wear it at all! Then, when she realized, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; got candy, she happily put it on and went trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVSOr66GI/AAAAAAAAAxw/oJDfK-faYYE/s1600-h/IMG_7017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399980093629720674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVSOr66GI/AAAAAAAAAxw/oJDfK-faYYE/s400/IMG_7017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese went as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharpay&lt;/span&gt; from High School Musical. The dress and purse we got at goodwill, the sweater was from storage and I bought the sparkly leggings at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;. I also bought some rhinestones and a $1 headband and we glued them on so it reads - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHARPAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVRa2voBI/AAAAAAAAAxo/2FmJ3XIyAEM/s1600-h/IMG_7022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399980079716474898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVRa2voBI/AAAAAAAAAxo/2FmJ3XIyAEM/s400/IMG_7022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; went as a mad doctor/crazy old person -one of those throw together costumes that can be a few different things. We borrowed an old lab coat from my sister - bloodied it up along with some pants and sprayed her hair. Hanging above her you see the new Halloween decoration we bought this year, a body &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encased&lt;/span&gt; in webbing....some spider has a tasty treat waiting for it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVQ95p70I/AAAAAAAAAxg/XreXdZWsKxY/s1600-h/IMG_7026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399980071944056642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVQ95p70I/AAAAAAAAAxg/XreXdZWsKxY/s400/IMG_7026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had decided I wanted to be Medusa, and when I mentioned it to a friend it turned out she had a costume I could borrow - PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVQO3-2sI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iA09znf7H48/s1600-h/IMG_7032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399980059320572610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVQO3-2sI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iA09znf7H48/s400/IMG_7032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad ended up throwing together a wig, hat and glasses to take the girls trick-or-treating and looked a lot like Slash. But we didn't get any pictures :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a great Halloween and there is a TON of candy just waiting to cause tummy aches.  Come over and I'll give you some ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-2147693090177337727?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2147693090177337727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=2147693090177337727&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2147693090177337727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2147693090177337727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SvCVTRUPGWI/AAAAAAAAAx4/-nrh_Hnrip0/s72-c/IMG_7031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-8849855364392402500</id><published>2009-10-29T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:12:33.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>District Diversity Meeting</title><content type='html'>For those wondering -&lt;br /&gt;I did attend the diversity meeting at the school district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went because I wanted to know what the school's taught about same-gender families and let them know I didn't want assignments or books about same-gender relationships being given to my children. I believe marriage is absolutely sacred and should be between a man and a woman. (Interesting how my view is supported by thousands of years of humanity - yet now I feel afraid to stand up for my beliefs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the school's definition of diversity listed among ethnicity, religion, and financial status were gender-identity and sexual orientation.  But this was at the forum - I don't know what is taught to students regarding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that bullying of any type for any reason is wrong. I was shocked to hear the Jr High and High School students talk about the teasing, fights, and violence that occurs. It became obvious that more needs to be done to punish/counsel the kids involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forum wasn't really an open mic type situation - which I was somewhat grateful for, I'm not big on confrontations. But we divided up into groups to discuss the issues the students talked about. I let the facilitator know the reason for my attendance and that I didn't think homosexuality should be taught in school. I told her that tolerance and acceptance are two very different things.  I also asked that parents should be made aware when controversial issues like this are going to be talked about in class BEFORE hand so they can approve of it or make other arrangements. She took notes on what the group said and it was all going back to the district. I also filled out a comment card, repeating my thoughts, with my e-mail address and notation that I was interested in being involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of America's greatness is the FREEDOM OF RELIGION. Once same-gender marriages are approved and schools start teaching it as natural and normal, that freedom begins to erode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-8849855364392402500?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8849855364392402500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=8849855364392402500&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8849855364392402500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8849855364392402500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/district-diversity-meeting.html' title='District Diversity Meeting'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5302065156424099193</id><published>2009-10-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:21:08.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Food and Fashion</title><content type='html'>The truth is - I always forget about goodwill. And, I don't think the prices are low enough for used stuff. That being said, there's a time of year I love to go there - Halloween. I love making my own costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reese had decided she wanted to be Sharpay from High School Musical. The ready to wear costume you can buy is between $20-$30 and not that great. So off to goodwill we went. I found the perfect dress for her! It was an adult's really small size, so It works without hardly any alterations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SuC56eV2MGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zetnfji-_1M/s1600-h/goodwill+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395516767818100834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SuC56eV2MGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zetnfji-_1M/s400/goodwill+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't get a full body pic, because she's still feeling a bit sick. But I cut the dress on a diagonal on the bottom and added some closures in the back. We also found this silver sparkly sling bag she'll use to put her candy in.&lt;em&gt; "And after that just for anything I want!" she explained.&lt;/em&gt; With a pink fur jacket and pink heels from storage; we'll add some fancy leggings, and make a headband that says "Sharpay" in sparkles and she'll be good to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for the food--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SuC56HS5CwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/LtP20lYaOkk/s1600-h/squash+with+filling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395516761631689474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SuC56HS5CwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/LtP20lYaOkk/s400/squash+with+filling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally tried a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; for a stuffed squash I've been wanting to try. It was SUPER YUMMY. It's an acorn squash, cut and cooked for 30 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. Then stuffed with shredded &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt;, carrot and onion that had all been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sauteed&lt;/span&gt;. Added to that were some bread crumbs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuscan&lt;/span&gt; spice mix and an egg. Once the filling is in the squash cook for another 15 minutes. It smelled like Thanksgiving and tasted delicious. Next time - I'll probably salt and pepper the inside of the squash before scooping in my filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SuC55pmLuXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qo2txmT3tZo/s1600-h/banana+zuccini+bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395516753659541874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SuC55pmLuXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qo2txmT3tZo/s400/banana+zuccini+bread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love banana bread. And I used to love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt; bread, but have never made it. So this time as I made my banana bread I added a shredded &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt; to it. I used applesauce and a tiny bit of olive oil instead of butter and honey instead of sugar. The recipe called for Baking Soda but I also added a bit of Baking Powder because I've read that when using honey instead of sugar the food needs the extra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umph&lt;/span&gt; of leavening agent. To get a good sweetness I sprinkled the pan very lightly with some brown sugar before pouring in the batter as well as sprinkled a little on top of the batter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this had 1 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt;, 3 bananas, and 3/4 applesauce - a good amount of necessary fruits and veggies; as well as it was made with whole wheat flour. And you know what? The kids gobbled it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5302065156424099193?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5302065156424099193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5302065156424099193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5302065156424099193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5302065156424099193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-and-fashion.html' title='Food and Fashion'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SuC56eV2MGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zetnfji-_1M/s72-c/goodwill+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-570184442612715918</id><published>2009-10-20T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:55:50.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>So Excited :)</title><content type='html'>On October 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 12:01 am, I committed to doing another Triathlon. I was really nervous and those &lt;em&gt;voices of self doubt were creeping in (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BOOO&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I remembered this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/St3my8swuJI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zHQ6M_qYA6w/s1600-h/number.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394721691621439634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/St3my8swuJI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zHQ6M_qYA6w/s400/number.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The extraordinary feeling of doing something I never thought I would be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned all along to do the&lt;a href="http://www.emdesports.com/wunderwoman_triathlon/home.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wunderwoman&lt;/span&gt; Triathlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;again in 2010. But for some reason this &lt;a href="http://www.valleygirltri.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Valley Girl Triathlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seemed too intimidating. The distances are only a bit longer on the swim and bike, and quite doable, but the whole idea of trying something new was daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached back into my heart and grasped hold of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TRI&lt;/span&gt;-HIGH&lt;/span&gt; I got from my last triathlon - &lt;a href="http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-trid-it-and-i-loved-it.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;read about it here&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- And signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tiff for pushing me, and although I hesitated, I am so so excited for it. And the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; sold out on October 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 1:10 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to kick up my training.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-570184442612715918?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/570184442612715918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=570184442612715918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/570184442612715918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/570184442612715918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-excited.html' title='So Excited :)'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/St3my8swuJI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zHQ6M_qYA6w/s72-c/number.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-9105327549147530598</id><published>2009-10-09T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:51:31.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s who I am'/><title type='text'>Catch and Release is for Sissies</title><content type='html'>Our kitchen seemed overrun with fruit flies this year. Even after storing bananas in the pantry and everything else in the fridge - we still had the little pests flying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked online and there were several different methods - including a catch and release. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;? For fruit flies?? After reading my post, you'll see there's nothing humane about my method. But I guess if you prefer, you can skip the last couple steps and let the little buggers go live outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Ss9_JHBdAII/AAAAAAAAAww/MZhmjnDsdrU/s1600-h/IMG_6971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390667073466466434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Ss9_JHBdAII/AAAAAAAAAww/MZhmjnDsdrU/s400/IMG_6971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I got a glass, I used glass specifically so I could see how many I was trapping.&lt;br /&gt;2. Put some bait in the bottom. I used pineapple. But I also noticed a cup of OJ my daughter left out had attracted a lot of fruit flies (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a funnel out of paper. The top needs to be wide enough to sit in the glass while leaving space at the bottom for your bait. The hole at the bottom is about 1/8" wide. The funnel shouldn't touch the bait, it may help the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt; crawl out.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tape the funnel to keep it's shape and tape it all around the top of the glass so they can't crawl out of the glass.&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy watching the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt; get trapped, for some reason once they get into the glass, they can't fly up out of the funnel hole.&lt;br /&gt;6. To kill the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt;, you can put the cup in the freezer for about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;7. So that I didn't have to make new traps, and I was afraid of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt; getting out of the trap, and I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt; don't like cold bait, once I took it out of the freezer, I microwaved my whole trap and set it out to catch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other suggestions are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put apple cider vinegar in a bowl and mix with dish soap. The apple cider attracts them, and the dish soap helps disperse the surface tension and they drown. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;2. At night, put a dish of bait in your dishwasher and leave the door slightly ajar. In the morning, gently, so as not disturb the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt;, close the dishwasher door. Turn on the dishwasher and wash those flies away. (you shouldn't open the door to see how many you caught - this could alert the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt; and they'll fly away. - see why I love the glass method.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hunting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-9105327549147530598?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/9105327549147530598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=9105327549147530598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/9105327549147530598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/9105327549147530598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/catch-and-release-is-for-sissies.html' title='Catch and Release is for Sissies'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Ss9_JHBdAII/AAAAAAAAAww/MZhmjnDsdrU/s72-c/IMG_6971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-8804559497842667176</id><published>2009-09-21T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:21:48.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><title type='text'>A new love -</title><content type='html'>I've never been a huge fan of sewing. I liked it; but only if the pattern wasn't very complicated. Actually, I think I don't like patterns. Now that I look back - the projects I've really enjoyed, are those that I make up, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge5CfTJ3I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ogPQbTzMYkY/s1600-h/IMG_5214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384087319790954354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge5CfTJ3I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ogPQbTzMYkY/s400/IMG_5214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn's&lt;/span&gt; 2008 Zombie Bride Halloween Costume &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge4WdF8lI/AAAAAAAAAwY/O4lBp9JKACw/s1600-h/IMG_5817%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384087307970540114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge4WdF8lI/AAAAAAAAAwY/O4lBp9JKACw/s400/IMG_5817%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Jane Austen Tea-party dress, refashioned from an old potato sack style dress &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I hate the way I look in the picture - my sister &lt;a href="http://http//fittoseejane-thelittlewhiteattic.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here for her blog&lt;/a&gt; - looks AB/FAB! - but the only thing I like about me is the cool dress I made and the fact that I've lost 25 pounds since this pic was taken in February.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge4FUggPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/b1HhuvQpbn8/s1600-h/IMG_5489_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384087303371129074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge4FUggPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/b1HhuvQpbn8/s400/IMG_5489_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Apron Extravaganza last Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Although we used a pattern, choosing fabrics and trims allowed for a lot of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just made this cute little apron - patterned after ideas in my head, cutting and trimming and measuring at whim. This apron is for an auction fundraiser my sister is involved in for her son's soccer team. But I plan on making a similar styled one for me with different fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge3cbGsyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Qbk0ogkK37A/s1600-h/Apron.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384087292392944418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge3cbGsyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Qbk0ogkK37A/s400/Apron.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love the wide waistband, which I reinforced with fusible interfacing so that when it's washed it hopefully won't get all bunched up and twisted. I also made wide, long ties that can tie in front or back. You can't really tell from this picture but the ruffle on bottom curves up around and meets up with the waistband in back. I wanted a sort of bustle look to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things I'll change when I make mine: the apron a little shorter and more narrow as well as making the ruffle bigger. I'll let you know how it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find aprons fun to sew because you can piece together many different fabrics, shapes and ideas to come up with something that makes cooking more fun! I've even considered making a few of these, stockpiling up and getting in on the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sassymeihome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sassy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-8804559497842667176?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8804559497842667176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=8804559497842667176&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8804559497842667176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8804559497842667176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-love.html' title='A new love -'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Srge5CfTJ3I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ogPQbTzMYkY/s72-c/IMG_5214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-1583885834820959162</id><published>2009-09-13T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:45:55.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>She'll be comin' 'round the mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq2-fSxBqlI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hZ69zkg_GVY/s1600-h/P1030200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mt. Rainier Hiking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Expedition&lt;/span&gt; circa 1930s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq23-LChUwI/AAAAAAAAAvo/kJiTLhj8n7Y/s1600-h/hpc-001508%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159408520745730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq23-LChUwI/AAAAAAAAAvo/kJiTLhj8n7Y/s400/hpc-001508%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it to Rainier last Saturday and had a great time. We didn't go on the glaciers like the pic above, but I thought it was so cool I had to pass it along. I came across this GREAT site - and if you love old photographs, you should check it out. It's the &lt;a href="http://home.nps.gov/applications/hafe/hfc/npsphoto.cfm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;National Park Service Historic Photograph Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And you can search by theme, park, year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq239osWnMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rl49rPJdCtw/s1600-h/P1030179a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159399300963522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq239osWnMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rl49rPJdCtw/s400/P1030179a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday was a gorgeous sunny day. We started out late in the day, 1:00pm because Rich was out on a boy scout &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;campout&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq239PgFOvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/QzH8xeM38vQ/s1600-h/P1030188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159392538606322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq239PgFOvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/QzH8xeM38vQ/s400/P1030188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We saw this momma dear and her fawn. The fawn was too shy and kept hiding from my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq238jpmoWI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/4fKGiSMtjb8/s1600-h/P1030190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159380767383906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq238jpmoWI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/4fKGiSMtjb8/s400/P1030190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Usually when we go to Rainier we hike The Grove of the Patriarchs. Which I love. A beautiful hike that a one-year old who likes to walk can do. But this time we decided to venture out and try some new hikes. I'm so glad we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nisqually&lt;/span&gt; Vista trail. At about 1.5 miles, plus a little extra because the trail head wasn't where we thought it was, it was a perfect distance that we got some exercise without tiring out little Josie. There were some uphills, but it's paved the whole way, strollers would be doable, and maybe a wheelchair if you had someone really strong pushing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were gorgeous flowers and meadows and then the path led down to the cliffs, where you could look out across the canyon and see the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nisqually&lt;/span&gt; Glacier and White River. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381166574600301138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq2-fSxBqlI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hZ69zkg_GVY/s400/P1030200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beautiful. - We're kinda covering up the view here, but we're cute too so that's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159369270007938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq23740amII/AAAAAAAAAvI/cY3nkubSSes/s400/P1030195a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also did 0.7 mi at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Longmire&lt;/span&gt;, Trail of Shadows. There is a 1920s cabin and mineral springs bubbling up from the earth. I didn't have my camera :( and we didn't have time for the museum. So I plan to go again when I can browse the museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended it all with a picnic at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Longmire&lt;/span&gt; and a peaceful drive home because the kids all fell asleep from the warm sunny hikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381165239047521874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq29RjcbhlI/AAAAAAAAAv4/t6PxzYzj6p8/s400/P1030194a.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-1583885834820959162?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1583885834820959162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=1583885834820959162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1583885834820959162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1583885834820959162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/shell-be-comin-round-mountain.html' title='She&apos;ll be comin&apos; &apos;round the mountain'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sq23-LChUwI/AAAAAAAAAvo/kJiTLhj8n7Y/s72-c/hpc-001508%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4193182998442898769</id><published>2009-09-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:46:13.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V.'/><title type='text'>Hi my name is Shannon....</title><content type='html'>And I'm a t.v. addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv t.v.! It's so fun to cuddle up with my hunny and watch some good shows once the kids go to bed. Here are some things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm Heroes NBC - Premieres Sept 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm SYTYCD FOX - Premieres Sept 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm SYTYCD FOX - Premieres Sept 9&lt;br /&gt;10:00pm Law and Order SVU NBC - Premieres Sept 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm Parks and Recreation NBC - Premieres Sept 17&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm The Office NBC - Premieres Sept 17&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm Fringe FOX - Premieres Sept 17&lt;br /&gt;9:30pm 30 Rock NBC - Premieres Sept 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm Law and Order NBC - Premieres Sept 25&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm Medium CBS (moved from NBC!) - Premieres Sept 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This list is taken from &lt;a href="http://whatruwatchin.blogspot.com/"&gt;What We Watch to Escape Our Own Reality&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4193182998442898769?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4193182998442898769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4193182998442898769&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4193182998442898769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4193182998442898769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-my-name-is-shannon.html' title='Hi my name is Shannon....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-1937062405130372294</id><published>2009-09-03T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:46:25.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political'/><title type='text'>School/Speech update</title><content type='html'>I am not really a get-involved-kinda-gal. But it was quite gratifying to get a call from the principal just now to discuss my concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ramona, for the tip on e-mailing the district. I didn't know who to e-mail so I copied everyone, from the superintendent to the entire board of directors. Thank heavens for e-mail! If this had been a phone or even worse, letter writing with stamp, campaign I'm not sure I would have gotten involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I e-mailed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would appreciate any information you have in regards to Obama’s speech to school children, taking place on Tuesday, September 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t feel comfortable having my children watch the speech without me. If I trusted that it would stick to back-to-school messages than it wouldn't bother me, but I don't trust that. And the classroom, especially k-6 grades, is not a proper forum for a political message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel teachers who are participating in viewing the speech should offer alternative activities. Families should be notified that these are available. I know there are some, including myself, who would prefer to watch the message with their children. If there are not at-school alternatives available, my children will be staying home that day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the info I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids' school, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will have alternate activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going on in the library. Every&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parent should be getting a call&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;from the school, explaining what's happening on Sept. 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - speech day. Then a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;form should be coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in which they can opt out of the speech viewing and subsequent assignments regarding the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-1937062405130372294?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1937062405130372294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=1937062405130372294&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1937062405130372294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1937062405130372294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/schoolspeech-update.html' title='School/Speech update'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3067017242429620612</id><published>2009-09-03T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:46:40.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political'/><title type='text'>A Parent's Right</title><content type='html'>Do you know about Obama day at school? &lt;div&gt;Is it happening in your school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you fine with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377292896196319474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sp_7ZiMDWPI/AAAAAAAAAu4/f3LAJ0T3Kmw/s400/6620_117974807157_628997157_2202838_3001235_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it is not a big deal. It might not strike me as bad at all, if it were not for the fact that some schools will not allow the parents to attend. Wierd? A little off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I e-mailed my daughters' principal and their teachers to see if they will be participating. Just something short and simple to find out what's going on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am curious if our school will be viewing the message President Obama will be giving to school children on Tuesday, September 8th? If so, can I attend the viewing with my children? Also, what type of work assignments will be given to the children pertaining to the speech and can I view them first?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Shannon Miller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe, if you believe it is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARENT'S RIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to know what schools are teaching your children, you should do something similar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In response to a friend who asked, "would you care if George W. Bush was doing it?" I said this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would be opposed to any president who has, in the months leading up to such a speech, reached his hands in and tried to manipulate so much of my life. Stimulus taxes, cap and trade, healthcare - if these things become law I lose control over my own life. I'm not going to approve of anyone circumventing me to teach my children whatever he/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she wants. Parents can watch the puberty videos, or even sit in a reading class if a child is having a hard time - why should a president's speech be any different?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3067017242429620612?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3067017242429620612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3067017242429620612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3067017242429620612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3067017242429620612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/parents-right.html' title='A Parent&apos;s Right'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sp_7ZiMDWPI/AAAAAAAAAu4/f3LAJ0T3Kmw/s72-c/6620_117974807157_628997157_2202838_3001235_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3988943707267168301</id><published>2009-08-27T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:47:05.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>More Fun</title><content type='html'>Here's some more summer fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1K32jnnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JqgSRH3xB2M/s1600-h/IMG_6848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374752772453539442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1K32jnnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JqgSRH3xB2M/s400/IMG_6848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally made it to a blueberry farm. It was great. Josie ate blueberries the whole time. Then found she could have a lot of fun feeding them to the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1KSDWEVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/YIEznqLswDg/s1600-h/IMG_6845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374752762306629970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1KSDWEVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/YIEznqLswDg/s400/IMG_6845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1J0f-kKI/AAAAAAAAAug/I10qcvLaIKw/s1600-h/IMG_6827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374752754373660834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1J0f-kKI/AAAAAAAAAug/I10qcvLaIKw/s400/IMG_6827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; snack. Forget microwave popcorn. Stove top is just as easy and healthier for you too considering there's no fake butters and chemicals to consume. Put some olive oil in the pan just a Tablespoon or two. Add 3 kernels of corn. PUT ON THE LID. When those kernels pop - add the other kernels 1/3 to 1/2 a cup. PUT ON THE LID! Shake until the popping stops. (just like microwave popcorn:) Top with melted butter and salt if desired. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1JV553aI/AAAAAAAAAuY/88eSqd7VsbM/s1600-h/breadmaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374752746160905634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1JV553aI/AAAAAAAAAuY/88eSqd7VsbM/s400/breadmaking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm still making bread for my family. It's so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; and is made with honey instead of High Fructose Corn Syrup and other crazy additives. I use this &lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes.aspx/honey-whole-wheat-bread"&gt;Gold Medal recipe&lt;/a&gt; except I use ALL whole wheat flour and there are a few differences so if you try that recipe and it doesn't work lemme know, I'll tell ya what I do. I usually use the Stone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Burh&lt;/span&gt; whole wheat flour because it works well and I can sometimes find it in the bigger bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1I2PcORI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/3E2l4TGyBcE/s1600-h/robot+arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374752737661303058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1I2PcORI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/3E2l4TGyBcE/s400/robot+arms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this here makes me laugh. Josie found these wrist warmers and for some reason when she wears them - she thinks she's a robot. So she'll start doing robot arms and hands and saying, "I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beebot&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beebot&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's been a ton of fun. But I'm really looking forward to school starting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3988943707267168301?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3988943707267168301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3988943707267168301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3988943707267168301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3988943707267168301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-fun.html' title='More Fun'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Spb1K32jnnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JqgSRH3xB2M/s72-c/IMG_6848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5459782045804122689</id><published>2009-08-17T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:55:50.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>I TRI'd it and I loved it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was SO FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was doing this triathlon with my sisters, Tiffany and Cami, and my niece Sara. The night before the race we chatted too long and only got about 4 1/2 to 5 hrs of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Waterfront park we were all jittery - not knowing what to expect. We took our bikes down to the racks and tried to prepare ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootOF5TmaI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iQkkxf6rkt8/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371155225716693410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootOF5TmaI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iQkkxf6rkt8/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootNmeRXWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/S0HXs7prb0o/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371155217281801570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootNmeRXWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/S0HXs7prb0o/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my transition area. My towel right next to my bike. Yes, that is a cute skateboard helmet and not a bike helmet. I may invest in a new helmet so I look like a real cyclist. My socks are rolled down so they'd be easy to slip on over wet feet. My number is pinned to my shirt so it'll be ready for my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootNE0AUAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/HWHTDZLFb2w/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371155208246153218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootNE0AUAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/HWHTDZLFb2w/s400/IMG_0301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are before the race, showing off our numbers. With numbers on the arm you REALLY feel like a triathlete. They told me too look mean but I couldn't stop laughing. I just wanted to get started already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootMqOk9qI/AAAAAAAAAtw/VKSxzDL5ii8/s1600-h/in+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371155201109849762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootMqOk9qI/AAAAAAAAAtw/VKSxzDL5ii8/s400/in+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the 1st wave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heading into the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Here, your heart starts pounding, goosebumps are forming, and you begin doubting you'll remember how to swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did - and I loved it. I have to say swimming was my favorite part of the triathlon. The water felt so good once I started going. If I felt any panic I just did what helps me keep my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; in the water - go through multiplication tables in my head. (I know, totally nerdy.) One thing I did not expect is how dizzy I was when I came out of the water! I couldn't run a straight line up the hill to the transition area!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swim 1/4 mile - 11 min 20 sec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took longer than I needed in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st transition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I started washing my feet with my water, then realized it didn't really matter so I put on my shoes with bits of sand and grass in my socks. Also, I walked through my transitions. I didn't run like others - I was too nervous of falling or going the wrong way. Plus I needed to catch my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transition 1 - 3 min 27 sec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was super fun too. This is when you first start hearing the other people say things like: good job! keep it up! you're doing great! as they pass you. Which seems a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; maybe, but to a first timer is so encouraging. Sometimes I got a little sidetracked, like when the geese flew in a HUGE V-formation overhead and I almost wrecked watching them instead of the road. I was most grateful to the woman who passed me with a bike computer and told me we were half way there. I want a bike computer:) I was most scared when the volunteer pointed out the gravel to my right, right when I was trying to make a left turn down a steep hill. In fact, I said aloud, "I'm scared." as I rode past her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bike 10 miles - 43 min 57 sec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was slow during my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; second transition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also. In fact I remember at one point, just standing and staring at my transition towel thinking, &lt;em&gt;huh, shouldn't I be doing something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transition 2 - 2 min 3 sec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was what I was dreading the most because I'm not a great runner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt; I only average about 12 minute miles. And that's WITHOUT having just swam or rode a bike. So I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trudged&lt;/span&gt; along, stopping to stretch out my cramping calf/hobbit foot a few times. I was grateful for the water stations, teary-eyed at the kids holding posters for their mom and laughing at the lady talking on her cell phone, "&lt;em&gt;Ya, I'm running right now&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run 3 miles - 39 min 32 sec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootMXwxS5I/AAAAAAAAAto/IUJA8SAbYG4/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371155196152990610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootMXwxS5I/AAAAAAAAAto/IUJA8SAbYG4/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But it felt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to come in across the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and see I had achieved my cushy goal of under 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Total time - 1 hr 40 min 22 sec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't wait to beat it next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5459782045804122689?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5459782045804122689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5459782045804122689&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5459782045804122689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5459782045804122689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-trid-it-and-i-loved-it.html' title='I TRI&apos;d it and I loved it!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SootOF5TmaI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iQkkxf6rkt8/s72-c/IMG_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5611090102959833779</id><published>2009-08-13T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:55:50.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>TRI it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoRHa2wiOgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/f7QNCJ5Lg0w/s1600-h/121.1054_small%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369495182433729026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoRHa2wiOgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/f7QNCJ5Lg0w/s400/121.1054_small%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sprint triathlon is this Sunday. That's only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt; away! I have to admit I am getting really nervous, but OH, SO, excited. It's the "&lt;a href="http://www.emdesports.com/wunderwoman_triathlon/home.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wunderwoman triathlon"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;in Spokane. I'm doing it with 2 other sisters. I have another sister and niece who signed up for it but may not be going. So I'll have some support there, although none of us will be in the same wave.&lt;br /&gt;Swim 1/4 mile&lt;br /&gt;Bike 10 miles&lt;br /&gt;Run 3 miles&lt;br /&gt;My hope is to keep it all under 2 hours. (Yes, I am pretty slow so that is a good goal for me.)&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and pray for me on Sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoRHUkxCjWI/AAAAAAAAAsw/DJyM3PBfdvo/s1600-h/121.1054_small%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5611090102959833779?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5611090102959833779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5611090102959833779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5611090102959833779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5611090102959833779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/tri-it.html' title='TRI it!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoRHa2wiOgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/f7QNCJ5Lg0w/s72-c/121.1054_small%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-8767043385495529941</id><published>2009-08-10T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:48:08.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A few summer highlights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far so fun! We travelled to Utah to visit with family and then some of them followed us home :) All in all we're having a great time hanging out. Here are some of the highlight pics from my camera. I need to get pics from others' cameras as I didn't always have mine with me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCglBkGhHI/AAAAAAAAAso/iiMeKaGL6DI/s1600-h/IMG_6788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368467313761092722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCglBkGhHI/AAAAAAAAAso/iiMeKaGL6DI/s320/IMG_6788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried to get in plenty of sun/water time. With days at pools, lakes, ocean shores, and this shot of Josie at Golden Gardens in Ballard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgkpyK9xI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7vM4LgkTpds/s1600-h/IMG_6526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368467307377653522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgkpyK9xI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7vM4LgkTpds/s320/IMG_6526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my sis, Kris and my niece Katelynn on some sort of whirly-gig at a metal park. Fun but REALLY hot in the 100 degree weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgRbWM-tI/AAAAAAAAAsY/8bvYuwBcj_A/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466977084734162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgRbWM-tI/AAAAAAAAAsY/8bvYuwBcj_A/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Utah to help send my nephew off on his mission. He's in the MTC getting ready for Paraguay. Here he is with my sis Melanie. Thomas you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgQ-CN2jI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/srHh6ORAP74/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466969216277042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgQ-CN2jI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/srHh6ORAP74/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie and her family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgQRAgF-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/fe7J2by7i_w/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466957129488354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgQRAgF-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/fe7J2by7i_w/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese and her cousin 'twin' Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgP3tfYKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nyP1bbm9038/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466950338863266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgP3tfYKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nyP1bbm9038/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the Oquirrh Temple open house. My girls were so excited to see the bride's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgPjhqjgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/IGRKhhsD9Ro/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466944920555010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCgPjhqjgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/IGRKhhsD9Ro/s320/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis Ramona &lt;a href="http://www.samuelsfamilyfrenzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;(at this blog)&lt;/a&gt; in her Wicked Witch costume. Although the play doesn't open until end of August we got to see her in costume for a parade. Luckily I'll get to go back without the kids for a "ME" weekend and see her in action .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf_AlezoI/AAAAAAAAArw/zMq7ugv4GEs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466660663414402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf_AlezoI/AAAAAAAAArw/zMq7ugv4GEs/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the parade. Reese waving at the princesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf-o8onFI/AAAAAAAAAro/PxAJN_X2wok/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466654318074962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf-o8onFI/AAAAAAAAAro/PxAJN_X2wok/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seafair - BLUE ANGELS - so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf-TtM2oI/AAAAAAAAArg/esYJVC-TCHk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466648616196738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf-TtM2oI/AAAAAAAAArg/esYJVC-TCHk/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf9mJ-gmI/AAAAAAAAArY/5gIjp81Ne0g/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466636388860514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf9mJ-gmI/AAAAAAAAArY/5gIjp81Ne0g/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie and her Beenpaw (aka grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf9dzSDTI/AAAAAAAAArQ/KXcXlDBd2oM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466634146188594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCf9dzSDTI/AAAAAAAAArQ/KXcXlDBd2oM/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Golden Gardens, watching the sailboats go in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-8767043385495529941?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8767043385495529941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=8767043385495529941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8767043385495529941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8767043385495529941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-summer-highlights.html' title='A few summer highlights...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SoCglBkGhHI/AAAAAAAAAso/iiMeKaGL6DI/s72-c/IMG_6788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4720437511497491001</id><published>2009-07-09T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:49:18.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenges'/><title type='text'>Everything Austen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thewrittenword.wordpress.com/2009/06/22/introducing-the-everything-austen-challenge-with-prizes/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358703440216777954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sl3wYyLI5OI/AAAAAAAAArI/3J5HiLJycHA/s200/everything+austen.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on this cute little pic to find out about a fun Austen Challenge at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewrittenword.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stephanie's Written Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To participate not only do I link her to my blog, but I commit to doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; related things in the next &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (click on the colored/big words for more info;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/books/6460024/Emma-(by-Jane-Austen)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- I've never read this before so I'm really enjoying this right now :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800265209/info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- I'll probably watch the Gweneth Paltrow version as this is the version that's playing in my head as I read the book. I'm forcing myself to NOT WATCH IT until I finish the book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also want to watch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spout.com/films/Clueless/92274/default.aspx"&gt;Clueless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've seen this movie a few times before. Just a few months back I caught part of it and I realized - "Hey That's EMMA!" So I want to watch it after I finish the book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/books/4045215/Dashwood-Sisters-Secrets-of-Love-The"&gt;The Dashwood Sisters' Secrets of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I interrupted my Emma read for this book. I read it Monday and Tuesday this week. It's a Young Adult book so it was a really easy read. Cute and fun. I had a hard time not picturing the sisters in their Austen era gowns and houses though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hasKmDr1yrA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- This is always and all time favorite. Five hours with Colin Firth?? What's not to love. (&lt;strong&gt;even if... or should I say especially if... you know what movie I'm talking about you're going to want to click on my P&amp;amp;P link!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chroniclebooks.com/index/main,book-info/store,books/products_id,7847/title,Pride-and-Prejudice-and-Zombies/"&gt;Pride, Prejudice and Zombies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - This is so intriguing to me! I love the idea of a rewrite with zombies! Who woulda thunk it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think think it'll be a lot of fun and great excuse to get to do some reading and watching of Austen Stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned about this challenge through my sisters blog: &lt;a href="http://fittoseejane-thelittlewhiteattic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Little White Attic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Who is a great Austen afficianado and will be hosting her own blog giveaway on Friday so you better go check her out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4720437511497491001?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4720437511497491001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4720437511497491001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4720437511497491001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4720437511497491001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/07/stephanie-written-word.html' title='Everything Austen'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sl3wYyLI5OI/AAAAAAAAArI/3J5HiLJycHA/s72-c/everything+austen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3472217083305864456</id><published>2009-07-07T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:51:02.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Weekend of FUN</title><content type='html'>We had a great time this Fourth of July weekend. With relatives visiting from Utah there were plenty of cousins and craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the little ones settling down for a movie after playing outside in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRv17EpEI/AAAAAAAAArA/5eW9q4KMHyg/s1600-h/P1030089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355855001732555842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRv17EpEI/AAAAAAAAArA/5eW9q4KMHyg/s400/P1030089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRvk60BzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/fWkwy5gp4hE/s1600-h/P1030061+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355854997168064306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRvk60BzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/fWkwy5gp4hE/s400/P1030061+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Pike Street and fought the crowds at the Farmers Market. Lucky for me Josie fell asleep in her stroller and slept through this madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRiQ0IxpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OZhTunu1Bcs/s1600-h/P1030070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355854768433055378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRiQ0IxpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OZhTunu1Bcs/s400/P1030070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRhNCEl8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/hkFqdnbE_Rc/s1600-h/P1030060+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355854750237890498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRhNCEl8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/hkFqdnbE_Rc/s400/P1030060+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese loves feeling grown-up and was always curious about where we were on the map. Here we're waiting for our turn on the monorail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRgz7-boI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8ad4DRGwy4E/s1600-h/P1030038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355854743501434498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRgz7-boI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8ad4DRGwy4E/s400/P1030038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July party was a blast - as always. The boys start the day with a trip to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reservation&lt;/span&gt; to get fireworks. Then we all gather at my sister's house and watch with amazement while sheilding our eyes from falling ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRgWVMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/qZtoyJOXhgk/s1600-h/IMG_6325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355854735554144130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRgWVMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/qZtoyJOXhgk/s400/IMG_6325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie was scared of the fireworks, but soon she stopped shaking with fear and was content just to NOT leave our laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRf62t4uI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/w88NQiYsLJM/s1600-h/IMG_6318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355854728178557666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRf62t4uI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/w88NQiYsLJM/s400/IMG_6318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3472217083305864456?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3472217083305864456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3472217083305864456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3472217083305864456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3472217083305864456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-of-fun.html' title='Weekend of FUN'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SlPRv17EpEI/AAAAAAAAArA/5eW9q4KMHyg/s72-c/P1030089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-588161206315973289</id><published>2009-06-29T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:51:46.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s who I am'/><title type='text'>Mom = Boss</title><content type='html'>I love summer. I love the freedom in my schedule. I love the sun and playing in the water. I love it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;I was not looking forward to the kids coming in and out with a horde of friends and me left cleaning up their messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I was going to get more control.... because I am the boss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer rules:&lt;br /&gt;At least 1 job everyday (kitchen, living rooms, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;Clean room every morning including make bed&lt;br /&gt;Get laundry ready for wash&lt;br /&gt;Read every day&lt;br /&gt;Math practice every day&lt;br /&gt;No friends before 10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;No friends before jobs listed above are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has REALLY helped! Every morning the downstairs is looking pretty good. The morning can start to seem pretty long when friends start coming to the house at 8:30 a.m. That frustration is gone. Last summer, my kids really lost some of their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mathematical&lt;/span&gt; facts when school started again...I refuse to let that happen this year. They're learning responsibility and time management. So far it's working out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I haven't figured out yet is sleepovers. I haven't let them have them yet. I told them summer just started and I wasn't ready. So I've got to figure out my rules for sleepovers and then I'll let them have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352822819680710354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkkL_nisbtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1J2ALBkrfwQ/s400/to+do+list.JPG" /&gt;They're pretty good at getting it done. But I find they work the best when I give them this list like this one. I've started making myself these and the boxes bring a smile to my face every time I check something off. And what is really great is sometimes I'll do my run in the morning with Josie and give Ash and Reese their lists. Then when I come home, their jobs are done, they're happy and ready to call friends and go play for the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I luv being the boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-588161206315973289?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/588161206315973289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=588161206315973289&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/588161206315973289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/588161206315973289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/06/mom-boss.html' title='Mom = Boss'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkkL_nisbtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1J2ALBkrfwQ/s72-c/to+do+list.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5011755873044448043</id><published>2009-06-23T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:52:10.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A weekend away from home :)</title><content type='html'>We spent this Father's Day weekend in Spokane. I'd only briefly stayed there before and didn't see any of the sights. So I was excited about this trip and getting to play. We visited Rich's dad who lives in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Couer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;d'Alene&lt;/span&gt; and my sister who lives in Spokane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We visited Riverfront Park where we played on the giant wagon, rode the gondola, and fed the ducks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350661441667110434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFeO2_yliI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x5kBiSTvxLM/s400/feeding+ducks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFa1d1Ht8I/AAAAAAAAAps/BVQkAQciy7E/s1600-h/wagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657706879858626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFa1d1Ht8I/AAAAAAAAAps/BVQkAQciy7E/s400/wagon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFa1M-PCSI/AAAAAAAAApk/nZD7fqRQod8/s1600-h/josie+on+gondola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657702354684194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFa1M-PCSI/AAAAAAAAApk/nZD7fqRQod8/s400/josie+on+gondola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie was nervous about the gondola ride at first. This picture is of her taking shelter in her dad's arms while trying not to see too much of what's outside the gondola. She soon got over it and had a great time pointing at the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFa0pCyQ6I/AAAAAAAAApc/K7-OPWCl84E/s1600-h/reese+on+gondola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657692710093730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFa0pCyQ6I/AAAAAAAAApc/K7-OPWCl84E/s400/reese+on+gondola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures on the gondola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFajDgzCOI/AAAAAAAAApU/diIUKlJGBLw/s1600-h/ash+on+gondola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657390577649890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFajDgzCOI/AAAAAAAAApU/diIUKlJGBLw/s400/ash+on+gondola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaizLNjDI/AAAAAAAAApM/RYGy2Qek_8g/s1600-h/chocolate+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657386192145458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaizLNjDI/AAAAAAAAApM/RYGy2Qek_8g/s400/chocolate+fountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Father's Day brunch at the Davenport Hotel in the Isabella ballroom. It was so beautiful and so delicious. The girls spent most of their time dipping fruit and marshmallows in the giant chocolate fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFailYApcI/AAAAAAAAApE/M4_ouRMg1n4/s1600-h/josie+on+blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657382487729602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFailYApcI/AAAAAAAAApE/M4_ouRMg1n4/s400/josie+on+blocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These blocks are also at Riverfront park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaiSozpWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EeCSZgc2mJA/s1600-h/reese+on+blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657377457907042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaiSozpWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EeCSZgc2mJA/s400/reese+on+blocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFah_H7WCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/S0Du-2ca7KM/s1600-h/Ash+on+blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657372219725858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFah_H7WCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/S0Du-2ca7KM/s400/Ash+on+blocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Davenport Hotel was lavishly built in 1914 and is amazing to see. We stayed in the new Davenport Hotel Tower which was very nice, and still fancy enough that Reese cried when it was time to leave. (Since we've been home she has been paying Rich paperclips to be her servant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaQqQMrdI/AAAAAAAAAos/BX9KCY-en2k/s1600-h/reese+at+davenport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657074559495634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaQqQMrdI/AAAAAAAAAos/BX9KCY-en2k/s400/reese+at+davenport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaQKmTiJI/AAAAAAAAAok/1bHQHhZjFnI/s1600-h/Dad+and+Ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657066062284946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaQKmTiJI/AAAAAAAAAok/1bHQHhZjFnI/s400/Dad+and+Ash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rich and Ash at the Safari Grill in the Davenport Hotel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaP9SV_3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZlF6yAGLb4E/s1600-h/Reese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657062488899442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaP9SV_3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZlF6yAGLb4E/s400/Reese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from our Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaPYmI8dI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zwYxLuxywVw/s1600-h/Ash+and+Jo+at+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657052639818194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaPYmI8dI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zwYxLuxywVw/s400/Ash+and+Jo+at+fountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaPC6R5uI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TPi3ZfOvJIc/s1600-h/girls+in+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657046818711266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFaPC6R5uI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TPi3ZfOvJIc/s400/girls+in+bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time and hope to go back soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5011755873044448043?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5011755873044448043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5011755873044448043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5011755873044448043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5011755873044448043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-away-from-home.html' title='A weekend away from home :)'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SkFeO2_yliI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x5kBiSTvxLM/s72-c/feeding+ducks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-150612211441719546</id><published>2009-06-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:30:50.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say and do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>AFV</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my girls were out on the playset playing America's Funniest Home Videos. This included falling down slides, flipping out of swings and falling off the rings. It also included bloodied knees for Reese and a black-eye for her best friend. Too bad I wasn't videoing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-150612211441719546?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/150612211441719546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=150612211441719546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/150612211441719546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/150612211441719546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/06/afv.html' title='AFV'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6288491743716288937</id><published>2009-06-06T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:53:10.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>Favorite t-shirts</title><content type='html'>I got a new t-shirt today...and it's the best kind. The kind you earn by doing a run. I did another 5k today. &lt;a href="http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-it.html"&gt;You can read about my last one here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know I've changed the way I eat and drink and am feeling a lot better than I did last October. I've lost 18lbs since then and shaved 8 minutes off my 5k time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I find the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;k's&lt;/span&gt; fun, I'm doing them in preparation for my Sprint Triathlon. It's in August and I'm so so so excited about it! It's the &lt;a href="http://www.emdesports.com/wunderwoman_triathlon/home.html"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wunderwoman&lt;/span&gt; triathlon &lt;/a&gt;in Spokane. 1/4 mile swim, 10 mile bike ride, 3 mile run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6288491743716288937?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6288491743716288937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6288491743716288937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6288491743716288937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6288491743716288937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/06/favorite-t-shirts.html' title='Favorite t-shirts'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6096695678816000912</id><published>2009-06-03T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:53:29.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Josie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, my little baby angel turned two! I can't believe how fast she's growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is just shortly after she was born held by a tired looking dad with Reese taking pictures. The girls had put present bows on her hat and blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SicbowLwmXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/_v7ynwGDDRo/s1600-h/josie+in+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343269869841324402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SicbowLwmXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/_v7ynwGDDRo/s400/josie+in+hospital.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken the morning after our Memorial Day campout. Rich had taken the grill shelf off the BBQ so he could get the pancakes going and Josie thought it was a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sicbo_Kt2gI/AAAAAAAAAn0/n6qBzQW7baU/s1600-h/Josie+on+grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343269873863481858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/Sicbo_Kt2gI/AAAAAAAAAn0/n6qBzQW7baU/s400/Josie+on+grill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls picked out this water mat for her birthday present. She was timid at first but soon was laughing and dancing in the water. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SicbomxkhOI/AAAAAAAAAns/jTn4bJcSNF0/s1600-h/josie+on+watermat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343269867315561698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SicbomxkhOI/AAAAAAAAAns/jTn4bJcSNF0/s400/josie+on+watermat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Josie....I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6096695678816000912?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6096695678816000912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6096695678816000912&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6096695678816000912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6096695678816000912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/06/josies-birthday.html' title='Josie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SicbowLwmXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/_v7ynwGDDRo/s72-c/josie+in+hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6586703452060823942</id><published>2009-05-29T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:30:19.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say and do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>School Bus Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SiAzjAKxtcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/DeZ7Y7pkcQo/s1600-h/ketchup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341325834495047106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SiAzjAKxtcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/DeZ7Y7pkcQo/s200/ketchup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I sat by the girl with the mini ketchup bottle again yesterday."&lt;/strong&gt; This is how Reese started her conversation with me this morning over breakfast. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's been having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; over her morning bus rides to school. Her best friend in the neighborhood has started sitting with a friend from her own grade/class and Ashlynn wants to sit with her own friends as well. Reese said that this leaves her sitting with people she doesn't know and it makes her stomach hurt. One day she sat next to a fifth grade girl who had a mini ketchup bottle in her hands. The girl opened up the bottle, put some ketchup on her finger and ate it. Reese was almost&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; gagging&lt;/span&gt; when she told me this and said that seeing it made her stomach hurt even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EWW....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlynn's been trying to figure out who this fifth grader is and Reese's only descriptive helps are: her hair is in a wacky braid every day and she has a brother in kindergarten. I guess the girl didn't have her ketchup bottle yesterday but Reese still didn't want to sit with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322909266971138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SiAw4u2DigI/AAAAAAAAAnc/kT_kme8RmmY/s400/2009+01+253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6586703452060823942?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6586703452060823942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6586703452060823942&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6586703452060823942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6586703452060823942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-bus-woes.html' title='School Bus Woes'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SiAzjAKxtcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/DeZ7Y7pkcQo/s72-c/ketchup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5927323525937641121</id><published>2009-05-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:54:26.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Seahurst Park</title><content type='html'>(&lt;strong&gt;HOORAY&lt;/strong&gt;! I have photoshop again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to go on a field trip with Reese's class to Seahurst Park. I'd never been before and so I was really excited to see the tidepools filled with sea animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHvQRzZwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xzljx2vg_eg/s1600-h/reese+in+tidepool+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340292504047806210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHvQRzZwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xzljx2vg_eg/s400/reese+in+tidepool+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese was shy at first, luckily the first creatures we saw were tiny crabs no bigger than my thumbnail. But as the day wore on and the tide went out we saw bigger sea life and Reese's confidence grew as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHvOJWg0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/EcL-ASp6tPk/s1600-h/reese+with+crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340292503475487554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHvOJWg0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/EcL-ASp6tPk/s400/reese+with+crab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHu4EaFAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8eHGP5vhVoE/s1600-h/reese+with+starfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340292497549169666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHu4EaFAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8eHGP5vhVoE/s400/reese+with+starfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite were the starfish. At first they were clinging to the rocks. Then we found them just on the sand during low tide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHuoeZbdI/AAAAAAAAAm0/S8A0v4M__kI/s1600-h/reese+in+tidepool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340292493363211730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHuoeZbdI/AAAAAAAAAm0/S8A0v4M__kI/s400/reese+in+tidepool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a lot of fun. The weather was nice and we discovered a lot of fun sea animals: sea anemoenes, sea cucumbers, mussels, clams, sand dollars and then there were barnacles as far as the eye could see. I plan on going back with my family just to have a fun outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5927323525937641121?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5927323525937641121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5927323525937641121&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5927323525937641121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5927323525937641121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/05/seahurst-park.html' title='Seahurst Park'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/ShyHvQRzZwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xzljx2vg_eg/s72-c/reese+in+tidepool+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7775959806504428733</id><published>2009-05-18T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:30:50.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say and do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s who I am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting around to posting some adorable things my girls' did for Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scan the book &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; made me as well as a top 10 list from Reese. However, Rich recently did something to our home computer and not only do I not have any photo editing software on it anymore &lt;em&gt;I have no Microsoft Office&lt;/em&gt; on it. CRAZY...I KNOW! He works for Microsoft - I guess the shoemaker's daughter has no shoes.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(This is something my mom often said when I was young to explain why we had no blinds or curtains of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anykind&lt;/span&gt; on our ground-floor, bedroom windows and would end up nailing blankets or sheets into the wall to cover the windows for privacy. My father made drapes and hung blinds for a living.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because my husband doesn't check my blog and has no idea how important pictures can be....you'll have to settle for my typing it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;A book she made in class (based on &lt;em&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/em&gt;) The cover is made from a wall paper sample and it's entitled "Do You Know What I'll Do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a girl said to her mom,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what I'll do when the flowers grow again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will gather wild daisies and gently place them in your favorite vase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'll do when it snows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will make a little snowman and take a little picture of it for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I will do when it rains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will come inside and read next to you and snuggle right by you and have hot cocoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I will do when the wind blows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will stand outside and show you how brave I am and that I can do anything for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'll do in the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will read to you in bed and keep you company.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'll do on my walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will gather some things and make crafts for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'll do when I wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll make you breakfast in bed and make you a card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'll do when I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll have a wonderful family and always come visit you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Reese made me at least three different cards and this top 10 list the italics are what she filled in:&lt;br /&gt;10 I love my Mom because she reads &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me my favorite books&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 I love my Mom because she helps me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swing high&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 I love my Mom when she makes me laugh by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tickling me really hard&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 I love my Mom because she taught me how to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do the monkey bars&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 I love to hear my Mom sing&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;jingle bells&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 I love my Mom because she finds time to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be with me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I know my Mom cares because she &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loves me, and our family&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 I know my Mom is smart because she &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goes on the computer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 I love my Mom because she works so hard at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I love my Mom because she's the best mom ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7775959806504428733?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7775959806504428733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7775959806504428733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7775959806504428733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7775959806504428733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3381100803427451694</id><published>2009-05-04T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:55:21.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><title type='text'>And the award goes to....</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I knew we needed to change the way eat in the Miller household is because of my oldest daughters eating habits. She's only 10 and already eating because she's bored or eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it's a party, and eating all the wrong stuff...all the stuff I do and have unfortunately taught her to do. Her weight for her age and height reflected this and was 'off the chart'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter clean eating.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not 100% clean eating, but mostly I am. I haven't bought commercial bread in about a month. And this naturally trickles down to my children. They eat A LOT healthier. I make their breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. No more trips to fast food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; (sometimes twice a day.) And I'm happy to say (although Ash may be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; that I'm letting the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; world know this) she is down 11 pounds in 2 1/2 months. I can tell she's feeling a lot better too. She's outside playing more, jumping on the trampoline more, and happily going for walks with me. So even though my own weight loss seems &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sloooooooooooooooowwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt; - I feel there is a huge reward in my efforts when every I look at my beautiful daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3381100803427451694?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3381100803427451694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3381100803427451694&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3381100803427451694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3381100803427451694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-1090898030087289283</id><published>2009-04-27T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:22:30.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>We went to Utah to visit family there. And although it was nice to see everybody...the 'vacation' was anything but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, the morning after we arrived, we found out my dad was heading to the emergency room with chest pains. I spent the day with him there, while they ran tests and weren't quite sure if he had a heartattack or not. So they wanted him the following morning to go in for stress testing. After that test, they decided he needed to be admitted to the hospital. So I spent Monday with him in there and he got an angiogram and two stents put in. He came home on Tuesday and is still doing well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that I got sick with a head cold. The only thing I wanted to do was sleep. I tried to go shopping with my sister, but spent most of that time in the car because I felt awful. This head cold lasted for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling a little better and managed to squeeze in an afternoon Rock Climbing with Lisa (which was a total blast!) and a visit with Rich's mom that was great for my kids (and grandma:).&lt;br /&gt;Then I got some other sickness, where I had vomitting and overall ick! So Easter, I made it to church. Took a few pics. And then laid on the couch sick for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a fun vacation.....and not a very fun houseguest either! (Sorry Mel)&lt;br /&gt;Put here are a couple of pics from Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtsK5hEQI/AAAAAAAAAms/MSQclkc0ne0/s1600-h/reese+full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329497445902651650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtsK5hEQI/AAAAAAAAAms/MSQclkc0ne0/s400/reese+full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese got a matching dress for her and her doll. A Burlington buy...totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtr_Jzc8I/AAAAAAAAAmk/NDzt5nGuYNM/s1600-h/reese+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329497442749739970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtr_Jzc8I/AAAAAAAAAmk/NDzt5nGuYNM/s400/reese+close.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtro0isZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DQSLCQj0Pzk/s1600-h/josie+full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329497436754981266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtro0isZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DQSLCQj0Pzk/s400/josie+full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie loved her dress, and thought she had to hold on to the flower at her waistband. I think she thought it would fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtrk8vldI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1kw24-iCblo/s1600-h/josie+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329497435715638738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtrk8vldI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1kw24-iCblo/s400/josie+close+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn had a really pretty blue dress but once she got home from church she changed so she could have more time to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtrV0KRtI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7u-x3sS10Rg/s1600-h/Ash+ATV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329497431653107410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtrV0KRtI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7u-x3sS10Rg/s400/Ash+ATV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-1090898030087289283?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1090898030087289283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=1090898030087289283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1090898030087289283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1090898030087289283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SfYtsK5hEQI/AAAAAAAAAms/MSQclkc0ne0/s72-c/reese+full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7718026612241165323</id><published>2009-04-16T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:22:58.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political'/><title type='text'>Why I Went to a Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SeeKfPqUYzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/3_TCFGoAcos/s1600-h/tea+party+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325377353773507378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SeeKfPqUYzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/3_TCFGoAcos/s400/tea+party+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a 'go-with-the-flow' sorta gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you shouldn't interpret that to mean that people can sway me this way or that. The fact is I believe very strongly about certain things and this means I don't feel threatened by others' who would try to push their ideals on to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe God has a plan for us. And my knowledge of this has always made me think - what will happen will happen. I've thought that the government is never going to be perfect. Yes I vote and then I figure, no matter who's in charge it won't be great. But I go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've decided I can no longer sit back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;America can be great&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is great because it was founded by inspired men who were protected by God and led to their positions by Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;America was founded by Christian Men who had days set aside dedicated to fasting and prayer for guidance from God. This country was built on Christian values and morals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we move away from those values, &lt;strong&gt;we move away from what made America work&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God made us Free. And I can't stand by and watch the government invade on my freedom. It's out of control. And...YES...maybe I should have paid more attention all my life. But the point is I'm paying attention now. And I want the government to pay attention to The American Citizens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop Spending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secure our Borders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strengthen Families&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7718026612241165323?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7718026612241165323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7718026612241165323&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7718026612241165323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7718026612241165323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-went-to-tea-party.html' title='Why I Went to a Tea Party'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SeeKfPqUYzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/3_TCFGoAcos/s72-c/tea+party+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-1660721886452193941</id><published>2009-04-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:23:31.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>HaPpy BiRthDay ASHLYNN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my oldest turns 10!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320526179256933506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdZOXuTGnII/AAAAAAAAAl0/85ZeRGqxW_w/s400/Ashlynn.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Has it really been ten years since I was turned away from the hospital because they said my water hadn't broken only to return 2 hours later, driving in a terrible Utah spring &lt;strong&gt;snowstorm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was conference weekend and the whole family came to watch &lt;strong&gt;General Conference&lt;/strong&gt; in my delivery room while I tried to labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then two weeks later I clutched my new baby in my arms as I watched the terrible news of the &lt;strong&gt;Columbine&lt;/strong&gt; High School Massacre and wondered &lt;em&gt;how could I ever protect her from the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523325881230258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdZLxopUo7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/98iCbQjy0ds/s400/Ashlynn4.bmp" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320526179010597650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdZOXtYX0xI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QAsuNwKWREU/s400/1ASH_IV_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's had some trying times, with a blood condition called ITP...but thankfully that's resolved now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320524691402693394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdZNBHnAmxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Gtv1BQ9CMQ0/s400/Ash+on+Christmas.bmp" /&gt; Ashlynn is a sweetheart and a very strong spirit. She and I have our bad moments sometimes, but it's because she is so strong and learning what she is capable of doing in life. She's outgoing and friendly and is able to have great discussions on testimonies, school, and friends. We like to go swimming together at least once a week, just her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320526173915971714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdZOXaZuAII/AAAAAAAAAls/8euZv8JTNjE/s400/Ash+at+Luau.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more Ashlynn &lt;a href="http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/08/disneyland-2002.html"&gt;click here &lt;/a&gt;to see her Disneyland trip when she was 3 1/2 years old:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-1660721886452193941?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1660721886452193941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=1660721886452193941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1660721886452193941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1660721886452193941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-ashlynn.html' title='HaPpy BiRthDay ASHLYNN!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdZOXuTGnII/AAAAAAAAAl0/85ZeRGqxW_w/s72-c/Ashlynn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-8208542222232495274</id><published>2009-04-02T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:23:53.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A few pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are a few personality pics of my girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdUxelnLHNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pgiajs8LXM0/s1600-h/jo+at+window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320212936370363602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdUxelnLHNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pgiajs8LXM0/s400/jo+at+window.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdUxea5tqlI/AAAAAAAAAks/3V0X2vHWzxI/s1600-h/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320212933495335506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdUxea5tqlI/AAAAAAAAAks/3V0X2vHWzxI/s400/ash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdUxeNixXKI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6Rfv9T7RlTk/s1600-h/reese+as+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320212929909447842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdUxeNixXKI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6Rfv9T7RlTk/s400/reese+as+kitty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-8208542222232495274?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8208542222232495274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=8208542222232495274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8208542222232495274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8208542222232495274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-pictures.html' title='A few pictures'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdUxelnLHNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pgiajs8LXM0/s72-c/jo+at+window.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4294997850461739985</id><published>2009-03-30T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:24:39.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Now I'm cookin'</title><content type='html'>I didn't like to cook. It never seemed worth the effort. I thought fast food always tested better than anything I made. If I made dinner, I usually ate it while dreaming about what I would have ordered at a restaraunt. Amazingly enough that is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since trying to figure out 'eating clean' I've been cooking a lot. I'm learning to like the food I make. The idea of how much I used to eat McDonald's starts to make me ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today....Today was the first time I really enjoyed the process of cooking. I made a roast in the crockpot and learning from my past didn't put the potatoes in there with it. They always turn out wierd. So I cooked those separate. But in the midst of it all I made my first loaf of wheat bread. Holy cow, it was yummy. I only did one, cuz I was afraid I'd mess it up royally. But it turned out great and I can hardly wait to make more. Maybe soon I'll even get a wheat grinder so I can make my own fresh flour for the bread. But let's take babysteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319174844147728946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdGBVquegjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/rcUnwEeG4uU/s400/bread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question for any clean eaters out there.....Is honey clean? Should I be using something different for a sweetener? I know I've heard of Agave Nectar but haven't found it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any cooking blogs you love and want to pass along to me? I'd love to check them out too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4294997850461739985?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4294997850461739985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4294997850461739985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4294997850461739985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4294997850461739985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-im-cookin.html' title='Now I&apos;m cookin&apos;'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SdGBVquegjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/rcUnwEeG4uU/s72-c/bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5861832123194344781</id><published>2009-03-28T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:25:41.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Clean eating....I don't even know what that is!</title><content type='html'>Over Valentines weekend my brother and his wife and baby stayed with us which I was so excited about because I love visiting with family. My sis-in-law lives in Utah so I don't know her really well. I know she's sweet, a great mom, and healthy. Healthy in that she doesn't eat processed foods. No white flour, no sugar. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order for her to feel more comfortable, I threw out the molding veggies in my fridge and picked up new fruits and veggies and some wheat bread and wheat pasta. That's all I knew to do.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even comprehend how to live that way! We went to fast food pretty much every day. And me....sometimes twice a day. So I decided to browse the internet to see what things to fix for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I read shocked me ----&gt; having a lean physique is &lt;strong&gt;80% what you eat, 10% fitness and 10% genetics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was absolutely true or bloated statistics to tout a diet plan, I figured there had to be something to it. And that something meant that no matter how much I work out, if my diet is mainly consisting of chocolate chip cookies and diet coke (not kidding I'd have that for breakfast and lunch if I could) then I would NEVER reach my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weight loss&lt;/span&gt;/fitness goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw my sweet sis-in-law I believed the numbers. That girl is stick skinny...and not in an unhealthy way...she ran like no-one I've seen....I was trying to keep up with her on my bike (my no gear, pedal backwards for the break bike that I recently replaced - more on that later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since she's been gone. I haven't had even one diet coke. I'm drinking only water. I've replaced all breads with whole-wheat breads. I've gone through the giant Costco sized containers for grapes and strawberries and broccoli etc. My fruits and veggies haven't gone bad before I had to buy more! I've cut out sugar. No cookies! I switched to Adam's Peanut butter and I've packed healthy lunches for my kids everyday this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to learn the basics of eating clean. It's a big change for me because I've never liked cooking. Now I cook almost every meal. We've gone from going out almost every day to going out almost once a week. I still haven't cooked with whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grains&lt;/span&gt;. It literally scares me to see a picture of a wheat berry (which I didn't know what that was until about a week ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a little over a month, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weight loss&lt;/span&gt; seems a little slow. I can't watch The Biggest Loser because my 1.5 pounds a week feels like nothing in comparison. But I FEEL a lot better. A LOT BETTER! The first 3 weeks without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;....whoa. I would fall asleep anywhere, anytime. But now I feel great from morning to bedtime. My running has also improved. I've gone from dying if I ran for 10 minutes to being able to keep a fairly steady pace for 35 minutes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell myself I get a cheat day, on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt;. This helps me deal with the cravings. Sometimes I take it, sometimes I make it one cheat meal. Maybe I'll have to stop this if I want the weight loss to go quicker....but for now I'm afraid if I do, I'll give in to weekday cravings. I also recently read that it can take 3 months for your body to realize you're eating clean and then the weight will come off. I must admit I haven't been calorie counting or WW Point counting. When I do that I start to feel like if it's only about calories then why can't I have the same amount in a cookie then in a banana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, if you've read through this long post- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;. And I'd love to know of any blogs or websites you refer to for healthy eating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5861832123194344781?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5861832123194344781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5861832123194344781&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5861832123194344781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5861832123194344781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/03/clean-eatingi-dont-even-know-what-that.html' title='Clean eating....I don&apos;t even know what that is!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6675994477824746303</id><published>2009-03-20T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:26:20.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Fair Weather Trainer</title><content type='html'>I have always considered myself a fair weather 'athlete'. I use that in the loosest sense possible. More like a trainer.&lt;br /&gt;So today I was totally freaked out when I hopped on my bike to go for ride. I decide to go to my sister's house...about 4 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;On my way home - HOLY CRAP! The wind starts blowing the rain sideways, my hands are frozen and a giant tree branch falls and flies across the road in front of me. I hide behind a fence and think about calling Rich to pick me up. But Josie's home in bed with a fever; I didn't want him to have to wake her.&lt;br /&gt;I was near the lake trail and so I see the small tunnel and think about taking refuge underneath.&lt;br /&gt;Then the wind let up ever so slightly so I figure I'll just head home. I found myself laughing on the highway as I can barely see and the cars are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;splashing&lt;/span&gt; more water on me.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my clothes were soaked like I had jumped in a lake. My right hand was numb and when I took off my shoe water was able to drip out. Rich was just about to load up the girls. He had a blanket and a towel and was going to come find me.&lt;br /&gt;It was an adventure and it was fun. But I'll probably wait for better weather to ride again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6675994477824746303?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6675994477824746303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6675994477824746303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6675994477824746303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6675994477824746303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/03/fair-weather-trainer.html' title='Fair Weather Trainer'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5520753080039278520</id><published>2009-03-10T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:26:47.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s who I am'/><title type='text'>It's hard to stay up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(that's what she said)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously...I'm having a day where I feel like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but keep fighting it. After 8 1/2 months on the market, our house brought in it's first offer. We were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited when we heard it was coming in. THEN it came in. WAY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;than we could even consider. And it turns out our counteroffer was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for them to do. So now my emotions are a-tumble. But I love to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more than I love to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;so I'll stay up and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if you happen to see me with red eyes today, you should know that I alway cry during the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Price is Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5520753080039278520?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5520753080039278520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5520753080039278520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5520753080039278520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5520753080039278520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-hard-to-stay-up_10.html' title='It&apos;s hard to stay up.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-393718301471178413</id><published>2009-02-27T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:27:10.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>For my Pho-tag friends....</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcphotobooth.blogspot.com/2009/02/samuels.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;of my sister's family. They are beautiful and inspiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-393718301471178413?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/393718301471178413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=393718301471178413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/393718301471178413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/393718301471178413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-my-pho-tag-friends.html' title='For my Pho-tag friends....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-2481117812844126356</id><published>2009-02-23T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:27:33.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sacred Harp</title><content type='html'>When my brother comes to town, he usually times it along with a Sacred Harp convention. Sacred Harp is singing early american christian songs most written in the 1700's. There are no instruments. And it seems the goal is to sing as loud as you can. There are two sacred harp songs on my playlist (The Morning Trumpet and the Sacred Throne)...take a listen. (the first verse is shape note singing where they sing fa so la me....listen long enough to pass that and so you can hear the words of the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The singers sit in their part section and form a square around the room. The leader stands in the middle, keeping time while waving his/her arm. Usually the very dedicated singers sit in the front rows of the square, close to the leader. These singers usually wave their arms also, keeping beat with the leader. Here's my brother leading in the square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306064752018447650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SaLtx3tH3SI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZrCB_KJwo4I/s400/2009+01+158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I love about it: The words to the songs. They are so beautiful and full of lines about salvation through Christ and obtaining rest in heaven when we pass on. I plan to buy one of the books just to have the lyrics on hand. Also...it's fun to sing loud and not worry about what others think (my voice is usually drowned out by my brothers' anyway.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like singing...and are willing to give up control over dynamics and pleasant sounding voices (the more old-timey you sound the better) then find a Sacred Harp group and attend a singing. Take some water and some headache medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This singing was in Seattle near Belltown. So when I needed to clear my head I went for a walk and happened upon the Olympic Sculpture Park - part of Seattle's art musuem. It was really cool with HUGE sculptures and nice pathways and benches to enjoy them. I only saw a few...there were more near the water but I was limited on time. I plan to go back with my children. This is one of sculptures....I didn't see the plaque but I think it was titled, Waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306064762441751570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SaLtyeiO3BI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nSUxTAzyofw/s400/2009+01+162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-2481117812844126356?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2481117812844126356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=2481117812844126356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2481117812844126356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2481117812844126356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/02/sacred-harp.html' title='Sacred Harp'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SaLtx3tH3SI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZrCB_KJwo4I/s72-c/2009+01+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7836095374272615173</id><published>2009-02-20T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:27:56.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Saint Edward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZ-Iy40I6zI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7FDNUGCzJuk/s1600-h/2009+01+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109293891644210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZ-Iy40I6zI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7FDNUGCzJuk/s400/2009+01+197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we went to a really cool park. Saint Edward. There's a huge playground for the kids. Then we hiked down to the lake and the kids put their feet in the water despite how cold it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZ-IzAsIXLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Fvo859mMd-o/s1600-h/2009+01+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109296005536946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZ-IzAsIXLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Fvo859mMd-o/s400/2009+01+215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZ-IygcYtII/AAAAAAAAAjk/o21XPRqympw/s1600-h/2009+01+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109287349564546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZ-IygcYtII/AAAAAAAAAjk/o21XPRqympw/s400/2009+01+216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7836095374272615173?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7836095374272615173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7836095374272615173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7836095374272615173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7836095374272615173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/02/saint-edward.html' title='Saint Edward'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZ-Iy40I6zI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7FDNUGCzJuk/s72-c/2009+01+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-1908829742413960126</id><published>2009-02-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:29:04.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Austenland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZpA8gYYrZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/P6u2BXpOWXE/s1600-h/IMG_5816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622919410724242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZpA8gYYrZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/P6u2BXpOWXE/s320/IMG_5816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my sister hosted her first Austen Tea-Party. (&lt;a href="http://fittoseejane-thelittlewhiteattic.blogspot.com/"&gt;See her blog here&lt;/a&gt;) It was sooooo fun! We had punch and (amazing) cocoa. (Maybe if you comment on her blog we can persuade her to post her recipe). We had a delicious assortment of tea sandwiches, fruit and other finger foods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622941764551154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZpA9zp9AfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/mKVsbd-Rtqo/s320/IMG_5824.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister has a lovely dress she had made for a Jane Austen convention. And I've coveted it ever since. I decided the tea-party was the opportunity I needed to make a dress for me. I didn't have the money to spend on all new fabrics and patterns, so I bought the dress you see below from goodwill. And happily "made it up new again" to be fit for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303623167096702370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZpBK7FUxaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/KZd9qRwcdME/s320/IMG_5808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to this potato sack dress I added a silky blue bodice, sleeves and adorned it with ribbons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622924989248962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZpA81KaNcI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TJK7nMrJuG8/s320/IMG_5817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also altered a goodwill dress for Ashlynn while Reese had a very suitable dress hanging in her closet. Here they are with their cousin.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622938117088962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZpA9mEVJsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ssQa9Re9T_c/s320/IMG_5818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put on a short play which my sister had adapted from one of Jane Austen's Juvenalia work. And we also learned "The Hole in the Wall" dance. All in all it was quite a pleasurable afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-1908829742413960126?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1908829742413960126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=1908829742413960126&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1908829742413960126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1908829742413960126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/02/austenland.html' title='Austenland'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SZpA8gYYrZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/P6u2BXpOWXE/s72-c/IMG_5816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7065759906260652921</id><published>2009-02-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:29:22.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><title type='text'>Under the bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SY5znkcHn-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/aBL4lJLOrOo/s1600-h/2009+01+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300300935095361506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SY5znkcHn-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/aBL4lJLOrOo/s320/2009+01+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ventured in to Seattle and found the Fremont Troll. Ash, Reese and their friend loved it, running around it pretending they lived there.&lt;br /&gt;But Josie wasn't too sure about it. She kept a cautious eye on it the entire time and even when we took her out of the stroller she never made it too close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300300938940614578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SY5znyw5h7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/xIFD84DXugA/s320/2009+01+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7065759906260652921?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7065759906260652921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7065759906260652921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7065759906260652921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7065759906260652921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/02/under-bridge.html' title='Under the bridge'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SY5znkcHn-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/aBL4lJLOrOo/s72-c/2009+01+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-666203867165398379</id><published>2009-01-15T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:31:48.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say and do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Good v. Bad</title><content type='html'>The other night Reese and I were talking about being an example, especially in Church. (Now's a good time for her and Ash to see this in action because Josie is such a little copycat lately.) So I said to Reese, "you're always an example. It's up to you to choose if you're a good example or a bad example."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "ya. Like a good example would sit quietly in church and a bad example would talk loudly, run up to the microphone and start doing hip-hop."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-666203867165398379?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/666203867165398379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=666203867165398379&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/666203867165398379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/666203867165398379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-v-bad.html' title='Good v. Bad'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5488194515311028863</id><published>2009-01-09T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:32:21.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>A Fave and a Babe</title><content type='html'>Here are two miscellaneous pics I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWe9864lvPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VMsCFoMld8c/s1600-h/IMG_5715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289405141666348274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWe9864lvPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VMsCFoMld8c/s400/IMG_5715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Favorite store right now has to be &lt;a href="http://www.taipantrading.com/"&gt;Tai Pan Trading Company&lt;/a&gt;. Although their website isn't real functional...the store is amazing. Everytime I go to Utah I make a special trip so I can get the &lt;em&gt;cutest ever&lt;/em&gt; things for my house. There have been a few times I've entered the store and panicked because I was afraid I would never get to see everything. It's a good thing there's not a Tai Pan nearby or my house would be bursting at the seams with their totally cute decor. I ADORED this snowman sign and so I bought it to add to the cute seasonal change-out hanging arm I also bought from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWe98zo8sHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/tNEj8P0ayf8/s1600-h/josie+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289405139721695346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWe98zo8sHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/tNEj8P0ayf8/s400/josie+tea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my babe Josie enjoying the American Girl Doll stuff Reese recieved for Christmas. Reese's bedroom is Josie's favorite room in the house. If the door is left open she makes a beeline straight to it. (Much to Reese's dislike.) Reese was at school so I let Josie &lt;em&gt;take her tea&lt;/em&gt; in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5488194515311028863?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5488194515311028863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5488194515311028863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5488194515311028863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5488194515311028863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/01/fave-and-babe.html' title='A Fave and a Babe'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWe9864lvPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VMsCFoMld8c/s72-c/IMG_5715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4036493105326236131</id><published>2009-01-05T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:33:04.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Finally some pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some Christmas Morning pictures. Santa was brilliant and brought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; and Reese American Girl dolls. Ash and Reese are just different enough in personalities and far enough in age to think they have nothing in common. But these dolls have inspired so much playtime together. It's been great. Plus...it's so fun to do the dolls' hair...there's no wiggling and crying when I try to get out tangles.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992432413474338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWK5Gaz1fiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3EbCoWO4EBA/s400/reese+christmas.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992428900744194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWK5GNuVfAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/9nssrBWffHw/s400/Ashlynn+Christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWK5HGhcxKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HuQxwSkR8S8/s1600-h/josie+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992444147516578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWK5HGhcxKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HuQxwSkR8S8/s400/josie+christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And not to be left out - Josie got a doll of her own that's the same size/style as the AG dolls. But I think Josie has used Reese's doll sized tea table &amp;amp; chairs as well as climbed on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlynn's&lt;/span&gt; doll bed more than she's played with the doll itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are some pics from New Years Eve. After an evening of playing games like Lips, Call of Duty, Killer Rabbits, and Would You Rather we rang in the new year with sparklers and confetti. These pictures are of Reese and her cousin Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287994637318027554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWK7GwuC-SI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rvUJ2RXm8-o/s400/fireworks+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287994629359345314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWK7GTEjHqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EADNYz1MfLg/s400/fireworks+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287994627901914242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWK7GNpEfII/AAAAAAAAAhE/n5PsK7Man0M/s400/fireworks+1.jpg" /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and is looking forward to a better/happier and more loving New Year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4036493105326236131?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4036493105326236131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4036493105326236131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4036493105326236131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4036493105326236131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-some-pictures.html' title='Finally some pictures'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SWK5Gaz1fiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3EbCoWO4EBA/s72-c/reese+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7040103415639596691</id><published>2008-12-31T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:33:42.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s who I am'/><title type='text'>The Widow's Bounce</title><content type='html'>You know that story in the bible (1 Kings 17:1-24) where the widow has enough cornmeal to make a 'cake' for the (prophet) stranger and then one for her son....even though there was only enough for one? &lt;br /&gt;Well I've had a box of Bounce dryer sheets that keeps magically refilling...it never ends.  Every time I get a new dryer sheet for laundry I think - &lt;em&gt;surely this will have been the last one&lt;/em&gt;.  But then the next time I do laundry...&lt;strong&gt;there is another&lt;/strong&gt;! I have picked up other boxes of bounce when I've gone shopping...just to make sure that I'll have more when I finally run out.  Yet, they sit unopened on the shelf, as the neverending bounce box fulfills it's miraculous duty of keeping me static free and touchably soft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7040103415639596691?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7040103415639596691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7040103415639596691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7040103415639596691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7040103415639596691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/12/widows-bounce.html' title='The Widow&apos;s Bounce'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7619699968174391981</id><published>2008-12-29T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:34:58.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s who I am'/><title type='text'>Snow Daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SVmTMs_wqXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cr77yuBR7Bc/s1600-h/josie+walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285417484142291314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SVmTMs_wqXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cr77yuBR7Bc/s400/josie+walking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our first little snow storm.  Josie, like everyother kid in the neighborhood,  loved to go outside and play.  Soon after this I was lucky enough to find a pair of snow pants just her size so when the snow got deeper she was still able to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SVmTMfZ47YI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mjdk3xscgfw/s1600-h/josie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285417480493788546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SVmTMfZ47YI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mjdk3xscgfw/s400/josie+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285417486136774402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SVmTM0bSDwI/AAAAAAAAAgk/f34LOfXZLSM/s400/igloo.jpg" /&gt;I LOVE the snow.  I have had so much fun this december watching the snow fall, playing outside with the kids and hopping on sleds (but I didn't like the huge bruise I got on my knee when I ran into a rock.)  But when the snow kept falling and falling and falling, all I could think about was building an igloo.  Then after a phone call to one of my brother's in Utah....who himself had just finished building an igloo...I went to work.&lt;br /&gt;Now however.....&lt;br /&gt; igloo + three days of rain = giant pile of slush :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7619699968174391981?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7619699968174391981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7619699968174391981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7619699968174391981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7619699968174391981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-daze.html' title='Snow Daze'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SVmTMs_wqXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cr77yuBR7Bc/s72-c/josie+walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4867258123314616148</id><published>2008-12-23T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:35:21.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say and do'/><title type='text'>Not a Christmas post</title><content type='html'>Driving around in the car, Reese takes off her boots.&lt;br /&gt;"Feel or Smell my feet. They're really sweaty." She said.&lt;br /&gt;"Gross." We ALL reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Well they're hot." Then, she further explained, "well not hot like a boy would like them but just hot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4867258123314616148?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4867258123314616148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4867258123314616148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4867258123314616148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4867258123314616148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-christmas-post.html' title='Not a Christmas post'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4353014593449449339</id><published>2008-12-15T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:36:25.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving with strings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;DON'T FORGET TO PAUSE MY PLAYLIST AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba407c4519f9d53c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba407c4519f9d53c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331690582%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C33BEEF12FFDE4C4E0A3E5ABA14AD5A909075E.10BE3EABD2DED83253997576E33E5615EC068DDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba407c4519f9d53c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D12ilTd_kbMrCCrjBitsO-cnEW1k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba407c4519f9d53c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331690582%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C33BEEF12FFDE4C4E0A3E5ABA14AD5A909075E.10BE3EABD2DED83253997576E33E5615EC068DDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba407c4519f9d53c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D12ilTd_kbMrCCrjBitsO-cnEW1k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here's slideshow of me and my sisters modeling our aprons on Thanksgiving. It was so much fun. First we spent a day shopping for fabrics and then a day sewing them up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was tons of fun and I think new aprons will be a part of every Thanksgiving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4353014593449449339?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba407c4519f9d53c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4353014593449449339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4353014593449449339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4353014593449449339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4353014593449449339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-with-strings.html' title='Thanksgiving with strings...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3718774305152180636</id><published>2008-12-03T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:37:41.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Sidebar</title><content type='html'>I know I promised more apron pics and I'll get to them. But first a little sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to mention a Christmas song I've hated. &lt;em&gt;Dan Fogelberg's Same Old Lang Syne&lt;/em&gt;. This would be the boring song that lasts forever and you're stuck wondering why they play it at Christmas time. But ever since &lt;em&gt;Wierd Al's Stuck at the Drive Thru&lt;/em&gt; parody of that &lt;em&gt;Out of the Closet&lt;/em&gt; song....I have found I can enjoy Same Old Lang Syne....if I make it mine. And here's how you can love it too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Sing Whatever The Crap You Are Doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample of what I sang tonight when the song came on XM Holly 81 :) (Just imagine it to that lame tune and make the words on the end very melodic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to start some dinner,&lt;br /&gt;All I had was some ground beef.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll make it into meatballs,&lt;br /&gt;with some Pasta that's Penne.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier my daughter Ashlynn,&lt;br /&gt;tried to make up some Salt Dough&lt;br /&gt;She must have spilled it on the floor&lt;br /&gt;cuz now there's salt between my toes.&lt;br /&gt;If I walk now on the carpet,&lt;br /&gt;I could wipe it off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;But then the salt will be inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's better if I sweep.&lt;br /&gt;I take the broom out of the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it had a better home.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a good thing that I'm sweeping&lt;br /&gt;cuz on the floor there's Honeycombs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. Here comes little Josie.&lt;br /&gt;She'll mess up my crumb pile.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, she kissing baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works great in the car too.&lt;br /&gt;;) YOU'RE WELCOME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3718774305152180636?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3718774305152180636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3718774305152180636&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3718774305152180636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3718774305152180636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/12/sidebar.html' title='Sidebar'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6366591683160714966</id><published>2008-12-02T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:38:02.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>from the edge of the world (Utah) and the brink of insanity (what does that even mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was a total blast.&lt;br /&gt;Crowded as all get out,&lt;br /&gt;noisier than a cat convention,&lt;br /&gt;and better than ever. (This may be due to the fact that I ran around taking pictures and playing with nieces and nephews rather than cooking and cleaning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a slideshow of some of the pics soon. But for now this will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275332890879522018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/STW_UHjO9OI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-PjxlLYQJyc/s320/IMG_5489_1.JPG" /&gt;I'm happy to say my &lt;em&gt;Apron Tradition&lt;/em&gt; really took off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's me along with 5 of my sisters and 2 sisters-in-law. (Each of our spouses had cameras with instructions to take great pictures of us....so none of us are looking in the same direction.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6366591683160714966?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6366591683160714966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6366591683160714966&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6366591683160714966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6366591683160714966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/STW_UHjO9OI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-PjxlLYQJyc/s72-c/IMG_5489_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-2585784429713524699</id><published>2008-11-17T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:38:21.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Apron fever</title><content type='html'>Here are aprons I made for my girls, mine is just like it but I didn't get a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SSG8-1wzgII/AAAAAAAAAf0/Kkl9xAMzAcw/s1600-h/IMG_5259.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SSG8-tJfhkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CccfYnFMSqI/s1600-h/IMG_5258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269700824457512514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SSG8-tJfhkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CccfYnFMSqI/s320/IMG_5258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year I want to start a tradition (one I read about in a magazine years ago) where the gals all wear new aprons to cook on Thanksgiving. So I decided the best place to start is with myself. :) This year, &lt;em&gt;I'LL&lt;/em&gt; be wearing my new apron to Thanksgiving. And I've tried to spread the word to my sisters so that maybe someone else will wear their favorite apron and we can get some pics together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269700837455774866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SSG8_dkhRJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/aat-1gAPizI/s320/IMG_5260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-2585784429713524699?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2585784429713524699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=2585784429713524699&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2585784429713524699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2585784429713524699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/11/apron-fever.html' title='Apron fever'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SSG8-tJfhkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CccfYnFMSqI/s72-c/IMG_5258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3557263920243243952</id><published>2008-11-16T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:38:48.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><title type='text'>She's craft-tay.</title><content type='html'>You might remember&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-can-be-magic.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;where the girls and I went out for a walk and collected leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's picture of what we made with some of the leaves we collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269414640842607410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SSC4soGqizI/AAAAAAAAAfU/avQ_AWJDONk/s320/IMG_5254.jpg" /&gt;The girls were so excited because they got to use the hot glue gun. I bought the twig wreaths at Joann's and found the swags of acorns there as well. The acorns were 70% off so all in all it was a fun, inexpensive craft. Reese and Ash each had their own book of pressed leaves so they glued them on the wreaths. I ended up walking away because I didn't want to tell them what leaf to glue where, but they asked me to come back to watch them :) Their wreaths are now hung proudly on our front doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3557263920243243952?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3557263920243243952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3557263920243243952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3557263920243243952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3557263920243243952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-craft-tay.html' title='She&apos;s craft-tay.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SSC4soGqizI/AAAAAAAAAfU/avQ_AWJDONk/s72-c/IMG_5254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7987397684009290973</id><published>2008-11-12T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:39:12.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V.'/><title type='text'>It's ON!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SRsZ7TFSlKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/v8t5ViRnvFs/s1600-h/tv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267832695665366178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SRsZ7TFSlKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/v8t5ViRnvFs/s200/tv.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ON!&lt;br /&gt;That's what we used to yell to eachother during t.v. programs back in the day. We'd all be enjoying a show together, such as Star Search or Simon and Simon. Then as soon as the commercial's would start everyone would scatter, getting snacks, cleaning chores, or maybe fixing hair if a date was coming to pick up one of the girls. But whatever you were doing, you would soon hear a melodically drawn out &lt;em&gt;"IT's AAAWNNN!" &lt;/em&gt;and everyone would run back....claiming their crisscrossed-applesauced seat in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I own a DVR and rarely watch any live t.v. Many times someone will asked me if I've seen a certain commercial and the truth is....I haven't. I forward my commercials. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I've been trying to go to bed earlier and so I've been saving my shows for the following day. Well there's only so much you can do in front of the t.v. withouth feeling guilty about spending all day in front of the t.v. (crochet, scrapbook, laundry, make Relief Society invitations etc.) When will I clean my kitchen? Or make beds in the other room? So I'm tryin' it 80's style. During commercial breaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only during the day there's no one to yell, "it's on!" and I have to listen for Teri Hatcher's whiney voice on Desperate Housewives to know. But at least there's no one stealing my seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7987397684009290973?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7987397684009290973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7987397684009290973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7987397684009290973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7987397684009290973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s ON!!!!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SRsZ7TFSlKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/v8t5ViRnvFs/s72-c/tv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-2386384909420500689</id><published>2008-11-05T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:39:31.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V.'/><title type='text'>GOB baby....Get On Board.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SRH6SHnG66I/AAAAAAAAAfE/KQo8xIvzWbU/s1600-h/NUP_132199_0360%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264628560489378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SRH6SHnG66I/AAAAAAAAAfE/KQo8xIvzWbU/s400/NUP_132199_0360%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another of my New FAV shows is: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KATH &amp;amp; KIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Molly Shannon and Selma Blair, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ladies each with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first names = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; totally funny show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things make a show a good show...excellent writing (like Fringe) and/or a sprinkling of awesome improv. Which is what K&amp;amp;K seems to have. It's an American version of an Australian show. Having never seen the original I can't compare the two. But NBC's is the type of show that I like to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rewatch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as I fold laundry because things get funnier and funnier. Like how the BBC Office was or the first couple seasons of NBC's Office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lines like: It's every girls dream to show up at her wedding in a horse drawn pumpkin carriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or: The new sandwich Phil and Kath, it tastes like the love we make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll keep ya laughin....so check it out so we can gab about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-2386384909420500689?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2386384909420500689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=2386384909420500689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2386384909420500689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2386384909420500689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/11/gob-babyget-on-board.html' title='GOB baby....Get On Board.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SRH6SHnG66I/AAAAAAAAAfE/KQo8xIvzWbU/s72-c/NUP_132199_0360%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6416458755932952658</id><published>2008-11-03T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:39:45.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MONA!</title><content type='html'>This post is to wish my sister HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I love ya Mona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQ9EE3fwo3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/nulHhV4mJOk/s1600-h/st+george+92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264501339826725746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQ9EE3fwo3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/nulHhV4mJOk/s400/st+george+92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and You circa 92 could be 93, I'm not sure. I just know our boots are lookin' WAY COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQ9EEitqZJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VGkeTPZ8m6Q/s1600-h/baptism+78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264501334247892114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQ9EEitqZJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VGkeTPZ8m6Q/s400/baptism+78.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us with Lynnae, on my confirmation day, October 81. I remember I LOVED our shoes here too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6416458755932952658?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6416458755932952658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6416458755932952658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6416458755932952658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6416458755932952658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-mona.html' title='Happy Birthday MONA!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQ9EE3fwo3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/nulHhV4mJOk/s72-c/st+george+92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7241500812848974852</id><published>2008-10-31T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:36:25.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>HaPPy HaLLoWeEN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQtfzW2o16I/AAAAAAAAAes/Jjcw-m6fpyw/s1600-h/all+on+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263405925425272738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQtfzW2o16I/AAAAAAAAAes/Jjcw-m6fpyw/s320/all+on+halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQtfspop1AI/AAAAAAAAAek/8_G1h4iFsM8/s1600-h/all+on+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many know, I love October. I think Halloween decorations are so much fun and I always look forward to being able to wear glittery eye-lashes. And what I love the most - My family's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween Parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But this year I didn't get to go :( boo-hoo. But you can check out some of the costumes on my &lt;a href="http://samuelsfamilyfrenzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-hos.html"&gt;sisters blog here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm throwin' my own party. While my kids go trick-or-treating with dad. I'm dressing up in my costume and handing out candy. (Before now, I've always been the one going out t&amp;amp;t'ing with the girls.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQtetv2ZxRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/THm1Vgr0g0c/s1600-h/IMG_5218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263404729544328466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQtetv2ZxRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/THm1Vgr0g0c/s320/IMG_5218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So here is the scene you'll see if you come trick-or-treating at my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me with my Snow White :) Josie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQtevUTPbEI/AAAAAAAAAec/ToWXDNr7znY/s1600-h/IMG_5248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263404756508830786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQtevUTPbEI/AAAAAAAAAec/ToWXDNr7znY/s320/IMG_5248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have a Bite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQteuypvXEI/AAAAAAAAAeU/J4LR24UmJWA/s1600-h/IMG_5252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263404747476393026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQteuypvXEI/AAAAAAAAAeU/J4LR24UmJWA/s320/IMG_5252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQteu5mzvKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/HwYtnnanwmU/s1600-h/all+on+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The magic mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7241500812848974852?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7241500812848974852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7241500812848974852&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7241500812848974852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7241500812848974852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HaPPy HaLLoWeEN!!!!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQtfzW2o16I/AAAAAAAAAes/Jjcw-m6fpyw/s72-c/all+on+halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4456190866331854401</id><published>2008-10-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:43:22.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't make this s&amp;*t up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQqM2E2tgHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XJKnyI5eVyM/s1600-h/BeeBeard%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263173975179886706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQqM2E2tgHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XJKnyI5eVyM/s320/BeeBeard%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am NOT kidding about this. But I was standing at the bus stop today and &lt;a href="http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatever-natureit-is-on.html"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/a&gt; bee flew down and tried to burrow into my HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you haven't experienced this, but you can tell when a bee is getting close to your head. The buzzing is soft at first and you're not even sure you hear it. Then it gets louder and you think &lt;em&gt;hey, I don't mess with bees so they don't mess with me&lt;/em&gt;. Then it's buzzing is so loud that your body is warm with adrenaline and you think, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQqKMkO61qI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5OTM28xai1k/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no way a bee will fly into my head!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've learned to think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a bee went through the buzzing cycle described above &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; times, trying to find a way into my ponytail. I was yelling NO-NO-NO! and swatting at it and running around. (I left poor Josie sitting in her stroller next to the tree with the demon hive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it left without stinging me. I look up and see one of the dad's on his way to the bus stop (up until now I was the only one there) and he's laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a bee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." He nods sarcastically and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the tiny black and yellow menace dive for him. He swipes frantically at his head. The bee had flown right into the guy's forehead! Luckily we all escape without injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot bees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4456190866331854401?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4456190866331854401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4456190866331854401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4456190866331854401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4456190866331854401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-make-this-s-up.html' title='I can&apos;t make this s&amp;*t up!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQqM2E2tgHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XJKnyI5eVyM/s72-c/BeeBeard%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7591237022354687779</id><published>2008-10-29T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:06:01.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it's fun to be IT...</title><content type='html'>The reason I love blog tag is because I have something to write about without straining my brain for knowledge or wit.  So here's my new I got from my sis, Mona at &lt;a href="http://www.samuelsfamilyfrenzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.samuelsfamilyfrenzy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post(&lt;em&gt;without straightening or cleaning&lt;/em&gt;): Your &lt;strong&gt;Fridge&lt;/strong&gt;, Your &lt;strong&gt;Laundry Room&lt;/strong&gt;, Your &lt;strong&gt;Kitchen&lt;/strong&gt; Sink, Your &lt;strong&gt;Bathroom&lt;/strong&gt;, What Your &lt;strong&gt;Kids Are Doing Right Now&lt;/strong&gt; (as your taking pics), and Your &lt;strong&gt;Self-portrait&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMWxDv6nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zRBK36Rd3DM/s1600-h/IMG_5244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680856080673394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMWxDv6nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zRBK36Rd3DM/s320/IMG_5244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy when the top shelf is full :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMWrx1aeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/KXfb_FtHsmg/s1600-h/IMG_5243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680854663358946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMWrx1aeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/KXfb_FtHsmg/s320/IMG_5243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some decorations waiting for Halloween Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMM9b5Y_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/WhRoGHiBp5o/s1600-h/1sink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680687604491250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMM9b5Y_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/WhRoGHiBp5o/s320/1sink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really boring, but so is most of my house because it's for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMMqrD0EI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7pL6so8Do2M/s1600-h/1bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680682567815234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMMqrD0EI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7pL6so8Do2M/s320/1bathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, pretty boring....but for sale :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMB5AxoPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GMfUSPlm-Z4/s1600-h/1josie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680497438433522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMB5AxoPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GMfUSPlm-Z4/s320/1josie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie, happy I was destracted taking pictures.  After I took this picture I was off to take more pics and forgot about cleaning up her mess. She made an even bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMBZsv0zI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tnEX7M4RnC4/s1600-h/1ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680489032930098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMBZsv0zI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tnEX7M4RnC4/s320/1ash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn, didn't want to do her homework, nor did she want her picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMB5cWe3I/AAAAAAAAAck/Sovfh2GFnaQ/s1600-h/1reese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680497554094962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMB5cWe3I/AAAAAAAAAck/Sovfh2GFnaQ/s320/1reese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reese, creating a poster for her Cat Babysitting Business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMek8_QrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pc38yq3Wdc0/s1600-h/1selfportrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680990270046898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMek8_QrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pc38yq3Wdc0/s320/1selfportrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, wrapped in my half finished scarf with knotted yart waiting for me.  My friend Daina said once she was a dabbler in many things a master of none (or something like that).  That's how I feel...I love to try everything out...but I love change and motion so I tend to not stick to one thing very long.  But don't worry...I will finish this scarf.  I love to crochet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMfBTWp_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/pVfpRgt4AEY/s1600-h/2selfportrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680997880047602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMfBTWp_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/pVfpRgt4AEY/s320/2selfportrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to add this one.  As I was taking pics for this my daughter came up and poked me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to be specific and list names who I tag...because I don't want you to be pressured.  But if you check my blog....I probably check yours, so do the tag cuz I'd love to see &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7591237022354687779?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7591237022354687779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7591237022354687779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7591237022354687779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7591237022354687779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-its-fun-to-be-it.html' title='When it&apos;s fun to be IT...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SQjMWxDv6nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zRBK36Rd3DM/s72-c/IMG_5244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7457175810593651972</id><published>2008-10-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:51:43.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your MOM's offensive.....</title><content type='html'>Somewhere my daughters picked up the line, "&lt;strong&gt;no offense, but...&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these types of phrases, including, "&lt;strong&gt;with all due respect...&lt;/strong&gt;"  When I hear these words in movies or t.v. shows it drives me batty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I explained to Ash that saying "no offense, but..." really means, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to say something rude to you but it's not my fault if your feelings get hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"  And being the sweetheart she is she stopped saying it...at least around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night they were making puppets out of paper bags.  Ash turns to me, "Mom, Reese keeps saying that the nose on my puppet looks wierd and ugly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Reese tries desperately to explain, "I said NO DEFENSE!  I said NO DEFENSE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7457175810593651972?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7457175810593651972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7457175810593651972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7457175810593651972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7457175810593651972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-moms-offensive.html' title='Your MOM&apos;s offensive.....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5504035700830828381</id><published>2008-10-23T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:39:56.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This, That &amp; The Other Thing</title><content type='html'>I know I need a new post but my head is as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; as the inside of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jellyfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  So I thought I'd give y'all the opportunity to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;say hiya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;speak your mind&lt;/span&gt; about whatever you want to.  There's no judgements here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5504035700830828381?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5504035700830828381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5504035700830828381&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5504035700830828381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5504035700830828381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-that-other-thing.html' title='This, That &amp; The Other Thing'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-877845195757664920</id><published>2008-10-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:59:40.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Can Be Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One thing I've learned from having kids is that there can be magic anywhere.  Things that become mundane as an adult are amazing once again when you see them with your child.  Leaves falling, jumping in puddles, walking along a hidden trail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend we went for a walk to gather leaves to press in books.  It was a rather well-traveled trail, but since we were the only ones there it became a secret and inspiring place for my daughters.  Reese searched high and low, scanning tree tops and sifting through enormous fallen maple leaves, looking for fairies.  Ashlynn told me stories of trolls and water monsters hiding amongst the underbrush.  And I felt my heart growing even bigger as they explored, discovered and created.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a slideshow of some of our pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c82c77989cb77916" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc82c77989cb77916%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331690582%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C78E85902E4CAC716138515D296BE4EF6FA8EE8.4E4805EF31CA0FF7501B7154C7686F6F55666638%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc82c77989cb77916%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDDJcjkMEOBBx4sFJy1is4i6XvGU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc82c77989cb77916%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331690582%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C78E85902E4CAC716138515D296BE4EF6FA8EE8.4E4805EF31CA0FF7501B7154C7686F6F55666638%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc82c77989cb77916%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDDJcjkMEOBBx4sFJy1is4i6XvGU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-877845195757664920?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c82c77989cb77916&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/877845195757664920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=877845195757664920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/877845195757664920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/877845195757664920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-can-be-magic.html' title='There Can Be Magic'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-4060664625650614994</id><published>2008-10-10T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:08:11.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know when it's quiet...</title><content type='html'>that something's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's never really quiet in my home.  I say home because a house is only a house until the family is there...that's when it's home.  So ya, I suppose my house is quiet.  But my home is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS....&lt;br /&gt;The three-year old finds a pair of scissors and is cutting her hair.&lt;br /&gt;The one-year old finds a bag of marbles.&lt;br /&gt;The halloween candy stash is found.&lt;br /&gt;New Sharpie artwork is appearing on a wall in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;The toddlers found the lotion.  Then the powder.  (This makes a sticky paste that covers all the clothes they had just pulled out of the drawers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happened during the quiet in your home?&lt;br /&gt;(I can't write anymore...it's already too quiet downstairs...gotta go see what's happening.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-4060664625650614994?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4060664625650614994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=4060664625650614994&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4060664625650614994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/4060664625650614994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-when-its-quiet.html' title='You know when it&apos;s quiet...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-9054347485382677169</id><published>2008-10-09T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:36:35.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm brilliant and you can be too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SO5ywkkIHuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/SiigAJfckUg/s1600-h/award%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255263993962438370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SO5ywkkIHuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/SiigAJfckUg/s200/award%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ANOTHER mention of my awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, it's my first. And I'm not sure if it's really mine. I copied it off my sisters blog when she tagged me. But look at it this way. If I tag you, you can copy my awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules: I have to answer the following questions with one word answers and one word only! Then I must pass it on to seven others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This award comes with a list of questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Where is your significant other? Puerto Rico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Your hair color? Darkbrown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Your mother? hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Your father? whiskers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Your dream last night? Blackness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Ireland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The room you're in? no-name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Your hobby? writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Your fear? strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Where were you last night? bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. What you're not? jerk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Where you grew up? Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. The last thing you did? laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. What are you wearing? white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Your TV? action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Your pet(s)? gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Your computer? quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Your mood? antsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Missing someone? Heckya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Your car? Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? Socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Favorite store? Tai Pan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Your summer? fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Love someone? fiercely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Your favorite color? pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Last time you cried? yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically if you read my blog you're awesome and brilliant. So copy the award (is that thing even in english?) and the questions and ANSWER them. Cuz I'll be checking, Niki, Sarah, Lynnae, Wendy, Debi, Jill, etc..... (and Lisa, I guess this means you need to make a blog to put the award on!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-9054347485382677169?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/9054347485382677169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=9054347485382677169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/9054347485382677169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/9054347485382677169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-brilliant-and-you-can-be-too.html' title='I&apos;m brilliant and you can be too.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SO5ywkkIHuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/SiigAJfckUg/s72-c/award%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3158389176993720067</id><published>2008-10-07T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:32:08.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SOuNU_kQoXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/16ZK_m_my7U/s1600-h/P1020391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254448782058234226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SOuNU_kQoXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/16ZK_m_my7U/s200/P1020391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I ran my 5k on Saturday. Okay. I ran/walked it. But I'm really glad I did it. My main goal was to finish before they started giving awards and they had that scheduled for 9:45. The race starting at 9:00. And I made it in just over 44 minutes. I had really hoped to get under 40 minutes. But there was a hill that TOTALLY kicked my booty. And then I had to stop about 3 times and stretch out the arch of my hobbit/princess foot. ( &lt;a href="http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-was-i-thinking.html"&gt;http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-was-i-thinking.html&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;That surprised me, cuz in my practice run/walks it didn't cramp up quite so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.  I guess we're going to find another one to sign up for.  We being the Washington Chapter of the SRC (sisters running club...those are two of my sissies in the pic with me.)  And I figure it's a good thing to sign up for, because I may not be exercising at all otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3158389176993720067?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3158389176993720067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3158389176993720067&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3158389176993720067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3158389176993720067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-it.html' title='I did it.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SOuNU_kQoXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/16ZK_m_my7U/s72-c/P1020391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5406960859940275438</id><published>2008-10-01T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:34:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like it...</title><content type='html'>I like t.v. OK. I LOVE t.v. And I'm feeling a little deprived now that the new fall shows are starting up and I don't have enough DVR capabilities. (I used to have the ability to get 4 shows at once and now I'm down to 2!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I'll write about my new favorite show: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRINGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's named after the 'way out there' kind of science expirements that government would never acknowlege - &lt;em&gt;Fringe Science&lt;/em&gt;. The show has conflicts that will span the series yet the episodes aired so far have been satisfying and not a bunch of unanswered questions like in Lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fringe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, by the way, is partly born from the black-smoke/polar bear/DARMA initiating creator THAT IS J.J. Abrams. So there's action, intensity and an impelling series storyline. Like the X-Files, only it doesn't focus on the paranormal, there is a team of government agents hoping to reel in the madness created from these fringe science expirements. It has cool effects and well cast actors. But my favorite thing about the show is the depth of the characters and the clever writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORG_Q0VwfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bVu4UsOSIdY/s1600-h/GW200H200%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252401118081040882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORG_Q0VwfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bVu4UsOSIdY/s200/GW200H200%5B3%5D.jpg" width="166" height="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia is pulled into the investigations because her previous partner/love was effected and involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's good because she doesn't overact and even though she's pretty she's not sexed up in the shows. I like the way she talks. I saw an interview with her and she has an accent, but none in the show. I think that's why she talks so low, to cover it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORMH2eqcZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gxgXzqx_xHE/s1600-h/GW200H200%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252406763187761554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORMH2eqcZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gxgXzqx_xHE/s200/GW200H200%5B6%5D.jpg" width="179" height="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walter Bishop was institutionalized because he was found incompetent to stand trial for a death that occured in his lab. However, because he is the only scientist that can understand what is going on with Olivia's partner, he's pulled out of the institution. In his earlier years he developed and worked on what the investigators are now trying to uncover. AKA "The Pattern."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walter is my favorite character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He seems lonely and regretful yet he's easy to like and has the best lines of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SOP4ttzJXwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/R3svb9BtOEQ/s1600-h/bishop_jr_th%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORG_EzIwmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CwjtwIgrAho/s1600-h/GW200H200%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252401114854769250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORG_EzIwmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CwjtwIgrAho/s200/GW200H200%5B1%5D.jpg" width="145" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peter Bishop is cool. He's a guy with a past and he's not a federal agent. Olivia needs Peter's help to reign in Walter, his father. His character is also well written and the exchanges between father and son are fantastic. He's my QT pie in the show and although he's familiar I never watched him in other shows. (Dawson's Creek?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SOP4t58w0fI/AAAAAAAAAUk/eb9yJSjxZxA/s1600-h/broleys_th%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORIBrzER_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YeqYY4bmLwI/s1600-h/GW200H200%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252402259194824690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORIBrzER_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YeqYY4bmLwI/s200/GW200H200%5B2%5D.jpg" width="168" height="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Broyles is the agent who oversees Olivia's work investigating &lt;em&gt;the pattern&lt;/em&gt;. He's cryptic and doesn't give her the information she needs for the job. Years ago this would have been a groundbreaking character, but with shows like Lost and Heroes, Broyle begins to seem more like a cookie cutter character and has less depth than the others. He makes for an interesting addition nontheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORG_J_qPpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5YGtukBvAvo/s1600-h/GW175H175%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252401116249472658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORG_J_qPpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5YGtukBvAvo/s200/GW175H175%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Astrid is like a cardboard character and frankly seems out of place in the show. She's supposedly an FBI agent put in the lab to assist but she's pretty much looking through files and running errands. She's the type of character that makes you think..."hey, I could work for the FBI!" Although in this last episode she was pretty mad at Walter and may not forgive him...will she be back in his lab? Me, I don't care if she is or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORLEgq0UvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hWsgb00FZhc/s1600-h/101_5_im_tn%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORLEgq0UvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hWsgb00FZhc/s1600-h/101_5_im_tn%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252405606281925362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORLEgq0UvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hWsgb00FZhc/s200/101_5_im_tn%5B1%5D.jpg" width="119" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fringe is on Tuesday nights on Fox, although it won't be airing next week. A new episode will be on October 14. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe you'll enjoy it as much as I do :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORLEgq0UvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hWsgb00FZhc/s1600-h/101_5_im_tn%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5406960859940275438?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5406960859940275438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5406960859940275438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5406960859940275438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5406960859940275438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-like-it.html' title='Why I like it...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SORG_Q0VwfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bVu4UsOSIdY/s72-c/GW200H200%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-1792798392697902127</id><published>2008-09-27T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:44:28.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>I wasn't.  That's pretty much gotta be the answer.  Why else would I sign up for a 5K when I don't even like walking to the bus stop?  I just got done with a "practice" run and did better than I thought I would.  But now I'm home icing my club foot.  (This foot has also been known as my &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hobbit foot&lt;/span&gt; and on occasion to send good energy to it, I call it my &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Princess Foot&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, most of you probably don't know but I did have to wear &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;special shoes&lt;/span&gt; with a bar attaching my feet together when I was a child. (I just tried to find a picture of said shoes on the internet and the only sites I saw were for HORSES.?.? ) If it were up to my dr. I'd be wearing the z-coil shoes which have a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SPRING&lt;/span&gt; on the heel, every morning, noon and night.  (Although it might help with my vertical jump for volleyball.  I saw something similar on a Scooby-Doo episode.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my 5k is next week.  Wish me luck.  And if you see me running through the neighborhood and I have a smile on my face, just know that secretly I wish you would sneak up and stab me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-1792798392697902127?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1792798392697902127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=1792798392697902127&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1792798392697902127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1792798392697902127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7806083669351483301</id><published>2008-09-25T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:35:21.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SNwMvNY9D8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/9v-QuP2i4m4/s1600-h/At+Phantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250085270794866626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SNwMvNY9D8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/9v-QuP2i4m4/s320/At+Phantom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the girls with Rich, getting ready to go in the theater. They were so excited and didn't want me to waste time with pictures. When Reese saw the flashing Paramount sign she kept saying, "It's just like we're in Paris!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was such a fun night. We talked a lot about the special effects. Reese's favorite part was when Christine went through the mirror to the Phantom. Ashlynn's favorite part was when Christine and the Phantom were in the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my third time at a theater to see Phantom and I've seen the movie at least five times, probably closer to ten. So I found myself comparing this cast to the others I'd seen. And unlike other productions before, this one didn't move me to tears at the end. I think the reason was that I had been pulled out of the action to explain to Reese how the chandelier could fall without hurting anyone or by Ashlynn who wanted me to look more closely at a specific costume during Masquerade...etc...   This produced in me an amazement for the technicalities rather than an emotional response. Also, I was focused more on my daughters' reactions than mine. It was awesome to see the wonder and magic that I feel from live theater come to life on their faces and in their eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7806083669351483301?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7806083669351483301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7806083669351483301&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7806083669351483301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7806083669351483301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SNwMvNY9D8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/9v-QuP2i4m4/s72-c/At+Phantom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5590291530719855686</id><published>2008-09-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:31:48.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To make you smile :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab0d2f8af9f94ed9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab0d2f8af9f94ed9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331690582%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D309845C4E75EB5411A642D52A75D856BB3E2BF7.750CCE1AB62044E1020D250406EF940293C19D0A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab0d2f8af9f94ed9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqT_HuFaU1RdTL6RNAGvENYYFJXI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab0d2f8af9f94ed9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331690582%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D309845C4E75EB5411A642D52A75D856BB3E2BF7.750CCE1AB62044E1020D250406EF940293C19D0A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab0d2f8af9f94ed9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqT_HuFaU1RdTL6RNAGvENYYFJXI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a clip of a video my sisters made. I thought I'd put it on to make my sis smile. With a death in her (husband's) family I wanted to cheer her up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If my playlist is going, you may want to go to the bottom of my page and pause the music so you can hear this video. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy Mona!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5590291530719855686?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab0d2f8af9f94ed9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5590291530719855686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5590291530719855686&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5590291530719855686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5590291530719855686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-make-you-smile.html' title='To make you smile :)'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-8451224216674054569</id><published>2008-09-23T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:58:09.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The times they r'a' changin' but the games stay the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SNlTHLuTthI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wbVNuFuLWvk/s1600-h/180px-Mary1England1544%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249318223548233234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SNlTHLuTthI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wbVNuFuLWvk/s200/180px-Mary1England1544%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday as I was getting my daughters ready for bed, Reese exclaims that SHE WILL NOT SLEEP ALONE in her room. When I asked her why, she explained that Ashlynn had looked up &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BLOODY MARY&lt;/span&gt; on the internet, and now she's scared. It turns out, Ashlynn was a bit scared too and more than happy to have Reese sleep in her room with her. And have the lamp on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have tried to play Bloody Mary with their friends before - by chanting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;oody Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the mirror 3 times. But they always run out of the room too scared to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, it takes me back. Way back to the nights when we'd set up a mirror in the dark sauna in the basement. I'd chant &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bloody Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and nearly wet myself trying to get out of the room. Someone would usually be on the other side of the door, holding it closed so I couldn't get out. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that sauna room was freakin' dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Think of the darkest room in your house and quadruple the darkness. That's what this room was like. AND the lightswitch was on the outside, not inside, where you were trapped with a &lt;em&gt;ghost in a mirror&lt;/em&gt;. The chills would crawl up my spine and make the hair on my neck prickle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I remember the fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave them their lecture on not playing on the computer at friends' houses. I don't know what site they were on. I'm sure there are plenty to choose from. In truth, it makes me laugh. When I was young we had World Book Encyclopedias. And there were two things I loved to look at. One was a picture of a baby with herpes sores all over it's face. And the other was the picture of Queen Mary...who in my mind...was and always will be &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BLOODY MARY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-8451224216674054569?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8451224216674054569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=8451224216674054569&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8451224216674054569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8451224216674054569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/times-they-ra-changin-but-games-stay.html' title='The times they r&apos;a&apos; changin&apos; but the games stay the same.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SNlTHLuTthI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wbVNuFuLWvk/s72-c/180px-Mary1England1544%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-6206259231777951671</id><published>2008-09-18T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:53:25.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATEVER Nature...it is ON!</title><content type='html'>WTCrap?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at the bus-stop, talking with the other mom, basically minding my own business. When a bee or a hornet swoops down at full speed, dives right into my hair and stings my freakin' head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally hurt and I can hear it buzzzzzzzzing around in my hair and I'm trying to wiggle it out without getting bit again. Finally it flies away and the other mom, who doesn't really know me that well, now thinks I'm some sort of freak because I was yelling at a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell my kids don't bother them and they won't bother you. Well &lt;em&gt;OMgosh&lt;/em&gt; there goes that agreement. I'm getting my squashin' shoes on now. (&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Honeybee or not&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I think the venom is staying in the thin layer of skin just above the skull bone. I can practically picture it oozing down from the point of origin like syrup on a stack of pancakes. Oh no...am I losing sight in my right eye?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;J/K&lt;br /&gt;But I might go find some old percocet I have lying around the house.&lt;br /&gt;J/K!!!&lt;br /&gt;bye ----------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-6206259231777951671?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6206259231777951671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=6206259231777951671&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6206259231777951671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/6206259231777951671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatever-natureit-is-on.html' title='WHATEVER Nature...it is ON!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-8145602085212831358</id><published>2008-09-15T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:35:55.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Many days I feel like blogging, but when I sit down at the computer my thoughts jump around like a bag of microwave popcorn. I try to find the most interesting kernel of info....but everything I do and think seems to be white fluff. And I don't want to write fluff. I want to dazzle you with my life and deep thoughts. I'm reminded of &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; when Lizzie and (hunky) Darcy are FINALLY dancing together and she remarks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-- We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I AM putting something down in writing...something anyone could read. Shouldn't it be &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;? Shouldn't it make the reader &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other day I was pushing my baby in the swing, as she watched her shadow on the ground going back and forth along with her - she reached out to it. It was so sweet, reaching her chubby little arm as far as she could. And I thought...that should mean something. If I were profound I could find some philosophical meaning in that: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaching for a shadow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not grasping what she reaches out for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when she finally reached&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I couldn't. So I took her out of the swing and let her slide.&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/9103702591294175661-8145602085212831358?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8145602085212831358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=8145602085212831358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8145602085212831358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/8145602085212831358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-3127768040067539242</id><published>2008-09-15T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:45:26.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv'n U Luv'n Me</title><content type='html'>Here's the scoop. (I know you've been waiting on pins and needles to find out what happened.) On my b-day eve, which was Saturday we decided it would be a good idea to open my presents. This is because we are still trying to sell our house &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(I SCREAM to the universe "MY HOUSE IS SOLD!")&lt;/span&gt; and were having an open house on Sunday and opening up presents would take up too much time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese got me a bouquet of flowers. She was so proud of them and they are beautiful. I've always been a sucker for flowers. Ashlynn got me a gift-cert to itunes. How fun, and she's so excited to see what songs I buy. Josie got me a jogging stroller. Totally fun for me cuz I'm trying to get back to running and awesome for her cuz it has a built in ipod deck so she can listen to music. Rich got me a handsfree thing for my phone so I can finally talk in the car without worrying about getting in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rich's surprise was that he got everything we needed for a picnic and took us up to Mt. Rainier to go for a little hike. It was a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also fun...the gifts that are still coming from the 14 days of Shannon....our night out at Phantom and also I thought I deserved a real haircut-so I scheduled a hair apt with my favorite stylist ever....but also the most $$$ one I've been to. So she's a real treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I make a huge deal about the things I got but I'm not all materialistic. I KNOW it's really a privilege to have the life I have. A caring husband, healthy children, the opportunity to stay at home with my kiddies, an amazingly loving family of bro's and sissies. And I appreciate all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Thanks for the LUV everyone! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-3127768040067539242?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3127768040067539242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=3127768040067539242&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3127768040067539242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/3127768040067539242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/luvn-u-luvn-me.html' title='Luv&apos;n U Luv&apos;n Me'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-2461302472699135329</id><published>2008-09-13T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:24:51.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh ya....</title><content type='html'>It's my b-day tomorrow.  :) (:&lt;br /&gt;My hubby took my little ones out shopping.  Reese is so adorable, she keeps telling me there's a surprise she can't tell me about.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE surprises ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll have to catch up later, my baby just woke up from her nap and is not too happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-2461302472699135329?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2461302472699135329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=2461302472699135329&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2461302472699135329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2461302472699135329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-ya.html' title='Oh ya....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-468376425912821865</id><published>2008-09-11T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:30:13.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SMl9BF7xeBI/AAAAAAAAATc/u3y33jw8Ve0/s1600-h/n628997157_758432_7343%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244860698775877650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SMl9BF7xeBI/AAAAAAAAATc/u3y33jw8Ve0/s400/n628997157_758432_7343%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't this so cool! This is what my niece did in her high school. She's co-founded a group called the Student's Conservative Club. And to remember 9-11 each of these flags has a victim's name hand written on it. There are nearly 3000 flags throughout the school. Each flag and name hanging by a thread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU TOTALLY ROCK ARIANNE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-468376425912821865?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/468376425912821865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=468376425912821865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/468376425912821865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/468376425912821865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/SMl9BF7xeBI/AAAAAAAAATc/u3y33jw8Ve0/s72-c/n628997157_758432_7343%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-5692199557389401413</id><published>2008-09-11T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:17:09.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 9 &amp; 10</title><content type='html'>We got our Phantom of the Opera tickets!!!  I LOVE this show.  And to make it even more exciting, we're bringing Ash and Reese along with us--  They both love the movie and also love to go to a theater so HOORAY!  It's going to be so fun :)  (I'll count this gift for both 9 &amp;amp; 10 cuz I'm so freakin' excited about going.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-5692199557389401413?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5692199557389401413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=5692199557389401413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5692199557389401413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/5692199557389401413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/days-9-10.html' title='Days 9 &amp; 10'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-7574630707714754704</id><published>2008-09-09T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:37:36.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Tagged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by RAMSAM at &lt;a href="http://samuelsfamilyfrenzy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-offically-tagged.html"&gt;http://samuelsfamilyfrenzy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-offically-tagged.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tag is for 6 random and perhaps little known facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't think baths are all that relaxing. So I like to take 10-15 minutes after my bath, curled up on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I once went to Sea World and wearing sunglasses, pretended I was blind. It worked because I had a friend who helped me along. (Thanks Marnae!) In one shop I 'accidentally' knocked over a pencil display and felt so bad because the cashier was so apologetic to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I sometimes like to turn my ipod up as loud as it goes and jump on the trampoline singing songs (not singing outloud...just mouthing) And wondering if a neighbor watched me close enough if they could tell what song I was listening to. (But please don't watch me that close.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like trashy romance novels cuz I love the romance (especially ones about Historical Scotland or Ireland) but skip over the graphic sex cuz that just wierds me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. About 4 times a year I have a dream about the boy I crushed on all through highschool. Usually in the dream I'm still too shy to talk to him, but sometimes not ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I DO drink all my Diet Coke. The 1/2 drunk cans people find lying around are not mine, but people just blame it on me cuz they know everyone else will believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm new to the blogging world and don't know if these bloggers have been tagged before...but I'll tag Lynnae, Adrienne, Jill, Wendi, Debi, and Sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-7574630707714754704?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7574630707714754704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=7574630707714754704&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7574630707714754704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/7574630707714754704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-tagged.html' title='Getting Tagged'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-1194246854978679106</id><published>2008-09-08T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:31:18.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme a 7, Gimme an 8</title><content type='html'>Hey, as it get closer to my actual b-day...shouldn't the celebrations be getting bigger? I think both my 14th and my 15th birthdays went by without anyone wishing me a happy day until the next day. (And yes that includes my parents!!!) And we all know that sometimes, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;if you want something done right you have to do it yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was great. Rich did the last minute cleaning for our open house AND made me a delicious dinner. Yum ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...well, I really don't know what's going to happen today! I haven't been shopping and I don't think Rich has either. Although, I did get some really cute cards in the mail today. MERCI LISA! (She's in Paris right now lucky duck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. I just read my post and realized I did go shopping. I bought some make-up and a hair accessory. Man, I really know how to keep the surprises coming! Happy Birthday to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramona, regarding the ANTM comment from my last post.  I still have a copy of one of me laying on "the cube"  I don't know where the photograph is but I had a copy of it on the fridge once and Ashlynn's friend saw it and said...man your mom was skinny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-1194246854978679106?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1194246854978679106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=1194246854978679106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1194246854978679106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/1194246854978679106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/gimme-7-gimme-8.html' title='Gimme a 7, Gimme an 8'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103702591294175661.post-2573013018444318596</id><published>2008-09-06T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:16:20.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco y Seis dias de Shannon</title><content type='html'>I picked up a couple things that I need/want and will count them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The 14 Days of Shannon&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yesterday I picked up a photo album. I'm going to try my hand at scrapping the 4x6 way. And on a related note...I have actually already used some of the new supplies I bought the other day. I made three pages from when mi familia (Lisa included) took a trip on the Seattle Water Taxi and went to the aquarium. While doing this I watched a couple episodes of Tabitha's Salon Takeover on Bravo. I need to add getting my hair done to my 14 day fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I picked up an arm band for my ipod nano. I'm really wanting to join the SRC (sisters running club) but have to do it here while they run in Utah. Any WA sisses wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... Have a great weekend and GO BYU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103702591294175661-2573013018444318596?l=somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2573013018444318596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9103702591294175661&amp;postID=2573013018444318596&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2573013018444318596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9103702591294175661/posts/default/2573013018444318596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayiwillsoar.blogspot.com/2008/09/cinco-y-seis-de-shannon.html' title='Cinco y Seis dias de Shannon'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287644455656799017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhBvI2OnbBs/TK0FfkXsujI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LsVwFcl_hLw/S220/IMG_0189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
