<?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-3603076881701018912</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:28:39.142-06:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwl4jdXAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/l3Vj0xdwTjQ/s320/DSC_0593.JPG'/><title type='text'>Banana Pancakes</title><subtitle type='html'>Bananas anyone?  I figured I either needed to make banana pancakes or go bananas myself!  Ever feel that way?  So, I decided I would introduce you all to the bananas in my life, and try to capture their sweet side before they all go rotten!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3807376987031385061</id><published>2009-03-06T14:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:52:07.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing For Something</title><content type='html'>A friend of ours emailed me a pretty interesting video this morning.  It certainly impressed me.  It is a video of a young woman from Blackfoot, Idaho, who is attending Harvard University.  There, she is the president of the LSA on campus, as well as a member of the Interfaith Council.  This video is a panel discussion on several different faiths conducted by Sally Quinn for the Washington Post's blog, "On Faith." I think what impresses me is how articulate she is, and how calmly she talks about some serious points that are often brought up about the church.  I wish that everyone who does not believe as I do would bring their questions to me or other members of my faith, rather than scouring the internet, and other sources, for out of context information, which can cast the church and its members in a poor light.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may have seen this video, as it has spread across the internet like wildfire, but if you haven't, I think it is worth your time.  Sometimes, I think we can become complacent.  We become comfortable in our day to day lives, but how much are we thinking about what we profess to believe, and how prepared are we for questions which may come our way?  I love that in this video, not only does this young woman have great answers and information for the audience, but you can see that the things she shares has personal meaning to her.  One of my favorite things she says is where she quotes a scripture in Corinthians about coming to spiritual knowledge by spiritual means.  That one point matters a great deal in this very secular world.  I am sure the folks at Harvard would be quite unsettled by that idea.  So, Bravo Rachel!  Very well done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2120177&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2120177&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2120177"&gt;Day of Faith: Personal Quests for a Purpose - 3. Rachel Esplin&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user481977"&gt;Harvard Hillel&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-3807376987031385061?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3807376987031385061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3807376987031385061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3807376987031385061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3807376987031385061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2009/03/friend-of-ours-emailed-me-pretty.html' title='Standing For Something'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-7480684604278945338</id><published>2009-02-28T14:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:17:51.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind is Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinapage.com/power/wind/wind21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.chinapage.com/power/wind/wind21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I have not blogged anything for a very long time!!  It has been three months now since Adam returned, and I can hardly believe it.  It seems like yesterday.  Well, today I wanted to write about some recent changes in our lives.  ( I will try to do a few catch up blogs in the coming days.)  Several months ago, Adam and I became aware that we were going to be transfered, most likely, this summer.  We put in our preferences, the first three of which were not available.  At that point it started to look like we were heading to Augusta, Georgia.  I have to say, we both felt very peaceful about the move, even though we knew it would take us far away from many things and people that we love.  Through communication with the man who would be placing Adam in a hospital, it became more and more certain that Georgia it would be.  There was one more hiccup in the plan of where we would end up, but finally, the day Adam arrived back in the states we were told it was certain we would be moving to Augusta.  Well, we started to do our homework, we looked into school districts and neighborhoods, and finally, we booked a trip to go house hunting this coming April.  Well, as they say, the only thing constant is change, and the very next day, after we booked our flights, we received a phone call telling Adam that we were NOT going to Georgia, but back to Washington state.  This came as quite a shock, but it is a great opportunity for Adam, as he will be working in a training hospital, where he will supervise and teach residents full time.  So now, we find ourselves returning somewhere we never thought we would be.  We will be leaving for the Great Northwest in early June.  It is still a little shocking to me, but Adam and I both feel really good about it, and we feel as though the Lord is guiding our paths.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our house has been on the market now for nearly two weeks.  It is, perhaps, not the best time to sell, but we are moving forward anyway.  We hope someone will like our home and want to make it theirs.  I don't know if anyone will be interested in seeing our listing, but here it is.  Let me know what you think.  &lt;a href="http://listingsmagic.com/flash/tour.php?property_ID=10118"&gt;http://listingsmagic.com/flash/tour.php?property_ID=10118&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really hit me the other day that we are moving, and soon.  It definitely kind of stinks, to be leaving so many wonderful friends, but I don't want to think of that just yet.  We have a few more months of good times together!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I will sign off for now, but I will try to fill everyone in on all the things that have been happening in the past three months soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-7480684604278945338?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7480684604278945338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=7480684604278945338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7480684604278945338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7480684604278945338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2009/02/wind-is-changing.html' title='The Wind is Changing'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-6452764144704982710</id><published>2008-11-25T14:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:20:14.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!  Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSx59X4z_wI/AAAAAAAAArY/DOMbvjCtVWg/s1600-h/DR1076friendship+warms+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSx59X4z_wI/AAAAAAAAArY/DOMbvjCtVWg/s320/DR1076friendship+warms+heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272723359035293442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just wanted to put out a quick note to all of you, my wonderful friends!  Thank you so much for your love and support through these last fifteen months.  I could not have made it through with my sanity without you!  I have received so much love from all of you.  A note recently given made my day, and sweet treats and kind words, and helping hands in the house have all been so gracious and dear!  I have even been given an uber-fantastic back rub during a particularly stressful time.  So, if I have made it through this with any success or dignity, it has been largely due to you.  I love you all and thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-6452764144704982710?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6452764144704982710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=6452764144704982710' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/6452764144704982710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/6452764144704982710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank You!  Thank You!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSx59X4z_wI/AAAAAAAAArY/DOMbvjCtVWg/s72-c/DR1076friendship+warms+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-7973486954256667943</id><published>2008-11-24T09:10:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:33:55.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy's TEN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsF2lXF-WI/AAAAAAAAArI/09p1Uz8jDTI/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsF2lXF-WI/AAAAAAAAArI/09p1Uz8jDTI/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272314224067344738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sam turned ten yesterday.  And in his words, "Can you believe I am turning ten? Isn't that crazy?"  I love that he is marveling at the fact that he is that old, rather than being all full of himself because of his amazing maturity. :)  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsFT15FSUI/AAAAAAAAArA/emmYw-U5yt4/s1600-h/sc001959fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsFT15FSUI/AAAAAAAAArA/emmYw-U5yt4/s320/sc001959fa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272313627209451842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsFTlOPZqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1etQIVPCzyo/s320/sc0019f4ca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272313622734792354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, let me tell you a little about Sam.  Sam is the second of five kids.  When I was pregnant with him, he didn't want to grow very well, so I was put on bed rest for the last two months of my pregnancy.  But he cooperated and grew and was born at the normal size of 6 lbs. 13 oz. and 18 or 19 inches long.  (He was still my smallest baby.)  I thought, after he was born that if all deliveries could be like his I could have several more.  But no such luck, his was definitely the easiest!  Though I still had several more.  Go figure...  Anyway, Sam was really just a happy baby and child.  He was like a little ray of sunshine in our house.  When Sam was about one year old, he stopped growing once again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsFTQalIYI/AAAAAAAAAqw/GNF1FrBgtFo/s320/sc001fb8f2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272313617149403522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px; " /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsFSTxNrJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/z1cc0WZkI2g/s1600-h/sc001f9534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsFSTxNrJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/z1cc0WZkI2g/s320/sc001f9534.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272313600869772434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsEuWXVmOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rN0gWE-NFbw/s1600-h/sc001e5cc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsEuWXVmOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rN0gWE-NFbw/s320/sc001e5cc8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272312983091255522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He dropped off the charts, from about the 50th percentile, so immediately he was subject to all kinds of blood work and imaging tests.  But his test were all negative, and in time he began to grow again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsEuMUvwnI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/V9TUOgC7dRE/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsEuMUvwnI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/V9TUOgC7dRE/s320/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272312980396032626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsEtvGq1fI/AAAAAAAAAqI/QvPqtK-vpeQ/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsEtvGq1fI/AAAAAAAAAqI/QvPqtK-vpeQ/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272312972552361458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsEuMUvwnI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/V9TUOgC7dRE/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSr__Bhg0KI/AAAAAAAAApY/ZGLbO1zqE6o/s1600-h/DSC00411_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSr__Bhg0KI/AAAAAAAAApY/ZGLbO1zqE6o/s320/DSC00411_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272307771996426402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sam has always been a bright, inquisitive child.  He loves to learn, and please his teachers.  He could read before kindergarten, and has continued to excel.  Sam is very coordinated, and has done well whenever we have put him in a sport.  He especially likes soccer, and wants to try gymnastics now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsApYdak0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/STv4KtOJQ9s/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272308499707761474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSr_-XFj3pI/AAAAAAAAApI/a28WCMrzHMk/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSr_-XFj3pI/AAAAAAAAApI/a28WCMrzHMk/s320/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272307760604896914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam is a good brother, and worries whenever any of his siblings is out of sight for too long.  When he was about five years old he saved his brother Peter's life.  He saw a truck coming down the road with Peter in the middle of it, and pulled Peter off his tricycle and out of the way just in time...truly.  He has always been like that - watching out for his brothers and sisters.  Older and younger.  He loves having a little sister now too.  And she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsEtXTpRJI/AAAAAAAAAqA/4Vw_hQcts7Y/s320/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272312966164333714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSr_-MOxHAI/AAAAAAAAApA/_BnxN6IGJaU/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSr_-MOxHAI/AAAAAAAAApA/_BnxN6IGJaU/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSr_-MOxHAI/AAAAAAAAApA/_BnxN6IGJaU/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272307757690723330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam makes friends easily, and is well liked by most people he knows.  He is quick to help and obey most of the time, and makes my day a little easier.  He can not wait to see his dad again, and celebrate with him!  Happy birthday Sam!  We love you!!&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/3603076881701018912-7973486954256667943?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7973486954256667943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=7973486954256667943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7973486954256667943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7973486954256667943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/11/sammys-ten.html' title='Sammy&apos;s TEN!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSsF2lXF-WI/AAAAAAAAArI/09p1Uz8jDTI/s72-c/DSC_0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8551910155603440191</id><published>2008-11-17T06:52:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:24:39.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With Adam coming home soon, I started looking through some pictures from when he left till today.  I thought you may like to see the changes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;I will begin with the man himself.  Though for me he was perfect before &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; after, Adam has lost about 25 lbs.  Way to go babe!  Can you see the difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF5tittmUI/AAAAAAAAAko/TY_iQ8NEuOQ/s1600-h/DSC03343_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF5tittmUI/AAAAAAAAAko/TY_iQ8NEuOQ/s320/DSC03343_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269626862319802690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;Now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF7-UQUw-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/8a0GoZkvyc8/s1600-h/DSC03654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF7-UQUw-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/8a0GoZkvyc8/s320/DSC03654.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629349519475682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF79zDODHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/KwIlL7iyIlE/s1600-h/DSC03658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF79zDODHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/KwIlL7iyIlE/s320/DSC03658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629340606139506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF79kDoUtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/w6pJ_nyEG8Q/s1600-h/DSC03719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF79kDoUtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/w6pJ_nyEG8Q/s320/DSC03719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629336581329618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGoIDNb_5I/AAAAAAAAAmo/I_DyuolHrWY/s1600-h/DSC03616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGoIDNb_5I/AAAAAAAAAmo/I_DyuolHrWY/s320/DSC03616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269677895254278034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for me.  My changes have been purely cosmetic.  I am only happy to report that I haven't really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gained&lt;/span&gt; weight, which was pretty much the goal. ;)  But back to the changes...hair color and style, and the big one - braces!  Hopefully he will be okay with kissing a metal mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-4L2xctI/AAAAAAAAAlI/I4MmCM4LgUQ/s1600-h/DSC03351_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-4L2xctI/AAAAAAAAAlI/I4MmCM4LgUQ/s320/DSC03351_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269632542720488146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-4VBWAlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SGfkF1ZpRqg/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-4peqv6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/_mVJPPL6fiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0206_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-4peqv6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/_mVJPPL6fiQ/s320/DSC_0206_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269632550672449442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-4VBWAlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SGfkF1ZpRqg/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-4VBWAlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SGfkF1ZpRqg/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269632545180746322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-5GNGJSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WJ7T3ZQb-ec/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF-5GNGJSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WJ7T3ZQb-ec/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269632558383375650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, Jens.  Jens has grown a good inch or two, and filled out.  He just looks older.  Not to mention the occasional added dose of cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGc8sARfeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/BgD7bK-9xxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGc8sARfeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/BgD7bK-9xxQ/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269665605418581474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGc885YBJI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0I2-9Q963XU/s1600-h/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGc885YBJI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0I2-9Q963XU/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269665609953051794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGlNuElOMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/98X4S2Sq8a8/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGlNuElOMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/98X4S2Sq8a8/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269674694124320962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGlztEfaeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SGyBshQeLF0/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGlztEfaeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SGyBshQeLF0/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675346690533858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sam is still Sam, but he has grown a pant size, and looks more grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGnK55wXxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/AZjuYTzsM6k/s1600-h/DSC_0031_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGnK55wXxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/AZjuYTzsM6k/s320/DSC_0031_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676844783787794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGnKrIF5uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/P7v5YrCE4RQ/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGnKrIF5uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/P7v5YrCE4RQ/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676840817387234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGo3qeIM5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/jFDwxWK0Qsg/s1600-h/DSC_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGo3qeIM5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/jFDwxWK0Qsg/s320/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269678713247118226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGo3dWrAzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/SoNwEaqeSS4/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGo3dWrAzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/SoNwEaqeSS4/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269678709726184242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peter has grown some teeth, some height and some strength.  Though he is still crazy Peter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGqgqKHk_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/9G1xewPqgGg/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGqgqKHk_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/9G1xewPqgGg/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269680517049455602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGqg_sxjAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/1w9gEPhYx-g/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGqg_sxjAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/1w9gEPhYx-g/s320/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269680522831956994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGqhe4h-3I/AAAAAAAAAnY/uQmtH36nl_8/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGqhe4h-3I/AAAAAAAAAnY/uQmtH36nl_8/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269680531202767730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGqhbPqydI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rPoUwhxVioI/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGqhbPqydI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rPoUwhxVioI/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269680530226072018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tommy has probably changed the least, but he has definitely grown up a bit.  He has learned a few letters of the alphabet with their sounds.  He can sound out some words and writes his name.  He can also make his bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGxIxtbp3I/AAAAAAAAAno/1vrEvdvB_-4/s1600-h/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGxIxtbp3I/AAAAAAAAAno/1vrEvdvB_-4/s320/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269687803341154162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGxIjW850I/AAAAAAAAAng/RHcEdnqCOKk/s1600-h/DSC_0038_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGxIjW850I/AAAAAAAAAng/RHcEdnqCOKk/s320/DSC_0038_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269687799488767810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGxJbg3aVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ewNnyum2mho/s1600-h/DSC_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGxJbg3aVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ewNnyum2mho/s320/DSC_0654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269687814562736466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGxJOsxRHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sqITHyYqSrY/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGxJOsxRHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sqITHyYqSrY/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269687811123004530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sarah has definitely changed the most dramaticly!  She has grown teeth and hair, learned to walk, run and dance.  She has gone from saying very few strong words to saying really anything she wants to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGzwu_L4MI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WxIl4Bcj50k/s1600-h/DSC_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGzwu_L4MI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WxIl4Bcj50k/s320/DSC_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269690688828334274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGzwcqnPMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3aOeFso2NqM/s1600-h/DSC_0374_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGzwcqnPMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3aOeFso2NqM/s1600-h/DSC_0374_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGzwcqnPMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/3aOeFso2NqM/s320/DSC_0374_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269690683910208706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGzyq5ag0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/41lFaRD1Wb0/s1600-h/DSC03438_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSGzyq5ag0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/41lFaRD1Wb0/s320/DSC03438_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269690722090124098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1sQWdEoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/P-zYmfsolx8/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1sQWdEoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/P-zYmfsolx8/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692810908209794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1ryO44kI/AAAAAAAAAow/pjrdJ3aXIIY/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1ryO44kI/AAAAAAAAAow/pjrdJ3aXIIY/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692802823414338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1rz12SNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/pBqaryjM01c/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1rz12SNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/pBqaryjM01c/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692803255257298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1raIlECI/AAAAAAAAAog/z-4ASmFdn7Q/s1600-h/DSC_0017_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1raIlECI/AAAAAAAAAog/z-4ASmFdn7Q/s320/DSC_0017_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692796354498594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1rfbB0rI/AAAAAAAAAoY/jpOEdAwsIpU/s1600-h/DSC_0016_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSG1rfbB0rI/AAAAAAAAAoY/jpOEdAwsIpU/s320/DSC_0016_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692797774058162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow!  A lot of changes, huh?  I am happy Adam can be home now and not miss out on any more changes for a while!  Nine more days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-8551910155603440191?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8551910155603440191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8551910155603440191' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8551910155603440191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8551910155603440191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/11/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SSF5tittmUI/AAAAAAAAAko/TY_iQ8NEuOQ/s72-c/DSC03343_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-5023071858067196650</id><published>2008-11-15T10:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:04:54.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NPIyoWFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xLQZwulKFmw/s1600-h/DSC_0043_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NPIyoWFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xLQZwulKFmw/s320/DSC_0043_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268944642755811410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well...I know I haven't blogged in a while, but I have been somewhat preoccupied.  My sister-in-law has been here this week meeting (in person) the "man of her dreams."  And he likewise has met the girl of his.  Theirs is a very beautiful love story, and one I have been given permission to share, at least in part.  &lt;div&gt;Adam had met this guy, Ethan, who was in his unit, some time ago.  He was, in Adam's estimation, a really great guy!  Returned missionary, humble, true to his faith despite obstacles...just an all around impressive guy.  After getting to know Ethan, Adam felt pretty strongly that he should hook him up with his little sister, Molly.  Molly is just as stellar as Ethan.  A girl with tremendous love and faith.  Someone who has worked hard to get to where she is today in all areas of her life.  She is determined, beautiful, and faithful, and so deserving of great happiness.  Anyway, after quite some time of wanting to get these two together, they finally began writing to each other about three months ago.  They immediately felt a strong connection.  They started to skype regularly, and fell more and more in love each day...seeing each other, but never meeting each other.  Well, Ethan was in one of the first groups out of Iraq from his unit, and arrived here Wednesday morning at 3:55 am.  Leading up to his arrival, Molly was anxious and nervous and excited all at the same time, but when he finally got there, all of that just faded away.  I was lucky enough to go and take some pictures, and all I could see and feel from them was pure joy and happiness and love.  I think the excited part still hung around too! :)  Anyway, it was really so wonderful to see two people, who deserve so much to be happy, find one another!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NOpZj9UI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pgETw_AFCgE/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NOpZj9UI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pgETw_AFCgE/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268944634329167170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to admit, their happy reunion was slightly bitter-sweet for me, as I watched seventy-eight service men and women greet their families, and my soldier was not their for me to greet. However, even though there was this part of me that felt sad, for the most part, I was just so overjoyed for Molly and Ethan.  Plus, right now, I am just telling myself, "eleven more days...eleven more days!"  I am so excited!!!  I just need him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Adam got home for R &amp;amp; R, Tami was good enough to take some great pictures of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NOVNuEjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/a6S62vXgk7Q/s1600-h/DSC_0219_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NOVNuEjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/a6S62vXgk7Q/s320/DSC_0219_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268944628910789170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; I really love those pictures!  They are priceless.  I hope someday Molly and Ethan will feel the same.  We sure love you guys and are so happy for you!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NOzMhAbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/suReeH60LS8/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NOzMhAbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/suReeH60LS8/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268944636958802354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-5023071858067196650?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5023071858067196650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=5023071858067196650' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5023071858067196650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5023071858067196650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-story.html' title='A Love Story'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SR8NPIyoWFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xLQZwulKFmw/s72-c/DSC_0043_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8942405539922047578</id><published>2008-11-04T12:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:37:48.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hobby</title><content type='html'>I am attempting a new hobby.  I am learning how to make my own blog backgrounds and digital scrapbooks, using photoshop and photobucket!  It is brand new to me, so, I have made some mistakes already that are bugging me, but the background you see here is my own creation! What do you think?  &lt;div&gt; Anyway, this is really kinda fun!  I think it would be cool to make some digital scrap book pages as well, and print them out for a scrap book - avoids the gooey, gluey mess, as well as saving my hands from cramps and carpel tunnel since I won't have to cut anything out!  I think it sounds much better for me...:)  If you want to find out how to do this yourself, go to: &lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/secret.php?id=2"&gt;http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/secret.php?id=2&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-8942405539922047578?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8942405539922047578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8942405539922047578' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8942405539922047578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8942405539922047578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-hobby.html' title='New Hobby'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1928852055054431166</id><published>2008-11-03T21:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:53:14.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Scary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SXVI73zI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WqhIsQUZ54o/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SXVI73zI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WqhIsQUZ54o/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264657787672846130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that time of year again...when ghosts and goblins, pirates and psychopathic clowns, BYU football fans and soldiers, and even nintendo characters come out to haunt the local neighborhoods.  Well, at least those were the characters my kiddos thought of and then, in some cases, became this year for Halloween.  Jens went through three costumes, and the dream of a fourth...  He was a BYU football fan, a soldier (Dad's old uniform),  dreamt of being Nacho Libre, chickened out, and finally became a psycho clown.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SYUs1OII/AAAAAAAAAjg/prQ5TB2i4Jk/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SYUs1OII/AAAAAAAAAjg/prQ5TB2i4Jk/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264657804734838914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SYn8m1LI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TtpqUGwpw8I/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't really thrilled with his final choice, (I don't love the idea of pleasant childhood things turning evil - but Jens informs me that clowns are not pleasant, but scary - to him, it seemed an entirely logical choice.) At any rate, he had a blast and returned home with several pounds of teeth rotting candy -  by the way, his and his brother's loot was threatened to be thrown away if teeth were not brushed well tonight... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all the kids had fun.  Grandma and Grandpa Larsen got here just in time for Trunk or Treat, and everything went great.  Sarah and Tommy were Pirates, complete with robust "ahoy there maties!" and two very hearty "AARRGHH's!"  They were adorable!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SXrwj98I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Vc-hM83t-zw/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SXrwj98I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Vc-hM83t-zw/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264657793744631746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam and Peter were Mario and Luigi - these were definitely a big hit!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SYEbhMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vZmMhoTieNs/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SYEbhMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vZmMhoTieNs/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264657800367256098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, Jens was a variety of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_U88ga93I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Lw014RP-_e4/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_U88ga93I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Lw014RP-_e4/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264660632918751090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trick or Treat anyone?&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/3603076881701018912-1928852055054431166?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1928852055054431166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=1928852055054431166' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1928852055054431166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1928852055054431166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-scary.html' title='Very Scary!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQ_SXVI73zI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WqhIsQUZ54o/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3189689644555063359</id><published>2008-10-27T10:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:23:18.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah and the Band-aids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXobb_uXcI/AAAAAAAAAio/dqEk7FlRJzo/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXobb_uXcI/AAAAAAAAAio/dqEk7FlRJzo/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867297721441730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I came downstairs from a "time out" that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had put &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; in -  hoping to maintain some sanity - to THIS!  Sarah had empty all but about four bandages out of the box, and systematically opened every single one.  As you can see, she was sticking them to various surfaces, and my gut reaction was to say, "Ugh! Sarah!" and proceed to pick them off and up and get it back under control. (I had just scoured and straightened &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bathroom &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; morning.) But, luckily I was on the phone with my mom, and she helped me remember to take some pictures.  They really don't do the scene justice, but anyway...here they are.  Aaahh! Childhood...and anything sticky.   And by the way, earlier, I found about six stickers on my sliding glass door, that did not come off without a fight,  courtesy of this adorable little munchkin.   Gotta love her!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXqUYkWWhI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nNh92_ACqro/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXqUYkWWhI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nNh92_ACqro/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261869375565486610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXobxISXWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/p6SmEp0VvX4/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXobxISXWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/p6SmEp0VvX4/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867303394499938" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXocSiLjcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/JQp4MvFxc7o/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXocSiLjcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/JQp4MvFxc7o/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867312361475522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-3189689644555063359?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3189689644555063359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3189689644555063359' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3189689644555063359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3189689644555063359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-and-band-aids.html' title='Sarah and the Band-aids'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQXobb_uXcI/AAAAAAAAAio/dqEk7FlRJzo/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3479502627915587269</id><published>2008-10-25T12:02:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:17:45.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Favorites + One Day Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;CANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elcivics.com/images/flag_canadian_maple_leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.elcivics.com/images/flag_canadian_maple_leaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, the second thing I will post today is a travel tip.  For mine and Adam's ten year anniversary, we went to Alberta, Canada.  We visited Calgary, Edmonton, Cardston, and Banff.  This part of the world is so majestic, especially as we headed toward Banff.  The Canadian Rockies are really amazing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNoR58EWvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9HnWcRE0MyI/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNoR58EWvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9HnWcRE0MyI/s320/DSC01845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261163446518700786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The scenery was continually changing, as we drove across the province, every change a beautiful picture.  On our drive we also got up close We stayed at a couple normal hotels in the city, but we also got to stay at a B&amp;amp;B when we went to Waterton called Northland Lodge.  It looked like a little Swiss chalet.  It did not have fancy accommodations, but was a true bed and breakfast - very charming and quant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiUFM_xpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/oGCF0gy1azM/s1600-h/DSC01808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiUFM_xpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/oGCF0gy1azM/s320/DSC01808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261156886832465554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On our drive, we also got up close and personal with the local wildlife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiU8-fSDI/AAAAAAAAAho/t6doet_bdaM/s1600-h/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiU8-fSDI/AAAAAAAAAho/t6doet_bdaM/s320/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261156901804001330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; The lakes in Banff are world renowned.  They are amazing.  The most well known lake is Lake Louise.  It was gorgeous, of course, but that day was cloudy and foggy over the lake, so it was not my favorite.  Though the glacier going into the lake was awe-inspiring&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNjNzDjTxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yf7VdbIggbY/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNjNzDjTxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yf7VdbIggbY/s320/DSC01840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261157878393425682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My favorite was Lake Morraine.  When you visit this lake, you have to hike up a path, sounded by the mountains.  The lake is nowhere in sight.  Then out of the blue, your eyes are accosted with the most amazing turquoise water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNjMyL-nqI/AAAAAAAAAhw/JJ8hhELKoR0/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNjMyL-nqI/AAAAAAAAAhw/JJ8hhELKoR0/s320/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261157860980465314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It is truly breathtaking!!  The picture you see is realistic.  It really is THAT blue!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNjNNZsk5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/VflS9Ws4HsQ/s1600-h/DSC01835.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNwXHnZu7I/AAAAAAAAAig/9UrEr6ww8LQ/s1600-h/DSC01836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNwXHnZu7I/AAAAAAAAAig/9UrEr6ww8LQ/s320/DSC01836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261172332182485938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We also went to a place called Waterton Lake, and took a boat ride across the lake.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiUgseNMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_mN0eBGTio8/s1600-h/DSC01810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiUgseNMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_mN0eBGTio8/s320/DSC01810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261156894212240578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiTFNjHhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/I6azIsjNQN4/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiTFNjHhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/I6azIsjNQN4/s320/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261156869654912530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Once there, you can get out and walk around in Waterton - Glacier International Peace Park, the first  park of it's kind in the world.  It is one park incorporating two countries.  It is a beautiful.  Both American and Canadian flags are raised to equal heights.  It was quite an interesting feeling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiT3RFQSI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fccNqpdZ6ZA/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNiT3RFQSI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fccNqpdZ6ZA/s320/DSC01799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261156883091505442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day was windy, but lovely.  We had a great time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course you can also visit the West Edmonton mall - a super mall with a water park inside!  And actually one of the highlights of our trip was a greek restaurant in Edmonton, where we went with a couple of Adam's friends from his days as a missionary there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNplCYFmOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GxFshDsjzs0/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNplCYFmOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GxFshDsjzs0/s320/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261164874712848610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food was great, and they had an authentic belly dancer.  (Something I had personally never seen.)  She danced with our comedian friend, Kendall, who is a pretty big guy, but moves like a true comedian - quite agile - and he then got me into the action.  I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a belly dancer, and was grateful there was no photographic proof of the moment!  It was a great time filled with lots of laughs.  We also attended the Cardston and Edmonton temples, which of course were both beautiful!  Well, anyway, if you get a chance to go, it is definitely worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNqrABtZvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/KdTk5K1sJus/s1600-h/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNqrABtZvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/KdTk5K1sJus/s320/DSC01768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261166076672960242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/3603076881701018912-3479502627915587269?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3479502627915587269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3479502627915587269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3479502627915587269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3479502627915587269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/fridays-favorites-one-day-part-2.html' title='Friday&apos;s Favorites + One Day Part 2'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SQNoR58EWvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9HnWcRE0MyI/s72-c/DSC01845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-7893303477269796772</id><published>2008-10-25T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:02:23.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Favorites + One Day Part 1</title><content type='html'>I am not doing very well on Friday's favorites, am I?  I keep forgetting it's Friday till it's not...&lt;div&gt;Okay, today, I am going to talk about a musician I like.  He is kind of folksy, and has a lot of energy.  Adam and I went to his concert in Portland, when we lived in Washington.  It was fantastic!  And so, my favorite musician this week is...Peter Breinholt.  Now, I know some of you have heard of him, and some may not have, and still others may think, "well, he's Mormon...I don't usually listen to that kind of music...."  Well, let me dispel your worries.  This guy writes most of his own music, which is not cheesy or overdone, and even the more religious songs he does are timely and applicable to everyone, regardless of religion.  I think he has the heart and sound James Taylor, and the style and individuality of Jack Johnson, while managing to keep his music distinctly his.  Give him a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This clip is of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edwin's Tale - 1862&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a about a soldier....well, soldiers.  It is very touching to me.  I hope you enjoy.  I would also check out his other music.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What About&lt;/span&gt; is also beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98cuP8_YJRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98cuP8_YJRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3603076881701018912-7893303477269796772?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7893303477269796772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=7893303477269796772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7893303477269796772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7893303477269796772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/fridays-favorites-one-day-part-1.html' title='Friday&apos;s Favorites + One Day Part 1'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1467221870286705350</id><published>2008-10-22T20:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:03:17.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SP_nHB75KEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ru1SXcoLKMc/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SP_nHB75KEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ru1SXcoLKMc/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260176997756774466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So...fall, and almost winter, is upon us.  I love this time of year, as so many of you have also said.  I always think of the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, when Tom Hanks' character says "Don't you just love New York in the Fall?  It makes me wanna buy school supplies."  Then he talks about bouquets of sharpened pencils... Anyone remember that?  Anyway, I totally get what he is saying.  There is something about a chill in the air, leaves falling to the ground, getting out your sweaters, settling into a new school year, sharpened yellow number two pencils, and the color orange.  Orange leaves, orange pumpkins, orange fire...For me, fall is refreshing.  It is in some ways an awakening after the lazy days of summer, and in some ways a settling in, and still in some ways it represents the anxiousness of change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Each year we get ready for the coming winter.  We prepare our yards, we pull out our warm things, we drag out recipes that require hours of simmering, and we start to make plans for winter sports and holidays.  And of course in the winter, we all talk about the symbolism of old things dying away, and in the spring, awaking and arising anew.  I guess, what I am thinking about tonight is how most of us have passed our childhoods, and even our young adult lives (summer), and are in the thick of fall.  I think of autumn as representing a time for preparation...a time to harvest.  What are you harvesting?  What are you letting go of - putting away?  What are you preparing in your hearts and lives?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, on a lighter note, I found this poem.  My Sam thought it was pretty funny...Oh the life of a pumpkin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(64, 64, 64);  line-height: 20px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A Naughty Pumpkin's Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p class="printables"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A queer little pumpkin, a jolly fat fellow,&lt;br /&gt;Stood close to his mother so rotund and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;"What a stupid old place! how I long to aspire,"&lt;br /&gt;Cried he, "I was destined for something much higher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="printables"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"My son," said the mother, "pray do be content,&lt;br /&gt;There's great satisfaction in life that's well spent!"&lt;br /&gt;But he shrugged up his shoulders, this pumpkin, it is true,&lt;br /&gt;And acted just like some bad children will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="printables"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With a shout and a whoop, in the garden they ran,&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Ned, for they'd thought of the loveliest plan&lt;br /&gt;To astonish their friends from the city, you see,&lt;br /&gt;With a fine Jack-o'-lantern--"Ah, this one suits me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="printables"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Neddie seized the bad pumpkin, and dug out his brains,&lt;br /&gt;Till he felt so light-headed and brimful of pains;&lt;br /&gt;Then two eyes, a long nose, and a mouth big and wide,&lt;br /&gt;They cut in a minute, and laid him aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="printables"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Until night, when they hung him upon a stout limb,&lt;br /&gt;With a candle inside; how his poor head did swim,&lt;br /&gt;As they twisted him this way, then twirled him round that,&lt;br /&gt;Till at last, with a crash, he fell on the ground flat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="printables"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A wreck of the once jolly, fat little fellow,&lt;br /&gt;Who stood by his mother so rotund and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Just then a lean cow, who was passing that way,&lt;br /&gt;Ate him up, just to finish HER "Thanksgiving Day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="printables" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="printables" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;If you haven't carved your pumpkins yet, or had that first cup of hot apple cider...get ready for the pleasures of fall, and we can pretend together that winter is really several months away, instead of several days.  However, when winter arrives I will enjoy the beauties of each snowflake too, and revel in the twinkling lights and glow of winter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="printables" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SP_oHP0E_HI/AAAAAAAAAhA/N4IbDV47mIk/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SP_oHP0E_HI/AAAAAAAAAhA/N4IbDV47mIk/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260178100993719410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3603076881701018912-1467221870286705350?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1467221870286705350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=1467221870286705350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1467221870286705350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1467221870286705350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-of-autumn.html' title='The Beauty of Autumn'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SP_nHB75KEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ru1SXcoLKMc/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-2266992180574099210</id><published>2008-10-21T17:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:09:18.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Due Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dandelionmama.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://dandelionmama.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/86.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have neglected my Fridays Favs for two weeks, so I am going to put one of my favorite recipes and a new song that's worth your time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I am going to post my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homemade Cinnamon Roll&lt;/span&gt; recipe.  The dough recipe for this is from The Lion House Cookbook.  I also use this recipe for Dinner Rolls, as it was written for.  (I will give my tips for great dinner rolls at the end of the recipe.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 T dry yeast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Cups warm water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 Cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 Cup softened or melted butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 C dry milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-6 Cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 stick of softened butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brown Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a large electric mixture combine yeast and water.  Let stand until yeast breaks down and becomes frothy...about 5 minutes.  Add sugar, butter, salt, dry milk, 2 cups of flour, and the egg.  Beat together until smooth.  Add the remaining flour, a half a cup at a time.  Reserve the last half cup for kneading and rolling into rolls.  You want the dough to be slightly sticky, so stop adding the flour when it is workable, but still a little sticky.  Knead until workable and smooth, but again with  little stickiness.  Place the dough in a greased bowl and cover with a dishcloth soaked in HOT water and wrung out.  This will help it raise a little quicker.  Raise to about double or triple size.  Shape into rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Rolls shape easier when you stretch and pull small amounts into balls rather than rolling the dough between your hands.  The rolling technique frequently results in bumpy rolls.  Taking the small clump of dough in both hands, put your thumbs together, and stretch outward, turning the edges under toward the center.  You may repeat this as necessary to create a smooth roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*If you are going to make cinnamon rolls, roll the dough with a rolling pin into a large rectangle, about 1/2 inch thick.  Now, you are going to take a stick of soft butter and spread it gradually onto the dough.  (Ignore how much butter you are going to use.)  You may not use a whole stick, but the result you want is a smooth, slightly thick layer of softened butter.  This helps the filling stay in the rolls and not seep out during baking.  Next, you are going to take brown sugar, and create a similar affect as you did with the butter, a smooth slightly thick layer of brown sugar.  Pat it into the butter so you only see the brown sugar.  Then sprinkle liberally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with cinnamon.  Now, from the long side of the rectangle,  start to roll.  Once the dough is rolled together, try to pinch the loose edge into the roll.  Now, pull a good piece of floss free.  Lift the edge of the roll up and place the floss underneath it about 1 to 1 1/2 inches in.  Wrap the floss around the dough, cross it over itself, and pull till it cuts through the dough.  Carefully pick up the individual roll, and place it in a greased 9 x 13 inch pan.  Continue until all the rolls are cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Bake at 375 for about 18 minutes or until browned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When cooled, frost with a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cream Cheese Frosting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 package reduced fat cream cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 Cup softened butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp. Vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Powdered Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cream the cream cheese and butter together until smooth.  Add the Vanilla.  While beating the frosting, gradually add powdered sugar 1/2 cup at a time until it is sweet enough for your taste.  This will be a few cups or more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are so amazing!  They take some time, but they are worth the effort!  One of my favorites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I have recently purchased several songs from the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack.  Ironically enough, one of my favorites is called "Liz on Top of the World."  This music is romantic, and so soothing.  I love to fall to sleep to it, or just have it on at night.  It is really peaceful.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=d49d5119ee"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-2266992180574099210?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2266992180574099210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=2266992180574099210' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2266992180574099210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2266992180574099210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-favorites.html' title='Past Due Favorites'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-4778562047947750181</id><published>2008-10-16T21:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:08:09.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Class Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.byuarts.com/uploaded_images/balletshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.byuarts.com/uploaded_images/balletshoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, I just wanted to give you an update on our "dance" class at the church.  I know I have been terrible at blogging in the last couple weeks...I may not even have any readers left out there. :) But, if by chance anyone still reads this, let me fill you in on how well our class is going!  Right now, we have between 7 and 10 "regulars."  It has been really fun watching them grow.  And each week we have one or two newbies.  I hope they become regulars too.  Anyway, this class has been awesome.  These ladies started out feeling ridiculous, and thought they looked even worse, but they are looking great!  I wish they could see themselves.  I think they would be pleasantly surprised with their progress!  Way to go ladies!  Also, I just wanted to let you know that we are toying with the idea of doing a second class from 9:00-10:00 am on Mondays, right before play group.  We will be focussing on "stretch and strengthening" in that class.  I would really love it if more of my lovely friends would come and join us!  Believe me, anyone can do this!  We have all ages from the mid 20's to 70's.  We laugh and sweat and have a great time!  I know some of you have said you are afraid to come to a "dance" class, but give it a try - I think you will love it!  By the way, those of you who come, I would love for you to give me your feedback - good or bad.  Leave me a comment, so we can have the best class possible for you.  Those who don't come, if you have any questions about whether or not this is the right workout for you, just post any questions or concerns you may have, and I will do my best to answer them.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-4778562047947750181?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4778562047947750181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=4778562047947750181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4778562047947750181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4778562047947750181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/dance-class-update.html' title='Dance Class Update'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-991984423608120556</id><published>2008-10-11T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:44:39.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Tagged in Sevens</title><content type='html'>Well, my cousin Amber tagged me.  (Thanks Amber :))  I hope you guys don't get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; bored, as I talk so much, you probably all know everything about me, but here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Things I Can Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can cook...I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can do a triple pirouette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can run for six miles without stopping  (trying to work up to thirteen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sing a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can grow beautiful flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can do some pretty mean arm balances in yoga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can cheer people up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Things I Can't Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't play basketball, volleyball, or almost any sport that uses a ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get my house under control right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to be patient with my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for my husband to be home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't keep my life organized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't draw as well as I used to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to shut up, when I get excited about something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Things That Attracted Me to Adam (and still do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eyes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His gentlemanliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His romantic side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His focus &amp;amp; drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His testimony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His love for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Things I Say Most Often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was your choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get off the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is your room clean/homework done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Celebrity Admirations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also can't think of many...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who is brave enough to live a virtuous life amid fame, because that would be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will leave that one up to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Favorite Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mexican Caviar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good New York style pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rice Pudding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Crab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coconut Shrimp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guava Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homemade Ice Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homemade Cinnamon Rolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grecian Pork Tenderloins with flat bread and Tziziki  sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...oh, that is more than seven...sorry, but I could go on, I love to eat and cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 People to Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tamzen (but you need to invite me to your blog so I can read it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amalitta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A couple of you I still need to add to my list.  Sorry I haven't yet, but I will.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope you enjoyed that.  It is harder than it seems to answer some of these questions.  But it is also kinda fun.  Especially reading other people's responses.  Have a great Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-991984423608120556?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/991984423608120556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=991984423608120556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/991984423608120556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/991984423608120556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-been-tagged-in-sevens.html' title='I Have Been Tagged in Sevens'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8456872876558396131</id><published>2008-10-10T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:45:15.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Twilight Trailer!!!</title><content type='html'>This looks pretty good!  I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=44287812"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=44287812" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Twilight HD Exclusive Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44287812,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44287812,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/3603076881701018912-8456872876558396131?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8456872876558396131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8456872876558396131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8456872876558396131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8456872876558396131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight.html' title='Final Twilight Trailer!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-7378630228210485805</id><published>2008-10-08T10:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:50:30.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposition 8</title><content type='html'>Well, I know I am getting very political today, but I wanted to just share a couple thoughts and a video I just received about Proposition 8, a proposition on the ballot in California.  This proposition, if you are unfamiliar, will stop the legalization of gay marriage in the state of California.  When I first heard about this, I of course felt it was something important, and right, but that the issue, at least for the moment, was not in my neighborhood, so to speak.  Because it was not something I could vote on right now, I think I was storing it the back of my mind, hoping it would not spread to my area. Really, I did not give it a lot of contemplative thought.  I know the rest of the country frequently follows California, but what could I do about it?  I don't live there.  Then when I went up to Washington for Amalitta's baptism, and attended sacrament meeting, I was surprised to hear the stake president speak a little about Proposition 8.  He said he had recently attended a regional leadership meeting for the church, where they were given a letter about the importance of this proposition.  He explained that the church is very involved in getting out the vote for this.  He said that in California, each ward is given the responsibility of calling every person within their ward boundaries, obviously no small number in California, to encourage them to vote in favor of Proposition 8.  I was surprised to hear a church leader talking about political things in a sacrament meeting, but he talked about why this is so important, quoting frequently The Family a Proclamation to the World.  He talked about the fact that the church sees this as spreading to other states, and as Washington is close in proximity and politics with California, it was important that people under his guidance understood just what was at stake, namely the degeneration and degradation of the family.   Then, today, I received this video from my sister-in-law (thanks, Cati) and wanted to share it with you.  This brings it home for me.  I consider myself a tolerant, loving person.  But when other people's beliefs come home to my kids and family, without my consent, I draw the line.  I believe that God has ordained marriage to be between a man and a woman.  If someone wants to live outside His law, I do not call myself their judge, but I can do this without supporting their lifestyle choice.  This video is very compelling, in that it demonstrates that an act like supporting legalized gay marriage enforces, by law, the normality, and indeed the moral equality of such an institution, thereby undermining God.  Watch it.  It will be worth your time.  We may not all be able to vote on this, but if it fails in California, the same fight may be coming to our own states, cities, and neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1352578267" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1819819843&amp;amp;playerId=1352578267&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-7378630228210485805?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7378630228210485805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=7378630228210485805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7378630228210485805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7378630228210485805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/proposition-8.html' title='Proposition 8'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-48535345414445262</id><published>2008-10-07T22:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:33:15.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate?  Or Political Show?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20080926/presidential-debate/images/69c766f7-9664-4778-b9d0-3ec9bdac78dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20080926/presidential-debate/images/69c766f7-9664-4778-b9d0-3ec9bdac78dd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know I may be in the minority here, but I am really frustrated with our candidates for president this year.  I generally go more republican, and after some of the things being discussed about Obama and his connections, I was hoping that McCain would deliver a convincing win tonight to help me feel I was definitely picking the right man, but I didn't feel that.  In some ways I felt he was more disjointed than usual, and that Obama seemed to be "putting up with" an "old guy" so to speak.  (That was from some of the looks on his face during McCain's answers.) However, McCain, while I respect whole-heartedly his military service/service to country, does not inspire me.  His answers felt insincere/politician like to me.  I cannot agree with Obama's policies, and frankly, I worry that he is not what he seems, not the face he wears.  I think McCain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; probably what he seems.  His demeanor just irritates me at times.  I appreciate my right to vote, and so I will exercise it, but I wish it was something I was excited to do this year...  Maybe some of my disgust is the general feeling of unease about the country, and our leaders.  I have lost faith in congress lately.  I love this country, and our Constitution and Bill of Rights, but I worry about the hands elected to uphold all these things.  This is really a rant.  I know.  I think it would feel so great to know that the man or woman we were electing was honest and true in his/her intentions, was there to truly serve others, not to serve self.  Of course I would also like to see them putting forth well thought out articulate ideas and plans.  Right now, I am not sure I can say I am feeling honest intentions or great plans from either candidate.  But I know many of you lovely people are feeling those things.  So, please help me see what I am looking for from either man.  If you have any insight or thoughts to help me feel excited again, PLEASE, I am all ears!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, I did think the following SNL was quite funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if IE]&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id=W4727a250e66f972348ec45b80b5a59c6" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48ec45b80b5a59c6/48e8b5b1e8d495bb/d6c1ee4f/-cpid/727c6026117a66be/clipID/727421/video_title/Saturday+Night+Live+-+undefined?storeInPid=true" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;--&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48ec45b80b5a59c6/48e8b5b1e8d495bb/d6c1ee4f/-cpid/727c6026117a66be/clipID/727421/video_title/Saturday+Night+Live+-+undefined?storeInPid=true" id="W4727a250e66f972348ec45b80b5a59c6" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-48535345414445262?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/48535345414445262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=48535345414445262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/48535345414445262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/48535345414445262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/debate.html' title='Debate?  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 A harmless little blow dryer.  Or so I thought, but as Sarah pointed out, "Princess shirt off?"  Yea, it kinda is.  Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-3300331131129011277?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3300331131129011277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3300331131129011277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3300331131129011277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3300331131129011277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/10/modesty-101.html' title='Modesty 101'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg125/shairabaldama/Alicia%20Keys/th_noone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-7825103431650498094</id><published>2008-09-28T10:53:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:41:53.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog Whisperer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SN-5x00SCYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Gx2b8fOrbpc/s1600-h/DSC03702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SN-5x00SCYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Gx2b8fOrbpc/s320/DSC03702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251119956179945858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Adam has been playing with some dogs out in Iraq to pass the time...you can tell you've been away too long when you volunteer to be a chew toy for a man eating dog.  These dogs are trained to capture fugitives, criminals, terrorists, basically anyone, anywhere who is deemed a threat. They are amazingly well trained, and can be called off mid attack.  You may think you would have to be nuts to volunteer for this type of demonstration, but Adam actually had a really good time! And I think his mind is still in tact.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-427438da9a8602d6" 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://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D427438da9a8602d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329847800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A5DC8F4539BD781CA69EA81B97D8155C2CDA897.4933383566D694BCF0EB0E775B95DC5CB18F77BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D427438da9a8602d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJT5-eVIvQYM54wi0uSLI5Afm8Uk&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://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D427438da9a8602d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329847800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A5DC8F4539BD781CA69EA81B97D8155C2CDA897.4933383566D694BCF0EB0E775B95DC5CB18F77BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D427438da9a8602d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJT5-eVIvQYM54wi0uSLI5Afm8Uk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must have been an adrenaline rush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab648bf7b2f979b1" 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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab648bf7b2f979b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329847800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E84CF14C9A5F2FE3F607533C30D3CAF606F8EA6.7C47D8D9FC6000602E3CE674EAB9C6B927B9C998%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab648bf7b2f979b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df5AKOmQ5VSxFU12F4U7h_V4fj5M&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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab648bf7b2f979b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329847800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E84CF14C9A5F2FE3F607533C30D3CAF606F8EA6.7C47D8D9FC6000602E3CE674EAB9C6B927B9C998%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab648bf7b2f979b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df5AKOmQ5VSxFU12F4U7h_V4fj5M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Move!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, Adam said he had a lot of fun, though it scared the beegeebers out of him! I would imagine he was also happy to have made it out unscathed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SN_A_m_qtoI/AAAAAAAAAew/hiyRftA15Wg/s1600-h/DSC03719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SN_A_m_qtoI/AAAAAAAAAew/hiyRftA15Wg/s320/DSC03719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251127889569166978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3603076881701018912-7825103431650498094?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2eca6076295d2b98&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=427438da9a8602d6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7ada18198211cee1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab648bf7b2f979b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7825103431650498094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=7825103431650498094' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7825103431650498094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/7825103431650498094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/09/dog-whisperer.html' title='The Dog Whisperer'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SN-5x00SCYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Gx2b8fOrbpc/s72-c/DSC03702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3738290849325048987</id><published>2008-09-26T19:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:16:47.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>Friday is here, and that means favorites....&lt;div&gt;Keeping in mind that Adam is coming home in a little less than two months (we hope), after a very long thirteen months, these are my favorites right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite # 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like his music!  It is fun to dance to, work to, and swoon to...  Two of my recent favorites by him are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Both are original works by Buble, and very heartfelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you haven't heard them, look them up and buy them.  It will be worth your time/money.  I am choosing, however, to post &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; here, as I adore the words.  I can not help but think of my sweetheart when I listen to this song.  I couldn't post the original version, but look it up on youtube.  It's pretty funny/cute.  When you read these words, you will see why I love it, and why it reminds me of my husband.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHuQKe1ithw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHuQKe1ithw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite #2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently discovered a BBC movie that I really enjoyed.  It is North and South, based on the book by Elizabeth Gaskell.  It is kind of a Darcy Elizabeth/ Pride and Prejudice story, and the two leads are great.  This brings me to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite #3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can watch this great movie, along with a whole series of Masterpiece Theater/ BBC classics like it on youtube in decent, if not fabulous, resolution.  This is a great cure for a night when you are all by yourself, and need something to escape with.  The music is beautiful.  The story alluring, and the acting superb.  This is the first "episode/part."  It is broken down into approximately eight minute segments, and four episodes.  There are a series of other movies that are also very good here by the same poster.  Jane Eyre is perhaps my favorite...but then again, so is the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHiiRd69HmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHiiRd69HmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-3738290849325048987?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3738290849325048987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3738290849325048987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3738290849325048987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3738290849325048987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-9019568071295362486</id><published>2008-09-23T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:38:55.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Fan Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNmaFdQkVHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n1zvFdSMuII/s1600-h/lizpic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNmaFdQkVHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n1zvFdSMuII/s320/lizpic-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249396259221165170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today Amalitta sent me this picture.  She told me that she and Nikky and Tony were working on a surprise for me, and this was it!  They made actual "I heart Liz" shirts.  Okay, this is one of the sweetest, funniest, most flattering things anyone has done for me.  These three young people are some of the strongest youth I have ever known.  They listen to their hearts and to the spirit, and try to do what is right, even when it is hard.  I am proud to know them.  The fact that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; think so highly of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; is truly humbling!! Love you guys!  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-9019568071295362486?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/9019568071295362486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=9019568071295362486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/9019568071295362486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/9019568071295362486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-fan-club.html' title='I Have a Fan Club'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNmaFdQkVHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n1zvFdSMuII/s72-c/lizpic-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3038553039033388116</id><published>2008-09-21T09:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:44:41.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Lit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNcUe_E56TI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/D2kIbjJLqw4/s1600-h/DSC01930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNcUe_E56TI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/D2kIbjJLqw4/s200/DSC01930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248686413284239666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Excuse me.  I'm reading here..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I was thinking on Friday when I posted my "favorites" that I should post about a favorite children's book.  Then I thought I had written enough for a day....  Well, today, I may post a couple times if I get ambitious, but I will start this morning by making a couple favorite Children's book lists.  I am sure all of you are familiar with my favorites, but maybe there will be a couple you have not read, and want to try.  One of my favorite children's books was introduced to me by a friend in this same way.  So... here goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Picture Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where the Wild Things Are - Maurice Sendak*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Night Moon - Margaret Wise Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So You Want To Be President - Judith St George &amp;amp; illus. by David Small*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph Had a Little Overcoat - Simms Taback*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly - Also By Simms Taback-**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs -  Judi Barrett &amp;amp; illus. by Ron Barrett &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type - Doreen Cronin &amp;amp; illus. by Betsy Lewin**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giggle, Giggle, Quack and Duck for President - Also by Doreen Conin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, David! - David Shannon**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I Became a Pirate - David Shannon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Officer Buckle and Gloria - Peggy Rathman*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales - Jon Scieszka &amp;amp; illus. by Lane Smith**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Polar Express - Chris Van Alsberg*  (Anything by Mr. Van Alsberg is worth reading)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Chair for My Mother - Vera B. Williams**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ox-Cart Man - Donald Hall &amp;amp; illus. by Barbara Cooney*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People's Ears - illus. by Leo &amp;amp; Dianne Dillon*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrow to the Sun - Gerald McDermott*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casey at the Bat - Ernest Thayer &amp;amp; illus. by Christopher Bing**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sylvester and the Magic Pebble - William Steig*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimmy - Leo Lionni**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blueberries For Sal - Robert McCloskey**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make Way for Ducklings - Robert McCloskey*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Quilt Maker's Gift - Jeff Brumbeau &amp;amp; illus. by Gail de Marcken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess How Much I Love You - Sam McBratney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love You Forever - Robert N. Munsch and Sheila McGraw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A House for Hermit Crab - Eric Carle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Very Hungry Caterpillar - Eric Carle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicka Chicka Boom Boom - Bill Martin, Jr. and John Archambault&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frog and Toad are Friends - Arnold Lobel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day - Judith Viorst &amp;amp; illus. by Ray Cruz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Nelson is Missing - Harry Allard &amp;amp; illus. by James Marshall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Night, Gorilla - Peggy Rantham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stelleluna - Jane Cannon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Verde - Jane Cannon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amelia Bedelia - Peggy Parish &amp;amp; illus. by Fritz Seibel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Harry the Dirty Dog - Gene Zion &amp;amp; illus. by Margaret Bloy Graham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If You Give a Mouse a Cookie - Laura Numeroff &amp;amp; Felicia Bond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wide Mouth Frog: a Pop - up Book - Keith Faulkner (Must use voices :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're Going on a Bear Hunt - Michael Rosen &amp;amp; Helen Oxenbury&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Little Book About God - Jane Werner Watson &amp;amp; Eloise Wilkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh the Places You'll Go - Dr. Seuss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green Eggs and Ham - Dr. Seuss &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Little House - Virginia May Burton*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*Caldecott Medal Winner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Caldecott Honor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sews.com/books/quilting/1020757l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sews.com/books/quilting/1020757l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sews.com/books/quilting/1020757l.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have to say that right now my favorite on this list is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Quilt Maker's Gift&lt;/span&gt;.  This book is absolutely beautiful!  It was a Book Sense Book of the Year.  The illustrations are so amazing!  The story is about a King who is told he must give away all his possessions in order to receive the ultimate gift, a quilt from the mystical quilt maker.  It is an endearing story about giving and receiving, and what it is that will make us truly happy.  Read it!  I know you will LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-3038553039033388116?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3038553039033388116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3038553039033388116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3038553039033388116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3038553039033388116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/09/childrens-lit.html' title='Children&apos;s Lit'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNcUe_E56TI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/D2kIbjJLqw4/s72-c/DSC01930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1823980620982950594</id><published>2008-09-19T08:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:17:17.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Friday is here, and since I missed last week, I will post about a few favs today.  My first favorite was brought to mind last Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I love knowing my prayers have been answered!  Last weekend was a wonderful weekend, as I traveled to Washington for Amalitta's baptism.  It was, however, difficult for a few reasons, and I was so happy that God answers our prayers.  I knew he answered many for me last weekend.  There is a quote I really like, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had absolutely no other place to go." -- Abraham Lincoln  I felt this way on Saturday, as I prepared to give a talk at the baptism.  Never before have I been more afraid to speak, but never before have I been so blessed in a speaking experience.  My heart was calmed, and though tears were flowing, I felt so comforted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNSHOjwK3LI/AAAAAAAAAeI/b1rEBEM0870/s1600-h/amalitta+and+liz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNSHOjwK3LI/AAAAAAAAAeI/b1rEBEM0870/s320/amalitta+and+liz.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247968149978668210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Me and Amalitta on Her Baptism Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;My second favorite, came this morning from my sister.  The favorite is laughter!  Julie posted this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;quote &lt;/span&gt;by Sister Hinkley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;on our family website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Elder Neal A. Maxwell once said, "We are here in mortality, and the only way to go is through;  there isn't any around!"  (Ensign, May 1998)  I would add, the only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it.  You either have to laugh or cry.  I prefer to laugh.  Crying gives me a headache." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:'Palatino Linotype';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Laugh, and the world laughs with you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Weep, and you weep alone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But has trouble enough of its own. - Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;Whenever I am stressed or worried about something, laughter is the perfect antidote!  In the past year or so, Brian Regan has become my new favorite comedian.  He is SO funny!  If you haven't watched him much, check him out on youtube!  Here is one of my favorites! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBko_3wT44Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBko_3wT44Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-1823980620982950594?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1823980620982950594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=1823980620982950594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1823980620982950594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1823980620982950594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/09/fridays-favorites_19.html' title='Friday&apos;s Favorites'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SNSHOjwK3LI/AAAAAAAAAeI/b1rEBEM0870/s72-c/amalitta+and+liz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1644627209181265463</id><published>2008-09-09T06:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:50:29.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dance and let the joy be unconfined."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMZzl634ueI/AAAAAAAAAeA/NeEDKqmqh2w/s1600-h/ailey04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMZzl634ueI/AAAAAAAAAeA/NeEDKqmqh2w/s320/ailey04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244005911415536098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So to everyone who went to my dance class on Super Saturday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; everyone who didn't, we had such a great time, that we are going to continue on a regular basis.  For now, we are going to start the class on Thursday mornings @ 10:00 (doors will open at 9:45) at the church.  It will be an hour and fifteen minutes.  We were going to start this week, but do to seminary in the building, we have to check with the school and make sure there will be no glitches.  As for child care, I think Rachel will take care of it for next week, but after that, she wants us to rotate each week.  If we get a enough interest, you shouldn't have to tend children very often at all.  Also, we may add a night or Saturday class if enough people want one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, let me tell you why I love to dance, and why I hope you can join me in this love.  Dance is an internalization and an outward expression of music.  It is, for me, the ultimate expression of movement.  One can express joy or sorrow, humor or drama.  Without saying a word, thoughts and feelings can flow seamlessly through our bodies.  I feel invigorated when I dance.  Life blood flows to my fingers and toes.  My muscles contract and stretch in ways I seldom feel elsewhere.  Agnes De Mille, a famous dancer and choreographer, said, "To dance is to be out of yourself.  Larger, more beautiful, more powerful.  This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking."  I love to dance!  It feels at one with my spirit.  I am out of practice right now, and yet it stirs within me all the time.  I can not hear a piece of music without feeling that music in movement.  I believe we danced in heaven.  I think God wants us to dance and enjoy our bodies, if only for ourselves.  It is one of His greatest gifts to us.  "O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?" - William Butler Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Come dance with us on Thursday!  "Let [your] joy be unconfined!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*And, by the way, as Dave Barry once said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nobody cares if you can't dance well.  Just get up and dance."  We want you all there, whether you feel you can dance or not!  It won't be the same without any of you!*  &lt;/span&gt;&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/3603076881701018912-1644627209181265463?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1644627209181265463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMZzl634ueI/AAAAAAAAAeA/NeEDKqmqh2w/s72-c/ailey04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8620335653249715064</id><published>2008-09-05T08:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:06:31.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF-fkker2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/o1Xt0UhfO1w/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF-fkker2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/o1Xt0UhfO1w/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242610522093694818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I thought I would start a new post each Friday.  Kind of like a newspaper column.  I am calling it "Friday's Favorites."  In here, I am going to just talk about things that I really like or enjoy.  It may be a movie, a book, a recipe, a restaurant, or even little things that make me smile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This week I am going to share two of my favorites.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;First, I am going to post a recipe that a friend of mine gave me.  This is a fresh salsa, but Tamzen calls it Mexican Caviar.  Thanks Tamzen for one of my new favorite things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mexican Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dressing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1/2 C oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1/4 C Red Wine Vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1/2 tsp. Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF-fbrR0TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/90Ewk74vRD0/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF-fbrR0TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/90Ewk74vRD0/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242610519706292530" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mix dressing, then add:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2 Cans (16 oz) black beans - drained and rinsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2 Cans (11 oz) Mexican Style Corn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1/2 C Chopped Scallions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Marinade, stirring a few times, at least three hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just before serving add:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1 Large Tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1 Avocado, halved, pitted , Peeled, and Chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;* A couple changes I like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Tamzen told me you could use regular sweet corn, instead of Mexican.  I like this, because I am not a big fan of Mexican Corn.  So I use Niblets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. I also add the juice of one lime.  This not only adds to the flavor, but helps keep the avocados green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Occasionally I put in two avocados, depending on their size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Also, if pressed for time, this can be made all at once without marinading.  Though it is best marinated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF-f80ufhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Vz6VohbQOLs/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF-f80ufhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Vz6VohbQOLs/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242610528604290578" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;!WARNING!  This stuff is addictive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The other thing I wanted to share is one of my favorite vacation spots.  Many of you know that my husband and I went to the Bahamas last year.  And I have had a lot of people ask me to give details about where we went.  We stayed on an island called Long Island.  It is an "out island" of the Bahamas.  It takes a little planning to get there, but it is worth it.  The retreat we stayed at was called The Cape Santa Maria Resort.  The island itself has a population of about 4000 people.  It is eighty miles long and as much as four miles wide.  It has the cerulean calm seas of the Caribbean on the west side and the deep, sapphire blue  waters of the Atlantic on the east.  The resort we stayed at is located on the caribbean side.  The water was like warm bath water, and the sand was like baby powder - super soft and white.  It was upper 80's while we were there, but the trade winds were constantly blowing, so even if you are hot, you are instantly cooled down.  Our little bungalow was ten feet from the beach, and about forty feet from the water.  The food was fabulous, and you could even have one of the workers there climb up a coconut tree and have fresh coconut if you wanted to.  The locals were very friendly, and even gave us fresh mangos (a totally different fruit, in my opinion, than we have here) right from their own trees.  We found the most beautiful white sand dollars, and other various shells.  The bonefishing is a total kick, even if you don't normally fish.  It isn't cheap, but having "Docky" guide you on your fishing adventure was well worth it for us.  His web address is:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonafidebonefishing.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;www.bonafidebonefishing.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  It is so beautiful on Long Island!  It truly feels like paradise!  If you want to find a place for your next romantic or family getaway, go to this website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capesantamaria.com/"&gt;www.capesantamaria.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  Also, as a stopover on our trip, we stayed at a bed and breakfast in Nassau called A Stones Throw Away (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astonesthrowaway.com/"&gt;www.astonesthrowaway.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;).  It was really nice, and that combined with this little restaurant close by called The Traveller's Rest, (they serve an amazing dessert called Guava Cake - pure ecstasy!) have convinced me that if/when we go again, I would allow for two nights at this quant place instead of one.  Well, I hope you all enjoyed Friday's Favorites!  Oh, and I would love for you to share your "favorites" with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF_NWi-foI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZTaSNYFmUhY/s1600-h/DSC03364_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF_NWi-foI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZTaSNYFmUhY/s320/DSC03364_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242611308603276930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&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/3603076881701018912-8620335653249715064?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8620335653249715064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8620335653249715064' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8620335653249715064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8620335653249715064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/09/fridays-favorites.html' title='Friday&apos;s Favorites'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMF-fkker2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/o1Xt0UhfO1w/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3343551344658867191</id><published>2008-09-04T13:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:29:54.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMA2t9TcG8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/GpZ4acxOr4Y/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMA2t9TcG8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/GpZ4acxOr4Y/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242250129437367234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today, Tommy and Sarah wanted to color.  I was chatting with Adam, so I said "sure," and got out some paper and markers, and let them go to town.  They were coloring quietly and happily , when Tommy says, "I'm in disguise!  I'm in disguise!"  So I look over to see that indeed, he was in "in disguise," and Sarah was attempting to follow suit.  Ughh!  At least it is washable.  I then proceeded to tell Tommy, "we don't draw on ourselves.  Our bodies are temples."  To which he replied, "Temples?  Huh?"  Yeah, not so sure I am doing my job by him.  Looks like we need another FHE on the sacredness of our bodies.  Anyway, here are some pictures.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMA2toAz8iI/AAAAAAAAAdI/n70RfImtW1o/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMA2toAz8iI/AAAAAAAAAdI/n70RfImtW1o/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242250123722093090" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMA2t2ZH-oI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xucY4qdR4ig/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMA2t2ZH-oI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xucY4qdR4ig/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242250127582165634" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3603076881701018912-3343551344658867191?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3343551344658867191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3343551344658867191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3343551344658867191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3343551344658867191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/09/art.html' title='ART'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SMA2t9TcG8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/GpZ4acxOr4Y/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-5660739254935989379</id><published>2008-08-27T10:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:28:04.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmAw9E8yI/AAAAAAAAAcU/daH83gLUMog/s1600-h/DSC03616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmAw9E8yI/AAAAAAAAAcU/daH83gLUMog/s320/DSC03616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239276273586729762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just wanted to take a moment to share my husband with you.  There is no special occasion.  Just thinking of him a lot lately.  As many of you know, he has been deployed for the past year, and we are not through.   We still have a little time left.  I am excited for his return, and it can't come fast enough!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmtdcqVuI/AAAAAAAAAck/LMec1YD4Qzg/s1600-h/DSC01836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmtdcqVuI/AAAAAAAAAck/LMec1YD4Qzg/s320/DSC01836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239277041444607714" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Adam and I met...well, I will tell you his version and mine, because I don't remember his.  He says that one day he spent the night with his best friend Layne, who happened to live in my neighborhood, (a fifteen mile canyon, not really a neighborhood) and the next morning he rode the bus to school with Layne.  He was in eighth grade and I in fifth.  He said that Layne said something to him about me and pointed me out.  Adam remembers thinking I was a cute little girl, but that I talked way too much.  I always think that probably not much has changed there.  Now as for me, I remember being in ninth grade, and coming over to his house to hang out with his brother, Ben, and some of our friends.  Adam was there with his girlfriend Candi, and for me at that time he was really just a guy in passing.  But I thought he seemed like a guy who knew what he wanted, and maybe, usually got it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A year later, when I was sixteen, we went on a few dates.  He was nineteen, and getting ready for a mission, so I of course was surprised he seemed to like me, as I was just a sophomore in high school.  But there was undeniable chemistry there.  When he asked if he could kiss me, I was surprised, but impressed by his gentlemanly behavior.  When he went on his mission, I liked him, but had no intention of waiting for him.  I was young, and didn't think that he was that interested in me for the long haul, to be honest.  That realization lead me not to write to him for several months.  But one day I decided it was stupid not to write at all, so I got out pen and paper.  It was not long after this, that he asked me to write him weekly.  I said I would, but was still not waiting for him.  However, we shared some wonderful letters, and I was more impressed with him all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmuoKWVXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZoW_Tkzs2xU/s1600-h/DSC03343_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmuoKWVXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZoW_Tkzs2xU/s320/DSC03343_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239277061500458354" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dated a lot while he was gone, and even had a couple boyfriends, but I kept writing.  When he got home, in June of 95', I was just ending a relationship that was not very good for me, and Adam's brother, Ben, suggested that since we had written throughout Adam's mission, that maybe I should stop by the house one night after a play Ben and I were both in.  I was very hesitant, but went by late that night, nonetheless.  To make a long story short, I didn't meet up with Adam till about midnight.  I remember he had just taken a shower, and when he came out to the living room, I thought he seemed a little stunned to see me.  I went to shake his hand, and he pulled me into a hug.  I was really surprised.  Anyway, after that we walked around his neighborhood, where we ended up in Gazebo talking.  That night, he once again asked me if he could kiss me.  He was so sweet that night.  He made me feel so safe and so valued.  It was such a good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmuBpoxMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/LvkwTu_PTN4/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmuBpoxMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/LvkwTu_PTN4/s320/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239277051162707138" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, the rest of our dating seemed a whirlwind.  I knew in my head that I should be scared at how fast things were moving, but I was never afraid to be with Adam.  Every time he held me then, and to this day it remains, I felt so completely safe and warm and loved.  We were married five months after that first kiss (post-mission).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmtnY7iwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xHgXe134qQk/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmtnY7iwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xHgXe134qQk/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239277044113312514" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some of my favorite things about Adam are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Energetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmswRuhkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/22BY0vYf6qg/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Adventurous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We have had a wonderful life together!  I love you, Honey!  We were meant to be, and you make my life better each day...Miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmswRuhkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/22BY0vYf6qg/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmswRuhkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/22BY0vYf6qg/s320/DSC01958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239277029319149122" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmAR3QhUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/N_PZ55sWnOA/s1600-h/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmAR3QhUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/N_PZ55sWnOA/s320/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239276265240823106" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3603076881701018912-5660739254935989379?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5660739254935989379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=5660739254935989379' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5660739254935989379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5660739254935989379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-husband.html' title='My Husband'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SLWmAw9E8yI/AAAAAAAAAcU/daH83gLUMog/s72-c/DSC03616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-4673252921265874275</id><published>2008-08-20T10:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:51:46.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxN0X5So_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/P2LUof2L-dE/s1600-h/tree-sparrow--vrabec-polni-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxN0X5So_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/P2LUof2L-dE/s320/tree-sparrow--vrabec-polni-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236646028887892978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Another thing that lead to my increased understanding this summer took place while I was still in Utah.  I received a phone call from a member of my bishopric back home releasing me from my calling as compassionate service leader in my ward.  They said they didn't normally do these things over the phone, but needed to make some changes, and I would not be home for a while.  They then asked me if I would be willing to be a Primary teacher and work with the children at church.  I accepted the call, but it was with a slightly heavy heart, as I realized that this would mean my Sundays would be spent entirely with children, that I would have no adult learning time at church.  So it was, while I was feeling somewhat sorry for myself, that I was chastened.  Immediately this face came to my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxLWFkZWgI/AAAAAAAAAVU/FyTIHcQarII/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxLWFkZWgI/AAAAAAAAAVU/FyTIHcQarII/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236643309549083138" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, Peter.  I would be teaching Peter's class.  What an opportunity for me.  I had been praying and pondering how I could give him the extra love he seemed to be needing, and then this happened.  In a moment of selfishness, I was unable to see that God had His hand in this.  When I was quiet and not whining internally, my eyes were opened, and I knew this was an answer to prayer.  I immediately thought of the scripture in Luke 12: 6-7, where it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten of God?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It became clear to me, that though the world may say, "he's just a kid," to the Lord, Peter and all His children are of utmost importance.  He knows us all and will do everything He can to care for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I guess this is the main point of my learning this summer.   I became more intimately aware that Heavenly Father does indeed have a grand Master Plan.  It is intricate and woven, but encompasses all we need individually.  This plan in no way took away our agency, but also provided for our mistakes and changes.  The plan to have a Savior was His plan!  He is merciful and loving, and while this in no way diminishes the great power of Jesus Christ and His atonement, it taught me that His Father was in charge.  That He is not only just, but so merciful. He wanted a way to remain just, but provide mercy for his dear children - all of us - so He sent His Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have also realized that within that plan, we are his hands.  I know He has sent Adam and I to all the places we have been because those moves put us in contact with people we needed, and who perhaps needed us.  We have been changed by dear friends, and I hope, we have effected some changes for good in them as well.  There is a song that has really touched my heart this summer called "For Good" from Wicked.  It says in such a beautiful way some of my thoughts about the people God has put into our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=42235194b9"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If we, as His children, can love each other, and be willing to be, go, do what He asks of us, where he asks of us, our lives can attain a greatness - a fullness -  we never thought possible.  I am so grateful for this lesson...this knowledge.  I just thought I would share.  So thank you all for being the hands in our lives!  We have been changed for good by knowing you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3603076881701018912-4673252921265874275?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4673252921265874275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=4673252921265874275' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4673252921265874275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4673252921265874275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember-sparrow.html' title='Remember the Sparrow'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxN0X5So_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/P2LUof2L-dE/s72-c/tree-sparrow--vrabec-polni-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-5308272211414038828</id><published>2008-08-20T10:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:34:12.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGg1CFFUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kIyThVnXgRI/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGg1CFFUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kIyThVnXgRI/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236637996530603330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After we got home from summer vacation, we had a visitor to our house.  Amalitta came to stay with us for two weeks.  She needed some time to just feel what she wanted to feel without judgement or pressure.  She was already decided on the idea of being baptized, but wanted to see the missionaries and have some time to think.  At the end of the two weeks, some laughing and crying, and some very spiritual experiences, she went home, ready to face friends and family with her decision.  I am so impressed by this girl and her strength.  Her family loves her very much, but don't necessarily support this.  In fact, some of them hate it, but she feels so strongly that this is what God wants her to do, that she is willing to face that, to have them feel differently toward her on some level.  That takes great courage to put the Lord first.  She is a true example to me.  I am so happy I was able to follow the promptings I received and do as we are taught, just "open my mouth."  She is not the only one who was blessed by this experience.  My children and husband and I are all blessed as well by what this experience has taught us.  Not to mention, the generations to follow who will call her blessed.  I hope some day her parents and family can come to see this as a good thing as well.  I believe they will.  Here are a couple pictures of her visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGgK94_xI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ISfAdBYIlEk/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGgK94_xI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ISfAdBYIlEk/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236637985238744850" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGgQipBqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9kyVqBU-s3I/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236637986735064738" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGhmgSshI/AAAAAAAAAVM/sFds_mpJ5JY/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGhmgSshI/AAAAAAAAAVM/sFds_mpJ5JY/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236638009810661906" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGhGoUNWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D-AFJGogkjE/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGhGoUNWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D-AFJGogkjE/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236638001254380898" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3603076881701018912-5308272211414038828?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5308272211414038828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=5308272211414038828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5308272211414038828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5308272211414038828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/part-3.html' title='Part 3'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxGg1CFFUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kIyThVnXgRI/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3619947026995840887</id><published>2008-08-20T08:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:08:28.883-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwl4jdXAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/l3Vj0xdwTjQ/s320/DSC_0593.JPG'/><title type='text'>Summer of Growth 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwnI6kCbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/p0KIBZy6j0Y/s1600-h/DSC_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwnI6kCbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/p0KIBZy6j0Y/s320/DSC_0623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236613915691190706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was interesting, after I had gone to girl's camp, I came back to my parent's house with a renewed sense of appreciation for my kids.   Of course I still had my frustrations and struggles with them, like any parent does, but I was reminded what a huge thing it is for Heavenly Father to entrust to me his children.  I was once again amazed at what a miracle each one is.  I wanted to try to be kinder, to keep my voice down, and to talk to them with more respect.  (This is still, of course, a work in progress.  I doubt I will ever totally perfect it.)  I don't know, I just felt that this summer, God was trying to teach me some things, and among the most important is to love my children more fully.  I captured some pictures of my little ones one day, that totally encapsulate the miracle of childhood for me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwmAp2smI/AAAAAAAAAUE/B-29oFRUWSA/s1600-h/DSC_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwmAp2smI/AAAAAAAAAUE/B-29oFRUWSA/s1600-h/DSC_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwmAp2smI/AAAAAAAAAUE/B-29oFRUWSA/s320/DSC_0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236613896293757538" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwm8Us9uI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kJRuh0iyAos/s320/DSC_0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236613912311166690" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwl4jdXAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/l3Vj0xdwTjQ/s320/DSC_0593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236613894119447554" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwmmlJWsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9Si_7TY7o0M/s320/DSC_0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236613906474556098" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxBWF0vfRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KT0LtRFVhrE/s1600-h/DSC_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKxBWF0vfRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KT0LtRFVhrE/s320/DSC_0632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236632314501365010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&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/3603076881701018912-3619947026995840887?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3619947026995840887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3619947026995840887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3619947026995840887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3619947026995840887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-of-growth-2.html' title='Summer of Growth 2'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwwnI6kCbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/p0KIBZy6j0Y/s72-c/DSC_0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-2195376477905018813</id><published>2008-08-20T07:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:39:26.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, I know I already filled you all in on a lot of the events of the summer, but I wanted to add a couple of things, and talk about some things I have learned.  I might break this down into a couple of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, first, let me go back a couple of months.  As most of you know, I took a trip to Seattle this summer.  This was the beginning of a very important time in my life.  I went to Seattle for what was supposed to be a simple trip to show support for a former student of mine.  Instead, I was given an amazing and unexpected missionary experience.  I don't want to go into great detail here, but I will say, that I took a give away Book of Mormon with me for myself, and ended up leaving it with my student and friend, Amalitta.  She has, since that time, been reading on a daily basis, had the missionary discussions, and is planning to be baptized on the thirteenth of next month.  It has been amazing to be a part of this process.  To be in the room as the Spirit flooded her heart, as well as mine has been a privilege I will not forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwjlumjLuI/AAAAAAAAASk/2Au8OMAIAU4/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwjlumjLuI/AAAAAAAAASk/2Au8OMAIAU4/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwjlumjLuI/AAAAAAAAASk/2Au8OMAIAU4/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236599597796896482" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amalitta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwsKwgob8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/1ZRB7DU3DBk/s1600-h/DSC_5099_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwsKwgob8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/1ZRB7DU3DBk/s320/DSC_5099_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236609030057127874" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After I left Seattle, my heart felt so full, and experiences with Amalitta were really only beginning.  The experience in Seattle helped me prepare for my talk and dance for Young Women's camp.  I thought that what had happened with Amalitta had given me insight and inspiration regarding what I should say to these young girls.  I hope that even one of them felt as touched as I did as I spoke to them in the midst of the beautiful mountains.  I felt impressed to share some of what had happened with Amalitta with the YW.  The topic was standing for truth and righteousness, and I was asked to incorporate my lifetime in the field of dance and the arts into my talk.  As I thought about this, I felt that nothing was more important than the fact that I was able to share my love of dance with my students, and in a more quiet way my love for God, as I showed my students that I knew who I was and who they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwsJ4STerI/AAAAAAAAATc/-VL_524_p2I/s1600-h/DSC_5087_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwsJ4STerI/AAAAAAAAATc/-VL_524_p2I/s320/DSC_5087_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236609014964648626" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I have always strived to combine these things to help my students grow, and it was so nice that I could say that maybe I had been able to reach at least one girls heart, that I was able to, with God's help, be an instrument in his hands to bring the knowledge of the gospel to Amalitta.  The whole experience at girl's camp was very sweet to me.  The Spirit was strong, and I was impressed by this wonderful group of girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwsKmtgjaI/AAAAAAAAATs/ScPMZ3sFvBY/s1600-h/DSC_5085_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwsKmtgjaI/AAAAAAAAATs/ScPMZ3sFvBY/s320/DSC_5085_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236609027426782626" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-2195376477905018813?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2195376477905018813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=2195376477905018813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2195376477905018813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2195376477905018813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-of-growth.html' title='Summer of Growth'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKwjlumjLuI/AAAAAAAAASk/2Au8OMAIAU4/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8644105746741007719</id><published>2008-08-15T08:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:57:45.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWWWULf12I/AAAAAAAAASc/I7K04qPzPHs/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWWWULf12I/AAAAAAAAASc/I7K04qPzPHs/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234755452006291298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just got a new toy!  I am pretty excited about it!  I just got an iPhone!  I think it all seems pretty silly of me, but I am just so excited!  It feels like Christmas each time I pull it out.  Truly guys, this is the coolest phone you've ever seen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWWWFFy2CI/AAAAAAAAASU/S5S5PkvgoDg/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWWWFFy2CI/AAAAAAAAASU/S5S5PkvgoDg/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234755447955839010" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I currently have a couple hundred songs on my iPod, about forty photos which I can zoom in and out of by pinching my fingers together on top of the photo and then dragging them out diagonally, all my contacts from my computer, unlimited internet access (almost anywhere - even on the road), push email - it comes instantly to my phone, and GPS (that came in handy the other day when I somehow got on the wrong road up in Denver).  Anyway, I have never had such a cool gadget of my own, and I was really surprised by how much I like it, and how happy it makes me - sigh...It's awesome!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWWV28-2oI/AAAAAAAAASM/CF6gWkw7rjg/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwhG6LggOQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwhG6LggOQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-8644105746741007719?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8644105746741007719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8644105746741007719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8644105746741007719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8644105746741007719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-addiction.html' title='My New Addiction'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWWWULf12I/AAAAAAAAASc/I7K04qPzPHs/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-2841756454445479456</id><published>2008-08-03T17:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:41:50.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Class</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am going to advertise here!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free&lt;/span&gt; awesome, amazing, dance class for Super Saturday.  I am hearing through the grapevine, that some are intimidated by the idea of dancing.  Well, let me just put your minds at rest.  It is going to be a totally fun, move at your own pace class.  It is not ballet, so don't get too scared.  It will be like a "barefoot workout."  It will incorporate lots of different things to give you a great workout: jazz, modern, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; ballet, and some great core work.  And this will all be set to some rockin' 80's music as well as a mix of other great styles and eras.  So anyway, I hope to see all you fabulous ladies there!  Come dance, and laugh, and have a great time!  It won't be as fun without any of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-2841756454445479456?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2841756454445479456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=2841756454445479456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2841756454445479456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2841756454445479456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance-class.html' title='Dance Class'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-4568534005279546611</id><published>2008-07-29T06:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:56:58.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8OwrCo9mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Yzt7Xtb1bCc/s1600-h/DSC_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8OwrCo9mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Yzt7Xtb1bCc/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228413921750742626" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah at Uncle Jerry's and Aunt Ann's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8OxI9aUkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5KR110JmdjU/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8OxI9aUkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5KR110JmdjU/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228413929781875266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommy and his Cousin Sara on the Horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8Raj5xu0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ff7VINh1a_0/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8Raj5xu0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ff7VINh1a_0/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228416840412281666" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sarah &amp;amp; Sam Riding the Horse - Sarah Loved This!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8Ra3k5sGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Jnk4k4dj7s0/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8Ra3k5sGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Jnk4k4dj7s0/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228416845693431906" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's someone else's turn Sarah." - Uncle Keith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8RbGm34gI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3pW7AR3VLTY/s1600-h/DSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8RbGm34gI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3pW7AR3VLTY/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228416849728233986" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In Uncle Jerry's Boots              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8Rbm-w3ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nn2Cw4J9M-4/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8Rbm-w3ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nn2Cw4J9M-4/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228416858418371986" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The Little Cowgirl!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &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/3603076881701018912-4568534005279546611?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4568534005279546611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=4568534005279546611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4568534005279546611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4568534005279546611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-on-farm.html' title='Fun on the Farm'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI8OwrCo9mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Yzt7Xtb1bCc/s72-c/DSC_0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-9165025446359084330</id><published>2008-07-27T23:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:49:27.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Day with the Dinosaurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1eRdKuLjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Vc1fF_VQw1Y/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1eRdKuLjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Vc1fF_VQw1Y/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227938396427398706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1eRFhkGeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/R0Ke32pheeo/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1eRFhkGeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/R0Ke32pheeo/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227938390080756194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1eRt0tfmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NRsLNphDCnM/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1dNIG-HwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TKEkTmLG2H8/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227937222543417090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1dNWGOx4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/o9kIq3eF-7k/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1dNWGOx4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/o9kIq3eF-7k/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227937226298410882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1dN8HdT_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/DugG7m_y92w/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1dN8HdT_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/DugG7m_y92w/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227937236504104946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1dOMdymSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wha7fPrXPpE/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1dOMdymSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wha7fPrXPpE/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227937240892741922" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3603076881701018912-9165025446359084330?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/9165025446359084330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=9165025446359084330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/9165025446359084330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/9165025446359084330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-day-with-dinosaurs.html' title='Our Day with the Dinosaurs'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SI1eRdKuLjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Vc1fF_VQw1Y/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1928226465269353910</id><published>2008-07-27T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:36:44.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok, so, I may be officially the worst blogger of the summer, but I am back, and I am going to try to fill you in on what has been going on in my world.  It has taken me a week to just settle down enough to start thinking about blogging again.  I took my kids a couple days after school got out, and headed for Utah in our packed to the rafters Tahoe!  It was a great drive complete with diarrhea and vomiting by both kids and dog.  Yikes!  But we finally got to Grandma and Grandpa's house to begin our summer of fun.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After being in eastern Utah for a couple of days, we drove out to Salt Lake City, and my mom and sisters were good enough to watch my kids while I flew to Washington to see a recital of my former students.  I really felt I needed to be there, and despite the cost in time and money, the trip was well worth it.  It was a trip I will not soon forget, and some really great things happened while I was there!  So, five days later I came back to Utah, and we packed up our stuff and headed back to my parents house.  While there, we did a lot of fun things.  The kids got to go horse back riding, which Sarah absolutely loved, and we went paddle boating and out to dinner at a beautiful place up in the Uintah mountains.  We went to the Dinosaur Museum in Vernal, and the new rec center there, which was like a mini water park.  The kids loved that!  We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows several times in my parents back yard, and the kids played and played in the irrigation water and the sprinklers.  They also made good friends with some of my parents neighborhood kids, who happen to be the children of some of the people Adam and I went to school with, so that was cool.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the end of June, my mom and I took my three youngest bananas back to Colorado Springs, as I was asked to speak and dance for our church's girls camp.  That was also a really great experience.  Truly, I am not sure it was as good for them as it was for me, but I really was so happy to be involved.  I really wanted the girls to feel that they are daughters of God, and that that means something...everything, really.  The dance was difficult for me, as I danced on a five foot by eight foot plywood platform nailed into the dirt, but the Spirit was there, and despite my inadequacies, I think it turned out fine.  My friend Rachel posted a couple pictures of that on her blog, so I am hesitant to post anymore here.  But maybe I will post a couple.  Anyway, the girls were wonderful, and I was so glad I went!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So after we were here a couple of days, we drove back to Utah, and were there for the Fourth of July.  My sister Julie and her family came out, and we had a nice time.  The kid's favorite part was the fireworks in front of Mom and Dad's house.  We also go to celebrate Sarah's second birthday, which was a lot of fun.  She is such a girl!  She got baby dolls, complete with crib and high chair as well as some little people.  She was in Heaven!  She walks around saying "birthday babies!" all the time now, when she wants or has those particular dolls.  She is pretty cute!  Then we just hung out there for a few more days, after which, we headed down to southeastern Utah, where we attended a family reunion for Adam's family.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The reunion was really nice.  It was a little scary for me, because I borrowed my parent's tent trailer, and I have never had to pull one myself, plus I was nervous about keeping it in pristine shape.  But we survived the six hour drive, and had a really nice time!  The kids got to make bottle rockets, and shot them off in a contest for prize money.  They also had a treasure hunt, where each child got some chocolate coins and some gold dollars.  They loved that!  Anytime money is involved, you know.  Tommy's favorite part, by far, was riding the four wheelers.  Anytime I wasn't sure where he was, I just had to look at the four wheelers, and there he would be...helmet in place, ready to go!  Oh, and I also got to make some homemade earrings, which I had never done.  They are totally amateurish, but I thought it was fun!  Of course we also had lots of great food and conversation.  They asked me to teach aerobics of all things, as well as a little yoga, though that scared almost everyone away.  Then about a week ago, I decided I needed to head home, or have a breakdown.  It was just a very long time to be away from my normal life.  However, all in all, it was fantastic trip!  I have mapped it out so you can see my many miles on the road!  Anyway, this has turned into a novel, and I will post shorter again next time, but I just wanted to tell everyone in Utah, Thanks for the wonderful memories this summer, and to my friend here in CS, I have missed you and am anxious to make more memories with all of you!  And thanks for watching over my house and yard while I was gone.  I really have the best friends and family anywhere!&lt;div&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/3603076881701018912-1928226465269353910?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1928226465269353910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=1928226465269353910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1928226465269353910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1928226465269353910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3741306874419443050</id><published>2008-05-30T09:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:04:37.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SEAbQKLNUjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rY7u8D3_JGY/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SEAbQKLNUjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rY7u8D3_JGY/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206191133663515186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tommy has had a birthday.  He is a big four years old.  Let me tell you a little about my birthday boy.  He is a joy!  As a baby he was calm and peaceful, and simply content with life.  He was a blessing in a busy house of chaos.  As he has grown, in many ways he has added to the chaos, but only as a four year old boy should.  He is full of energy and wonder, and his mind is constantly going!  Tommy is also a rock star in his world.  He knows the words to songs like "Video Killed the Radio Star," "Beverly Hills," "Message in a Bottle," by The Police, and U2's "Pride in the Name of Love."  He also knows all the words to every Backyardigan's song there is!  It is a lot of fun watching him sing.  He loves to play with his big brothers, and hates it when they go to school!  He loves doing "boy" things, and feeling like he is "in" with his brothers.  On the flip side, he is the apple of his little sister's eye!  From the time she could smile, she smiled most for him.  And as soon as she could laugh, her biggest giggles were reserved for Tommy!  If he is around, she is usually happy!  Actually, most people are happy around Tommy.  He just makes you laugh!  The other day he was making the connection that Grandma and Grandpa were married like Mom and Dad are married, and he said to them, "So Mom and Dad got married, and you guys got married too...(pause - think) but then you got old."  (Long pause while we all tried not to laugh too much.)  Then Grandma said, "well, how do you know we are old?"  and he held up his arm and brushed back and forth on the part we all get a little saggy in - you know the part (the tricep for those who have yet to see any sagginess) and he said, "because of this part, it's all lumpy and kinda squishy."   See what I mean?  Always thinking - for better or worse!  Anyway, we are so happy to have him!  He is a light in our lives!  Love you buddy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SECL6KLNUkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LP91X8g7LsQ/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SECL6KLNUkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LP91X8g7LsQ/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206315000520331842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SECUZqLNUlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gVmFsgF8o9g/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SECUZqLNUlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gVmFsgF8o9g/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206324337779233362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Little Clown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SECU46LNUmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sZVwY3YsoK4/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SECU46LNUmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sZVwY3YsoK4/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206324874650145378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SECVZKLNUnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NIa2MAtUCTI/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SECVZKLNUnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NIa2MAtUCTI/s320/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206325428700926578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with the Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3603076881701018912-3741306874419443050?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3741306874419443050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3741306874419443050' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3741306874419443050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3741306874419443050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/05/tommy.html' title='Tommy'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SEAbQKLNUjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rY7u8D3_JGY/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1521732390518632917</id><published>2008-05-21T08:21:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:32:10.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing with the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ5e350NiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uHNlSB9XSNw/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ5e350NiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uHNlSB9XSNw/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202846672085071394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after Adam and I got back to New York, we took the kids and went to a cabin for five days.  It was a beautiful cabin near the Platte river, and about a half hour from Breckenridge.  We played games and sat in a hot tub (more about that later),  and Adam took the boys fishing - Peter went spin fishing by himself with Adam, and then Adam took the older boys fly fishing.  We also celebrated Tommy's birthday early - which he thought was "AWESOME!"  &lt;div&gt;For the fly fishing trip, we bought the boys some waders and boots so that they could wade the river with their dad.  They had a great time together, although it it was cold and snowing horizontally for part of the time.  The rest of us hung around for a while, but soon hunkered down in the truck.  But the boys loved it, and asked to go again the next day.  Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures of Peter's fishing trip, but he was pretty bummed he didn't have a fly rod.  We hope he will be ready for it next year, so he can join in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ5uH50NjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e9RykSh-fxc/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ5uH50NjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e9RykSh-fxc/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202846934078076466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"COOOLD!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ6ZH50NkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/K4lOxpDrVqU/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ6ZH50NkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/K4lOxpDrVqU/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202847672812451394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mighty Hunters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                      &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ7tX50NlI/AAAAAAAAANA/19ia4iViksw/s200/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202849120216430162" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ82H50NmI/AAAAAAAAANI/zZjcYtLm-H8/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ82H50NmI/AAAAAAAAANI/zZjcYtLm-H8/s200/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202850370051913314" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rest of the Crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ9T350NnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Tcug53iyicM/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ9T350NnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Tcug53iyicM/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202850881153021554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam Teaching Jens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ-hH50NoI/AAAAAAAAANY/slLq-M_AV4M/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ-hH50NoI/AAAAAAAAANY/slLq-M_AV4M/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202852208297916034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam's First Fish Without Help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ-6X50NpI/AAAAAAAAANg/aA9kmEd5B9o/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ-6X50NpI/AAAAAAAAANg/aA9kmEd5B9o/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202852642089612946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-1521732390518632917?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1521732390518632917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=1521732390518632917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1521732390518632917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1521732390518632917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/05/fishing-with-boys.html' title='Fishing with the Boys'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDQ5e350NiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uHNlSB9XSNw/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8096475144063422187</id><published>2008-05-18T17:19:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:59:13.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDD6W350NdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OlQLILw_Hb0/s1600-h/DSC03619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDD6W350NdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OlQLILw_Hb0/s320/DSC03619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201932840483435986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us in Time Sqaure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as many of you know, Adam and I headed to New York this month for a few days of alone time, while my parents tended the kids.  I had never been, so it was really fun for me, but more importantly, we spent the time together.  We saw the New York City Ballet doing a tribute to Jerome Robbins and Leonard Bernstein.  The dancing was beautiful, but I would have like to have seen a full length ballet, as would Adam.  The next night we went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;, which was fantastic!  I highly recommend it!  This video is of the most climactic point in the musical.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2s7n7dNl5Hg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2s7n7dNl5Hg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day we were supposed to go to the Yankees game, but then we, and by that I mean I, opted to do some more sightseeing and see another show.  So we went to a half price ticket stand and I bought tickets to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/span&gt;, and while I was doing that, Adam bought tickets to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt; for that evening as a surprise. It was so sweet!  Our favorite of the two was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/span&gt;!  It was great!  If it ever comes to town, take your kids and go!  I have included a clip (the video is not great, but it still shows a really cool part of the musical) of our favorite part!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDD98350NeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ygfOUYFr3uA/s1600-h/DSC03630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDD98350NeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ygfOUYFr3uA/s320/DSC03630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201936791853348322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Adam before Mary Poppins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                        &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QA_F7Xzmg7I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QA_F7Xzmg7I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the Staten Island Ferry and saw the Statue of Liberty, we walk around Wall Street and even visited Tiffany's.  We also had some great food!  One of our favorites was a little whole in the wall called Crepe Mania.  We had a ham and egg and swiss cheese crepe as well as a nutella and strawberries with powdered sugar crepe.  They were phenomenal!  One of our favorite snacks was a stand called Nuts 4 Nuts.  They had a mixed bag of I guess honey roasted (or sugar of some kind roasted) nuts and you could also get a bag of coconut chunks roasted the same way.  They were sooo good - warm too!  Yum!  Then of course we had to get a New York style Pizza.  So we went to a place recommended to us called Angelo's right outside the David Letterman theater.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/45662284_d629f159c1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/45662284_d629f159c1.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This place had the best pizza we have EVER had, and a great Caesar salad as well!  When we got home we tried to duplicate it and found some pretty good recipes.  (I will post that on another blog.)  All and all we had a wonderful time.  Time that was very needed.  &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDECb350NfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AY3TYWXeLTM/s1600-h/DSC03612_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDECb350NfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AY3TYWXeLTM/s320/DSC03612_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201941722475804146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Staten Island Ferry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDEDPX50NgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/u5OYDkVUYwQ/s1600-h/DSC03600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDEDPX50NgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/u5OYDkVUYwQ/s320/DSC03600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201942607239067138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam on Wall Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDEEIn50NhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2h2CH-Hwzkw/s1600-h/DSC03601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDEEIn50NhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2h2CH-Hwzkw/s320/DSC03601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201943590786577938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me at Tiffany's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-8096475144063422187?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8096475144063422187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8096475144063422187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8096475144063422187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8096475144063422187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDD6W350NdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OlQLILw_Hb0/s72-c/DSC03619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-70645562867985705</id><published>2008-05-18T10:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:05:50.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC3ln50NXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0K9PChwPDOY/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC3ln50NXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0K9PChwPDOY/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201859426607445362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was such a special day!  I thought I would share it with you.  What a sweet experience!   As you can see, there were a bunch of happy kids!  And I have to say, I was pretty happy as well!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC4E350NYI/AAAAAAAAALY/zJbJE1c122U/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC4E350NYI/AAAAAAAAALY/zJbJE1c122U/s320/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201859963478357378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Girls and Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC41350NaI/AAAAAAAAALo/UeOUtYo_i5k/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC41350NaI/AAAAAAAAALo/UeOUtYo_i5k/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201860805291947426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together Again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC4nX50NZI/AAAAAAAAALg/KHdUI-UfEzw/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC4nX50NZI/AAAAAAAAALg/KHdUI-UfEzw/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201860556183844242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going Home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thanks to Tami for taking these beautiful pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-70645562867985705?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/70645562867985705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=70645562867985705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/70645562867985705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/70645562867985705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-reunion.html' title='Sweet Reunion'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDC3ln50NXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0K9PChwPDOY/s72-c/DSC_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-4540904822432138577</id><published>2008-05-18T09:34:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:13:31.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hero's Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I debated whether or not to write this blog, but in the end decided to go ahead.  I am going to chronicle the past three weeks, as a lot has happened.  Adam got home on the 26th of April!  And that is where I will start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This first part, I was not there to witness, but I wish I had been!  When his plane touched down in Dallas there were about 150 soldiers on board.  As they arrived, on the ground, two Fire trucks pulled around to each side of the plane with sirens and lights on, and proceeded to give them a water cannon salute to honor the soldiers.  That is what you are looking at in these pictures.  What a tribute!  Then as they got off the plane and entered the airport, everyone in the terminal got to their feet and applauded!  I feel emotional, even as I type this, because to me it is humbling and so touching to know that people do appreciate what these men and women, and I think their families are doing.  It meant a lot to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBPx350NQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bPe3B3l9Ixo/s1600-h/DSC03586.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBPx350NQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bPe3B3l9Ixo/s320/DSC03586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201745287851554050" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the fire trucks in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBTU350NUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/37z8Zm55jhU/s1600-h/DSC03588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBTU350NUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/37z8Zm55jhU/s320/DSC03588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201749187681858882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is of the trucks pulling around to the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBTwX50NVI/AAAAAAAAALA/6PYyQGETj_8/s1600-h/DSC03589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBTwX50NVI/AAAAAAAAALA/6PYyQGETj_8/s320/DSC03589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201749660128261458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The truck on Adam's side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBUvX50NWI/AAAAAAAAALI/RoUogNNPxPs/s1600-h/DSC03590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBUvX50NWI/AAAAAAAAALI/RoUogNNPxPs/s320/DSC03590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201750742460020066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The water cannon salute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3603076881701018912-4540904822432138577?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4540904822432138577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=4540904822432138577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4540904822432138577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4540904822432138577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/05/heros-homecoming.html' title='A Hero&apos;s Homecoming'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SDBPx350NQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bPe3B3l9Ixo/s72-c/DSC03586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8040625523598295390</id><published>2008-04-17T09:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:18:20.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SAedzgYhJGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZHPLNLw6jY8/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SAedzgYhJGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZHPLNLw6jY8/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190290603759445090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, Hooked on Phonics...  Well, it must have failed in our house, because my kids have developed a new way of speaking lately.  Either that, or they are just very gifted, because whenever there is a chore to be done or a reprimand to be given, they start speaking a new language.  Let me teach it to you.  The last word in every sentence  has a new vowel - short a.  And the portion preceding the short a is drawn out longer than usual.  For example, faaair-a, whyyy-a, Mommm-a, nooo-a.  The list goes on.  Finnne-a, roooom-a, meee-a, themmm-a, listennn-a.  Did I mention, faaair-a?  The only word they can't really add the "a" to effectively is "what."  So for good measure, that word is said with head tilted back and arms flailed dramatically to the sides and pronounced, "WHAAAAT?!"  I think this new language is called Whinish.  After I listen to it for a while, I feel like Nephi in Elder Holland's talk, when he said, "Hit me again, I can still hear you."  &lt;div&gt;I don't really understand this language, but I have discerned "faaair-a" quite well.  I usually reply with one of my favorite quotes, "Life IS pain, your Highness."  I wonder if this language phenomenon will someday intrude on their writing as well as their speaking?  But I tend to think it is a special act reserved only for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-8040625523598295390?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8040625523598295390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8040625523598295390' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8040625523598295390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8040625523598295390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-language.html' title='A New Language'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SAedzgYhJGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZHPLNLw6jY8/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-130007661167350051</id><published>2008-04-14T11:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:08:01.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Republic Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ilovethe80s.com/bananarepublic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ilovethe80s.com/bananarepublic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, thank you for all the kind comments.  Saturday was a "rough day", no doubt about it.  But, today the sun is shining, and I feel inclined to get out there and get things done. Anyway, after my rough day, I decided to take some one on one time with Sam.  We went to CPK for dinner, then headed to the outlets to take back a couple things, and look for a couple finishing pieces for our trip to New York.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Sam was great.  "That looks nice, Mom.  I think Dad will really like that one," or "that shirt goes nice with your hair!"  It was a good pick me up.  He has the stroking my ego thing pretty well down!  So, after spending some money, and a little buyers remorse, I came out feeling much better.  Who knew Banana Republic could have an almost medicinal effect?  I have decided, it may be time to curb my shopping appetite, but man I like to buy nice things at a great price!  I guess I just needed a little retail therapy!  It was great!  Thanks for a wonderful night, Sam!  Dinner and BR - who could ask for anything more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-130007661167350051?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/130007661167350051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=130007661167350051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/130007661167350051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/130007661167350051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/04/banana-republic-anyone.html' title='Banana Republic Anyone?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-482450563116312641</id><published>2008-04-12T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:33:28.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>So today, on a more serious note, I was very frustrated and it seemed that no matter what my children did, it didn't feel good enough.  I am putting myself out there on this one, and allowing the world to see what an imperfect mother I am.  Today, frankly, I felt like a horrible one.  I had no patience.  I yelled at them, I lectured, I am sure I did every wrong thing a mother can do short of beating her children, and truthfully, at times, that was tempting.  I have wonderful children, but sometimes, they don't have a wonderful mom.  Now don't get me wrong, they were no perfect angels today, but even the "spilt milk" moments seemed to set me off.  This was one of those days.... I guess you just take a deep breath, try to set yourself straight, and start again tomorrow.  It would probably just be wise to go to bed.  After I got pretty fed up today, my nine year old said, "Mom, I don't think you got enough sleep last night."  Maybe he was right.  Well, to all you mothers out there, my hat is off to you all!  This is not an easy job, and I see so many wonderful examples in so many women I know!  Thanks....  And here's to the children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-482450563116312641?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/482450563116312641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=482450563116312641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/482450563116312641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/482450563116312641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/04/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-3323476495317741412</id><published>2008-04-12T10:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:58:00.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!  Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boonecountyhistoricalmuseum.org/JudiFord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.boonecountyhistoricalmuseum.org/JudiFord.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I won - I mean, Jens won the science fair!!!  Wahoo!  He gets to go to regionals!  More competition.  More pressure.  More...  Actually, I am very happy for Jens.  He presented his project very well!  And it was a job well done.  Good for you, Jens!                                                                                                                  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SADot1EBfQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7boOon4j1-c/s1600-h/IMG_4631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SADot1EBfQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7boOon4j1-c/s320/IMG_4631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188402644766522626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Thanks to Jen Carlson for the picture of Jens.  I had taken my camera battery out to charge it, and then very smartly took the camera and left the battery at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-3323476495317741412?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3323476495317741412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=3323476495317741412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3323476495317741412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/3323476495317741412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank You!  Thank You!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SADot1EBfQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7boOon4j1-c/s72-c/IMG_4631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1532193463924956350</id><published>2008-04-10T12:08:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:27:03.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair a.k.a. Homework For Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUDWcF9nkZc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUDWcF9nkZc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so last night was our elementary school's science fair.  Both Jens and Sam had to participate.  You can just imagine my joy and ecstasy when I found out we had to do two science fair projects this year!  Wahoo!  I love homework.  When a third grade teacher requires a science fair project by her students, what she is really saying is, Mom, we don't think you are involved enough in your child's life, and we think we will help you spend "quality time" with him or her, by requiring you to spend multiple hours looking up information, explaining it to your son or daughter, facilitating their experiment, figuring out how to use Microsoft Graphing software, spending more time finding cool pictures to illustrate the lessons learned, and finally putting it all together in a highly artistic way that kids and adults alike will enjoy.  And by the way, make sure your child does all his/her own work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5sw1EBfPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hfOwijl_V7A/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5sw1EBfPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hfOwijl_V7A/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187703406910864626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JENS' PROJECT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5sRVEBfOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QV7VjxgcwlE/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5sRVEBfOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QV7VjxgcwlE/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187702865744985314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAM'S PROJECT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, we dutifully did our projects, and they were successful.  I even think my boys  actually learned something.  But the whole concept of the science fair left me wondering.  I mean, really...last night there was a third grade boy who had a "cement" dam with his name on it, "Taylor dam," with a highly technical motor behind it which hooked to something that looked somewhat  like a cyclone experiment with tubes coming out.  The water was in continual motion, and the apparatus then hooked into another complicated motor which in turn powered a whole Christmas village!  Do you think he did that?  I don't think so....  The science fair has obviously become a way to live out your dreams of winning the thing back in your third grade year when your Mom was smart enough to let you do the whole thing on your own, and not follow the third grade teachers loving attempt at increasing family togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I will update with pictures that include my boys soon, but in the meantime, here are their projects, and a couple that I found online that made me laugh.  This is the Science Fair at it's finest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5pLlEBfLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0p6Yv-UZqQM/s1600-h/animal-magnetism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5pLlEBfLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0p6Yv-UZqQM/s320/animal-magnetism.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187699468425854130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANIMAL MAGNETISM - He's Got It!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5pxFEBfMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yLsJZwZElCc/s1600-h/crystalmeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5pxFEBfMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yLsJZwZElCc/s320/crystalmeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187700112670948546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRYSTAL METH - FRIEND OR FOE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5q11EBfNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hD0Qo3eqUUU/s1600-h/videogamesaffect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5q11EBfNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hD0Qo3eqUUU/s320/videogamesaffect.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187701293786954962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO VIDEO GAMES AFFECT YOU? &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/3603076881701018912-1532193463924956350?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1532193463924956350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=1532193463924956350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1532193463924956350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1532193463924956350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/04/science-fair-aka-homework-for-moms.html' title='Science Fair a.k.a. Homework For Moms'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_5sw1EBfPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hfOwijl_V7A/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-6671984616559473615</id><published>2008-04-02T20:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:47:31.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a post script to my last post, I thought I would post a couple very funny pictures and quote my sister-in-law sent me.  Have a good laugh.  You all know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Should I get a dog or a kid?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_RJW8h1feI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RSHQpqsG9IM/s1600-h/ATT00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_RJW8h1feI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RSHQpqsG9IM/s400/ATT00121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184849729564278242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_RLich1ffI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yl9xrtiJgWI/s1600-h/ATT00124-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_RLich1ffI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yl9xrtiJgWI/s400/ATT00124-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184852126156029426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yea, I am feeling better and better about my choice to have Eva spayed!  (By the way - these are not my kids, of course mine would NEVER do something so bad!  Right?)&lt;br /&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/3603076881701018912-6671984616559473615?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6671984616559473615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=6671984616559473615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/6671984616559473615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/6671984616559473615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/04/ps.html' title='PS.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_RJW8h1feI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RSHQpqsG9IM/s72-c/ATT00121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-4754083926532412493</id><published>2008-04-02T19:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:45:33.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva's Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_RAI8h1fcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uSYZsLinPtM/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_RAI8h1fcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uSYZsLinPtM/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184839593441459650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today I had my little dog, Eva, spayed.  She went in heat during January or February, I try to forget which - Yuck!  I have no desire to ever deal with that again, nor do I want the worry of her getting pregnant one day while she is unsupervised outside.  So, I promptly made her an appointment to be spade.  It is the right thing to do.  After all, Bob Barker has closed The Price is Right for 36 years by saying "Help control the pet population.  Have your pet spayed or neutered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maggieg.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/0000037233_20070118115905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://weed2pointo.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/bob-barker.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I followed Bob's mantra, I helped control the pet population.  I was a good citizen!  Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then remorse settled in.  I was reminded that in the Old Testament all creatures are commanded to "multiply and replenish the earth."  We are supposed to find joy in our posterity.  So, I got thinking, "did I just ruin forever the chances for my little beagle to find joy in this life?  And what about following all of God's commandments?  Does this apply to dogs? Am I responsible for Eva's eternal sorrow at never having pups?!"  Oh, the struggle of a conscience pricked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.permissionresearch.com/images/pr/pre_en_puppies_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.permissionresearch.com/images/pr/pre_en_puppies_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep breath...ok, reality check; I have five children under the age of of eleven, a husband deployed, and a female dog recently in heat...I suddenly feel much better about my decision.  Though perhaps we should all take a moment of silence for Eva's lost motherhood.  Aaahh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-4754083926532412493?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4754083926532412493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=4754083926532412493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4754083926532412493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4754083926532412493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/04/help-control-pet-population.html' title='Eva&apos;s Dilemma'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_RAI8h1fcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uSYZsLinPtM/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-2077524178129491993</id><published>2008-03-30T22:14:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:41:46.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twirl!</title><content type='html'>Today I dressed Sarah in a fancy dress she got from her Grandma Larsen when she was born. It was the first time she has worn it, and she loved it! She swayed and patted her tummy, and looked very proud of herself. She knew she was pretty! People at church raved about her to her, and she soaked it all in. What a girl! Anyway, the highlight of the Pink Dress Day was the implementation of "The Twirl!" Yes, world, today my little girl twirled and twirled in her princess dress, without direction - well, almost. I did say, "Sarah, can you twirl?" And off she would go twirling like a ballerina for her audience. She even spotted while she turned....sigh...(Maybe I was imagining that. ;) ) Anyway, it was a red letter day! And here are the photos to prove it. It brings me back to Sunday afternoons as a little girl when I twirled away in my favorite dress with the puffiest sleeves in the world!  I love having a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_BpEMh1fXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BdntE8NAy4o/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_BpEMh1fXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BdntE8NAy4o/s200/DSC_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183758691906977138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_BoQch1fUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lFV2hTWv0N4/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_BoQch1fUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lFV2hTWv0N4/s200/DSC_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183757802848746818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_Bod8h1fVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mgLQ2AhYHM0/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_BpgMh1fYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZKIoEdA2Yg0/s200/DSC_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183759172943314306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_BqJsh1faI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kqqj_WAAQy4/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_BqJsh1faI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kqqj_WAAQy4/s200/DSC_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183759885907885474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_Bp0ch1fZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-KvZD4-5BxA/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_Bp0ch1fZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-KvZD4-5BxA/s200/DSC_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183759520835665298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-2077524178129491993?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2077524178129491993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=2077524178129491993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2077524178129491993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2077524178129491993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/twirl.html' title='The Twirl!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R_BpEMh1fXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BdntE8NAy4o/s72-c/DSC_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-5109922286647344473</id><published>2008-03-27T13:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:42:54.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Wonder With Grandma Nielson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1Z1Mh1fOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QkX8vRJkvs4/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1Z1Mh1fOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QkX8vRJkvs4/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182897516604390626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Grandma Nielson came to visit last weekend.  We really wanted to see her, so we made plans to spend the day on Monday.  I told her I was thinking of going to the Museum of Nature and Science, and she said she wanted to go!  I was kind of surprised, as I knew it would be a big day, but she came, and was a trooper.  We stayed for about 4 1/2 hours.  We ate a great lunch, and then headed for the exhibits.  It is a great museum!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1kqsh1fRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xGJAr-DPj3U/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1kqsh1fRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xGJAr-DPj3U/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182909430843669778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We saw the Space Odyssey exhibit, the Mummy exhibit, the Prehistoric (Dinosaur) exhibit, and the Hall of Life, where we saw a dissection of a sheep's brain.  It was really cool!  The kids got a real kick out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1bNsh1fPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3jh26D1_GJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1bNsh1fPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3jh26D1_GJQ/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182899037022813426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma was such a trooper!  She went everywhere with us.  I think Peter just about gave her a heart attack running beyond our view for a few moments!  But she said she really liked it, and we loved having her with us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1lKsh1fSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/juDUf3LiiUk/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1lKsh1fSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/juDUf3LiiUk/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182909980599483682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; After we left the museum, we met Kirk and Steph and their kids for dinner.  It was really nice.  We really enjoyed talking and eating, and the kids had a great time.  After dinner, Sam, Peter and Celine pushed Sarah and Tommy around in the baby seats to the squealing delight both!  What a great day!  Thanks Grandma!  We sure love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-5109922286647344473?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5109922286647344473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=5109922286647344473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5109922286647344473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5109922286647344473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-of-wonder-with-grandma-nielson.html' title='Day of Wonder With Grandma Nielson'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-1Z1Mh1fOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QkX8vRJkvs4/s72-c/DSC_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8988880789832000272</id><published>2008-03-27T12:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:59:29.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-vr9ch1fNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xZkd2lsIeqA/s1600-h/Animal+housde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-vr9ch1fNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xZkd2lsIeqA/s320/Animal+housde.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182495237082545362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, the other day, the Roberts were over here playing.  Eva (our dog) was running around, and the next thing we knew, Tommy, Krey and Sarah were in her Kennel.  They were happy as could be, growling and laughing.  Tami and I decided it might not be a bad place for them - locked away, unable to break anything, and not making any demands.  It was great!  Maybe I should utilize this new technique more often!  Though, since they have opposing thumbs, they can get out if they really try.  Not quite as much of a lock down as it is for my dog.  Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-8988880789832000272?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8988880789832000272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8988880789832000272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8988880789832000272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8988880789832000272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/animal-house.html' title='Animal House!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-vr9ch1fNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xZkd2lsIeqA/s72-c/Animal+housde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-2581078161762795775</id><published>2008-03-27T09:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:56:36.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Rascal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-u4cch1fMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qT-7zPOob3w/s320/alfalfa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182438595053845698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the park the other day, and took some pictures, and the boys thought this one of Tommy was pretty funny.  Needless to say, he needs a haircut, but the boys said he looks like Alfalfa in the Little Rascals movie, when he is racing, and his hair sticks out of his helmet.  I love my little rascal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-2581078161762795775?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2581078161762795775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=2581078161762795775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2581078161762795775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2581078161762795775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-little-racal.html' title='Our Little Rascal'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-u4cch1fMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qT-7zPOob3w/s72-c/alfalfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-6466600212638616397</id><published>2008-03-19T10:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:03:14.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-F_dch1fJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8hqOStClUFk/s1600-h/DSC03409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-F_dch1fJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8hqOStClUFk/s320/DSC03409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179561190303825042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Michelle "Tagged" me for this.  I hope I am doing this right, and that she didn't mean some other Liz. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your Hubby's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve years - though I think we have really only spent about half that time together, so it has gone by really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long did you date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.  Trick question.  We went on three dates, pre-mission, wrote during most of his mission, and dated three months post mission before we were engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam will be 34 in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be him.  But since he has been gone he has turned into a health nut, and I have become a junk food junky...consuming way to much ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said I Love you First?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.  But I know he was in love with me long before he knew it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is. 5'9''. I am 5'5 1/2"  (I always have to throw in the 1/2.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would say I do.  I am not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells the kids I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not sure.  It might be me.  But I also get over things quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.  But I hate it.  And when Adam is home, he will fold the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who does the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually me, but he clears things over and helps clean up the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic bill pay or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who mows the lawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do usually, but mostly because I like to do it.  It is therapeutic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who cooks dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both like to cook.  I usually make dinners, but he is the grilling and smoking master, and makes wonderful ribs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who drives when together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam - I like to just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is more stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is...I'm sure he is...I know he is...hmmm...maybe I am - who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is the first to admit they are wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whose parents do we visit most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. His live in Taiwan, but we are planning to visit in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who Proposed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did, and he was very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who has more friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are pretty equal here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who has more siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. 4 brothers 4 sisters. He has 1 brother and 4 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who wears the pants in the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he does, and he wears them well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I were living in Wymount at BYU, and really loving life.  We had one little boy, were both going to school, and life was pretty simple.  We were also very poor, but I look back on it as a wonderful time in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to due list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read my scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fax my refinance papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Send package to Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more things too, but maybe I should just keep it simple.  Five things sounds doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would do if I were suddenly a millionaire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay off my house, invest a lot of money, furnish/decorate my house fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six places I have lived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Orem, Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Provo, Utah&lt;br /&gt;3. Vernal, Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Maryland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I have had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance teacher assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Telemarketer for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dance Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Choreographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things people don't know about me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a bionic ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I played powder-puff football, I was sent out to punt, and I totally missed the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to paint oil paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have been on a hot air balloon ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have never been to the circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag - Kim, Robin, Rachel, Kristen, Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-6466600212638616397?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6466600212638616397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=6466600212638616397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/6466600212638616397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/6466600212638616397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I Have Been Tagged!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-F_dch1fJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8hqOStClUFk/s72-c/DSC03409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1194619868286036892</id><published>2008-03-19T09:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:11:33.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NUTELLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-E5c1YzGoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A6Q_kix7hu4/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-E5c1YzGoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A6Q_kix7hu4/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179484213982993026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of a highly nutritious breakfast of blueberry bagels and Nutella - vastly happy children with hazelnut chocolate all over their faces!  It is a apparently a very satisfying meal!    I think whoever thought of this delectable delight should be very wealthy.  He/she gave me two happy toddlers for ten minutes while I  checked my email!  Wahoo!  Though, I must admit, it is very messy, and I will have to do a quick clean up in a few minutes.  Oh well,  I prefer  to  feign ignorance to the mess.   Ignorance can be bliss...                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-E5tVYzGpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zSM2e_b0-Uo/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-E5tVYzGpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zSM2e_b0-Uo/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179484497450834578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-1194619868286036892?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1194619868286036892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=1194619868286036892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1194619868286036892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1194619868286036892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/nutella.html' title='NUTELLA'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R-E5c1YzGoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A6Q_kix7hu4/s72-c/DSC_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-5037209914215562834</id><published>2008-03-18T08:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:16:11.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9_RLVYzGmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JKdhFowgpjU/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9_RLVYzGmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JKdhFowgpjU/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179088089149282914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Saturday was my birthday, and had the potential to be kind of a sad day with Adam gone. But, I had some very dear friends who made it just the opposite!  I was really quite overwhelmed!  The weekend before, JD and Dionne Causse called to tell me not to make plans for my birthday, and to let me know that my kids would be cared for all day.  That morning as I was getting ready for Stake Women's conference, a dear friend, Kristen Weaver stopped by with a gift bag containing a book and some smelly goodies (ie. lotions, etc.).  She has really been such a sweetheart, constantly instigating friendship!  I have really grown to love her.  Then, I dropped my kids off at the Causses, and JD watched all five kids along with his own four while I went to the conference, where Dionne and I met up.  After the conference, she and I went to lunch at La Baguette.  Then she gave me a visa gift card from several of my wonderful friends in the ward.  I don't know who all of you are, but THANK YOU!  It was very unexpected!  I was able to get a sweater and a pair of shoes with it!  Needless to say is was quite a bit of money!  I was totally shocked!  While we were gone, Tami came over to my house and did some cleaning and left me a sweet gift bag filled with lots of stuff: a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoga Journal&lt;/span&gt; subscription, some foot cream, candy and a few other little things.  Thanks Tami!  You mean the world to me!  I took a picture a bunch of my goodies, but I left one thing out.  I am listening to it now.  It was a CD from the Bishop and his wife Linda called the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spirit of America&lt;/span&gt;, and it is beautiful!  Well, after all the gift giving, a bunch of my friends gathered at Dionne's house and had a little surprise birthday party for me.  We talked and laughed and had a great time!  I forgot to take a picture before everyone left.  This was only about half the people who came.  Sorry to all you other beautiful ladies who were there.  You certainly would have added to our picture, as you added to our night!  I have to say, I never realized I was so loved.  Either that, or this ward is just really nice.   Maybe it's a bit of both, but on a day when I could have felt really down, I felt overcome with friendship and love!  That is the greatest gift anyone could have given.   Just being thought of.  Thank you all so much!  You made my day!  Love you all!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9_ar1YzGnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Qa67I6FdHIU/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179098543099681394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-5037209914215562834?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5037209914215562834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=5037209914215562834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5037209914215562834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5037209914215562834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9_RLVYzGmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JKdhFowgpjU/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-4084499902238870913</id><published>2008-03-14T16:52:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:15:30.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Title of Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9siNlYzGkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/feq-bDqUo-A/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9siNlYzGkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/feq-bDqUo-A/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177769813362285122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam sent our family a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Title of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;" for Christmas.  He sent with it this letter.  It really made me cry.  When you read it, I am sure you will understand why.  So yesterday I was able to finally get it framed.  I am so excited to get it up on the wall!  When I picked it up, the lady at the frame store said, "I have to tell you that I have been reading that all day, and it has made me cry.  I have been filled with gratitude for you and your family, and for what you are all doing for us.  So, thank you."  It was touching.  What are we giving right now?  We are sacrificing our time as a family.  It has been very difficult, don't get me wrong, but we have been richly blessed as well.  Today I saw a little family whose husband/father was in a wheelchair, and I was pretty sure he was a veteran.  (After a while, you can just tell.)  And I saw this strong man barely be able to help his wife get her baby front pack on, and I thought, "they are the ones who sacrifice."  They give their all, again and again.  I feel the sacrifice we make as a family very acutely some days, but I thank my Heavenly Father that my husband is safe, and I know that we are watched over.  My dad prays every night that Guardian Angels will be with Adam always, and I know that prayer is answered.  I am thankful for our liberties in this country, and wish others had this blessing.  God Bless America, and those who protect her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9siW1YzGlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sEdIw_xoAQw/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9siW1YzGlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sEdIw_xoAQw/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177769972276075090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-4084499902238870913?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4084499902238870913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=4084499902238870913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4084499902238870913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4084499902238870913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/title-of-liberty.html' title='Title of Liberty'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9siNlYzGkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/feq-bDqUo-A/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-5253624445824065916</id><published>2008-03-12T09:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:33:23.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling My Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nyc-plus.com/nycp1/toes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nyc-plus.com/nycp1/toes.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you who don't know this, I am taking a contemporary dance class.  The students are all pre-professional level ballet dancers, and did I mention, almost half my age.  Anyway, I love my class!  It is so much fun to be dancing again.  But yesterday we did a very quick warm-up, (quick warm-ups - ok for dancers in their prime, not so much for me) and were off and leaping across the room, rolling across our backs, coming up to our knees, and doing it all again, and again, and again.  Let's just say, that while I normally feel very comfortable in this class, yesterday was not my day.  My knees were screaming at me, my back was saying "why?" and my skin on my big toe cracked open.  Every part of me was saying, "quit, while you're ahead.  You can still leave with some dignity."  But of course, I stayed, and of course, I will go back.  All for the love of the art! They say a dancer's shelf life is short.  I am probably nearing my expiration date, but I will fight that every step of the way!  I love the expression of music through movement, and the feeling I get when I know I am "on."  That is why I struggle through on those days I am "off."  So, even though I felt every day of my age, and then some last night, I will be back at it next week, and the next, and the next.  Vive la danse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-5253624445824065916?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5253624445824065916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=5253624445824065916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5253624445824065916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5253624445824065916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-my-age.html' title='Feeling My Age'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-2450000261307428713</id><published>2008-03-12T08:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:22:56.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an interesting day.  In the morning, I had these monstrosities placed on my teeth, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rubber Bands!!! &lt;/span&gt;(dramatic music, please.)  Anyway, this is not a picture of my teeth, but it may as well be.  I also had a bigger, badder wire put in. Yuck!  This morning I woke up with a very sore jaw, having been held together all night with my new rubber bands.  When I took them off to changed them, my jaw felt spring loaded...but tired, so it kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boinged&lt;/span&gt; open, but at a slightly geriatric pace.  Anyway, these things in general kinda make me feel thirteen again, and to complete the scenario, I woke up with a painful zit above my left eye.  Shouldn't this have all been over and done with adolescence?  I think I'll go back to bed...oh wait, I have children, never mind!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brittondds.com/BRACES5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.brittondds.com/BRACES5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-2450000261307428713?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2450000261307428713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=2450000261307428713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2450000261307428713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2450000261307428713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/young-again.html' title='Young Again'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-2650170749001789655</id><published>2008-03-11T15:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:52:31.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9b63FYzGeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5-8B5UBmGTc/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9b63FYzGeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5-8B5UBmGTc/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176600645954902498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I hate to say that my birthday is coming up, for fear of sounding presumptuous.  I say it only because Adam sent me my birthday gift yesterday, early, and I wanted to share with you, because it is pretty neat.  He bought me this handmade Persian rug for our bedroom.  It was unexpected, and really beautiful!  I love it!  It represents well, as Adam put it, "what we are going through right now."  It will always remind us of our time apart, and hopefully help us appreciate being together.  Thanks Honey!  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9b9K1YzGhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GSvaZUEFpIM/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9b9K1YzGhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GSvaZUEFpIM/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176603184280574482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9b63FYzGeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5-8B5UBmGTc/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-2650170749001789655?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2650170749001789655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=2650170749001789655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2650170749001789655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2650170749001789655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday Present'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9b63FYzGeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5-8B5UBmGTc/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-587079768092361305</id><published>2008-03-10T09:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:38:48.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9VXGlYzGZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7xVTqM9rEI8/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9VXGlYzGZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7xVTqM9rEI8/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176139117359208850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so since I can't grow flowers right now, I am taking pictures of store bought ones.  I guess I have spring fever!  But now I have decided that I need to get into photography.  Last summer I took some fun pictures of flowers, and recently framed them for my bathroom.  It was really neat to see my own pictures on the wall.  Though they are very amateurish, I still love them.  I think I love anything that I can grow.  And flowers are one of my favorite things in the world!  They just make me happy.  So, the two things I want to photograph well, and grow well, for that matter:  1.  My family  2.  Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you all posted on my progress, and maybe someday I will get one of those fancy-shmancy, very expensive telephoto lenses for super close-ups.  That would be so cool!  I wonder if it would help me in growing my bananas as well?  Hmmm...doubt it.  I think we're on our own there.  Well, until next time, dreaming of spring!  Take some pictures for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9VjT1YzGcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xP63HKdQ4WI/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9VjT1YzGcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xP63HKdQ4WI/s320/DSC_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176152539132008898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-587079768092361305?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/587079768092361305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=587079768092361305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/587079768092361305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/587079768092361305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9VXGlYzGZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7xVTqM9rEI8/s72-c/DSC_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-2865249479772341523</id><published>2008-03-09T22:01:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:51:35.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Girly Girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TGD1YzGWI/AAAAAAAAADo/kWy5sA8ukyA/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TGD1YzGWI/AAAAAAAAADo/kWy5sA8ukyA/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175979640928541026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I was pregnant with baby number 5 two and a half years ago, I had almost given up hope of ever having a girl.  I figured I was a mom of boys, and really didn't know what I would do with a girl anyway.  I liked the fact that boys played rough and tumble, but rarely needed me to play with them to have fun.  They were pretty self-sufficient in that way, and I liked that.    Our house was swimming in testosterone by fall 2005 with a manly husband, four manly boys, and even a manly dog named Max.  I was highly outnumbered, but I accepted my fate!  Gone were the hopes of pink blankets and bows and dolls.  They were replaced with soccer practice and Bionicles (a kind of Lego).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9S7mVYzGKI/AAAAAAAAACI/hCtr_NpPdDc/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9S7mVYzGKI/AAAAAAAAACI/hCtr_NpPdDc/s320/DSC01095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175968139006122146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we had "THE" ultrasound.  The one where they would say "it's a boy!"   The sonographer said, "do you want to know what it is?"  I laid there, excited to see this new little child, but not expecting anything either way really - hey, I've done this before, when she said, "It's a girl!"  I had waited to hear those words, and awaited the flood of emotions I would surely experience, when instead I started to giggle uncontrollably.  The poor sonographer wasn't sure what to say or do, but she hadn't been told every time that is was a boy four times in a row, and it was  the most natural reaction, in the moment.  So, five months later, we received a beautiful baby girl, and we named her Sarah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TAslYzGMI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHz4KgknIpM/s1600-h/DSC02384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TAslYzGMI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHz4KgknIpM/s320/DSC02384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175973743938443458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, here we are twenty months later, and our male dominated world has been turned on it's ear.  (We even have a girl dog.)  Sarah is a "girly girl!"  She loves shoes, and hair and make-up, dolls, and talking on the phone.  She is also highly dramatic, and can be quite the Drama Queen, but we'll save that topic for another day.  Tonight I was lucky to grab some "girly" shots, so here ya go!  Bask in the bubble-gum pinkness of little girlhood.  We sure do!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TFiVYzGVI/AAAAAAAAADg/nKBC94oheBM/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TFiVYzGVI/AAAAAAAAADg/nKBC94oheBM/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175979065402923346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TH4FYzGXI/AAAAAAAAADw/7s4lrLS7DFE/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TH4FYzGXI/AAAAAAAAADw/7s4lrLS7DFE/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175981638088333682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TJY1YzGYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u6sX3tPluZU/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TJY1YzGYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u6sX3tPluZU/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175983300240677250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TFiVYzGVI/AAAAAAAAADg/nKBC94oheBM/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-2865249479772341523?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2865249479772341523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=2865249479772341523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2865249479772341523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/2865249479772341523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/girly-girl.html' title='The &quot;Girly Girl&quot;'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9TGD1YzGWI/AAAAAAAAADo/kWy5sA8ukyA/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-4454159660501113616</id><published>2008-03-09T18:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:58:25.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9SBT1YzGJI/AAAAAAAAACA/Eq5qchBVWQQ/s1600-h/DSC03533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9SBT1YzGJI/AAAAAAAAACA/Eq5qchBVWQQ/s320/DSC03533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175904049504131218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my sweetheart, doing what else, fly-fishing in Iraq!  Some of you may have already seen this picture, but I got such a kick out of it, I had to post it.  The elusive prey in this case was Koi - that 's  essentially a fancy goldfish, which he caught out of the retention pond on base.   According to Wikipedia, "a homophone of koi means "love, affection" and koi are therefore symbols of love and friendship."  Adam was certainly feelin' the love, as these little guys were happily biting  at his homemade flies.  As you can see, he thought this was as funny as I did, as he held his mighty 4 inch conquest in the bright sun of Iraq.  Keep fishing honey!  It always helped you keep your sanity before, and I am sure it will help you though the next 8 1/2 months!  Love and happy fishing everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-4454159660501113616?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4454159660501113616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=4454159660501113616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4454159660501113616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/4454159660501113616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/mighty-hunter.html' title='The Mighty Hunter'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9SBT1YzGJI/AAAAAAAAACA/Eq5qchBVWQQ/s72-c/DSC03533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-8153883728382634852</id><published>2008-03-08T16:27:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:14:48.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9MhrVYzGDI/AAAAAAAAABc/Rw_V2j0-mU0/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9MhrVYzGDI/AAAAAAAAABc/Rw_V2j0-mU0/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175517425138079794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pinewood Derby time!  Wahoo!  Actually, to be truthful, I was really not looking forward to this, and almost didn't do it when the date got moved forward a week.  But of course, Sam really wanted to do it, and so this morning, we took our old car from last year (which came in second to last place) and "we" (ie. "I") sanded down and totally reshaped and remodeled it.  We went to the church with little to no expectation for our car, "The Vapor," but with first race our little car quickly "smoked" the competition!  I guess the name was appropriate.   Well, heat after heat "The Vapor"  kept winning!  It was crazy!  In the end, Sam won 1st Place in the Bear den, and 2nd Place overall in the pack!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9MppFYzGFI/AAAAAAAAABo/DuCXb5dFuxI/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9MppFYzGFI/AAAAAAAAABo/DuCXb5dFuxI/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175526182576396370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am officially, the Pinewood Derby Queen!  Sam thought it was pretty cool since he didn't have a dad at home, and his mom made a winning car!  The Bishop told me to look out, because at next year's derby Adam will expect me to make the car!  Maybe it wasn't such a good thing to do so well - haha!  Anyway, all in all, it was a really great time.  Sarah was Sam's biggest fan!  She stood on a chair with Sam while the cars raced and yelled, "Go guys!"  Everyone cheered, and we all had a lot of fun, though we sure missed our dad!  Well, chalk one up for the home team!  Go Bananas!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9Mr4VYzGII/AAAAAAAAAB4/-TSGlQvKvKk/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9Mr4VYzGII/AAAAAAAAAB4/-TSGlQvKvKk/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175528643592657026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-8153883728382634852?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8153883728382634852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=8153883728382634852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8153883728382634852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/8153883728382634852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/pinewood-derby.html' title='Pinewood Derby'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R9MhrVYzGDI/AAAAAAAAABc/Rw_V2j0-mU0/s72-c/DSC_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-5473804817759794441</id><published>2008-03-03T16:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:38:59.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bananas in Fine Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R81l-VQfOBI/AAAAAAAAABU/JZPNDFOzFoc/s1600-h/DSC_0009_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R81l-VQfOBI/AAAAAAAAABU/JZPNDFOzFoc/s320/DSC_0009_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173903668451162130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken Halloween night 2007.  It shows how crazy, and yet adorable my bananas can be!  Their Daddy Banana was sad to have missed such a "fun" night!  No, really, it was fun, just a bit chaotic, as most of my life is - especially lately.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I go to the store with littlest bananas, people look at me with a cross between admiration and sympathy, as they say, "wow, you must have your hands full!"  I used to reply nicely, that yes, life is busy.  Now, when I only have the two, I say, "Oh, this is a break for me.  I have three more at home!"  You can just see the shock and awe in their faces.  Maybe that is why I say it - shock value, and maybe I just take every opportunity to vent a little, or maybe a little of both.  Recently, however, I have been reminded of how blessed Adam and I are! Despite the hard times, we have seen the hand of the Lord in our lives with many things, not least of which, our bunch of bananas! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, to all you ladies and gentlemen out there who see me in the store, and wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what I was thinking&lt;/span&gt;, I say, I don't know, but my existence is a sweet, if somewhat muddled one, and I wouldn't change it for anything!&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/3603076881701018912-5473804817759794441?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5473804817759794441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=5473804817759794441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5473804817759794441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/5473804817759794441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-picture-was-taken-halloween-night.html' title='The Bananas in Fine Form'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/R81l-VQfOBI/AAAAAAAAABU/JZPNDFOzFoc/s72-c/DSC_0009_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603076881701018912.post-1132077540849702354</id><published>2008-03-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:30:51.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the Blog</title><content type='html'>Today, I started thinking that I need to chronicle what's going on in my life right now, as well as some of the memories of recent years that have had no voice.  Currently, as most of you know, Adam is deployed to Iraq.  He has been there for six months, and will be home in about nine months.  It has been very long.  And there are days when I think I will lose my mind, that I will go "bananas."  Then I pick myself up, and move forward and the next time my bunch of bananas (Jens-11, Sam-9, Peter-7, Tommy-3, and Sarah-19 months)  start to show signs of rot, I try to have the presence of mind to make banana pancakes.  The results are usually delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603076881701018912-1132077540849702354?l=bananasanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1132077540849702354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603076881701018912&amp;postID=1132077540849702354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1132077540849702354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603076881701018912/posts/default/1132077540849702354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananasanyone.blogspot.com/2008/03/starting-blog.html' title='Starting the Blog'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137608239412087099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyFx9sNU8M/SKWPWJbTvFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/W2mnz-ur6IU/S220/DSC_0068_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
