<?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-284200388212834305</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:43:41.029-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Rachel and Elizabeth'/><title type='text'>The Life and Times.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-169708846560980118</id><published>2009-11-11T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:56:42.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball and Back Flips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtLWytYdpI/AAAAAAAABZc/zvUC-r49Dzo/s1600-h/DSCF0349%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a visit this weekend from Ken’s sister, Cindy, her husband, also Ken, and boys Christian, Jensen, Conner and Jack.  The 2 oldest are right around Rachel and Elizabeth’s ages, Conner is Tyler’s age and Jack is 3.  What a blast!  It was so much fun to spend the day with them on Saturday.  They arrived Friday night and left early Sunday morning.  Christian and Jensen are both really good skateboarders, so we went to our local small skate park here in Clinton and hung out for a while.  Tyler and Conner kicked the soccer ball around and missed the skater’s faces by inches!  Jack loved the dirt mounds with a dump truck and Adam wanted to be like the big boys, but hurt himself as he slid down one of the ramps. Adam had a bit of a tough weekend because there really wasn’t a cousin his age, he falls in the middle, and the big kids didn’t want him tagging along, and he didn’t like the 3-year old messing with his stuff!!  Poooooorrrr Adam.  He did better later in the evening when Ken let him pick out a Redbox movie and watch it alone!&lt;br /&gt;Then home for lunch and a trip to another park—basketball, play structure and tennis courts.  I think all of us adults took a nap at some time during the day.  We watched football, played cards and the kids played in the backyard.  Elizabeth loved to challenge Jensen—in EVERYTHING—basketball, flips, soccer and air hockey. &lt;br /&gt;I think they played Ninja too, but who knows who prevailed there.  Of course, Jensen whipped her at everything and she had to quiet her mouth! &lt;br /&gt;Rachel was gone during the day at a debate tournament.  At which she took 2nd place in her category of Foreign Extemporaneous.  Her first placement at a tournament.  Yea Rachel!  When she came home, we had dinner and the older kids played night games outside until it got too dang cold to stay out there.  They’re coming from Austin, Texas where they’re used to 100 degree+ days all summer long.  I hope they used all our blankets at night!  That night, we rented 3 DVD’s and everyone watched their movies all over the house, and ate Rachel’s famous yummy popcorn.  It’s nice to have computers that play DVD’s now.  I have to also say that when we played cards, I emerged the victor.  I have to brag a little because Ken wins the game we played, 99% of the time!  A series of lucky cards handed me the win!  We also got a chance to talk to Ken’s brother, Brad who lives in Newport, OR.  He called and we put him on speaker phone. That was really nice for us all.&lt;br /&gt;The last time we saw Cindy and her family was about 4 years ago at a family reunion in Logan.  Everyone’s changed and grown so much.  They are now moving back to Portland and all the family except for us will be in Oregon again.  I must confess to a little nostalgia and jealousy that we won’t be there with them, or in California with my whole family.  My one brother who currently lives in Texas, will most likely be moving back to California with his family as well.  It’s hard to be away, but so great when we get to see each other.  My kids just absolutely love all their cousins.  Even though we don’t see them much, they consider them among their best friends.  Maybe someday we’ll be closer.  I just hope it’s not when they’re all grown.  In the meantime, I love it when any of our siblings and grandparents come to visit, or when we get to go there.  We will relish in the memories and connections that are formed at these times.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402995032902366866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtLWytYdpI/AAAAAAAABZc/zvUC-r49Dzo/s320/DSCF0349%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ken and Cindy, so happy togeeetthhher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtLWK0SyOI/AAAAAAAABZU/yypmI9OGCX8/s1600-h/DSCF0335%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402995022193936610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtLWK0SyOI/AAAAAAAABZU/yypmI9OGCX8/s320/DSCF0335%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tyler and Jack forever with the Legos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtImW82IsI/AAAAAAAABZM/4zIPit-KVLg/s1600-h/DSCF0337%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402992001794056898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtImW82IsI/AAAAAAAABZM/4zIPit-KVLg/s320/DSCF0337%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More Legos, only now they've made their way onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                   our bed!  Conner is such a cute kid! They all are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtIl6wvDGI/AAAAAAAABZE/3r1oz_nqi1c/s1600-h/DSCF0345%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402991994227068002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtIl6wvDGI/AAAAAAAABZE/3r1oz_nqi1c/s320/DSCF0345%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the few pictures we got of Christian (15) smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                       He and Jensen are great teenagers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtIlvkmXAI/AAAAAAAABY8/jum2gB7Extk/s1600-h/DSCF0334%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402991991223376898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtIlvkmXAI/AAAAAAAABY8/jum2gB7Extk/s320/DSCF0334%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ken assuming his normal position of late, sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                        Jo-Jo the cat wanted to join him.  There's something about Ken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                      pets and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; babies LOVE him!  They're very comfortable with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtIlDbsAYI/AAAAAAAABY0/DXUJVU3WMmw/s1600-h/DSCF0341%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402991979374838146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtIlDbsAYI/AAAAAAAABY0/DXUJVU3WMmw/s320/DSCF0341%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, preparing early for dinner for 12!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tank and Rocky II are "helping"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it looks like I'm pregnant in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picture, but I'm not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402991972461337906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtIkprYXTI/AAAAAAAABYs/-VUunso2jMM/s320/100_3469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rachel, Christian, Elizabeth, Jensen (13), Conner (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and little Jack (3) who didn't want to have anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to do with a shirt when he got out of the bathtub!&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/284200388212834305-169708846560980118?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/169708846560980118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/11/basketball-and-back-flips.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/169708846560980118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/169708846560980118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/11/basketball-and-back-flips.html' title='Basketball and Back Flips'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvtLWytYdpI/AAAAAAAABZc/zvUC-r49Dzo/s72-c/DSCF0349%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-6478090310014829183</id><published>2009-11-03T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:37:24.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween Pumpkin Costume Carving Candy Week</title><content type='html'>Ho&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBU2sBpnBI/AAAAAAAABYk/1gweVptpnHY/s1600-h/DSCF0297%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;w this happened, I’ll never know, but Ken and I ended up at home together with no kids on Halloween night!!  Rachel worked at a youth council Halloween party for kids and Adam went with her, Elizabeth spent the holiday with her friend from school, Marcie, in South Weber, and Tyler was invited to a haunted house and trick-or-treating with his friend, Zach and his family in Syracuse.  Since it was really cold here, Ken and I didn’t mind at all staying inside a warm house and delivering treats to the neighborhood kids.  Well, I cannot tell a lie…Ken did the doorbell duty this year.  What a guy!  My favorite pumpkin is Tyler’s with the Bogart/Durante-looking smile.  Ken helped him with that one and it turned out great!  None of us is a master-carver, so they are all kid-done.  Adam gladly stuck his hand inside them all to pull out the gunk and seeds, a job Elizabeth wouldn’t have done in a million years.  Thank heavens for little boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam’s “story” of the day:  Jana called this morning and asked if he got a lot of candy for Halloween.  He responded by saying that he didn’t because he was working on a science project and his mom didn’t let him go out until 10:00 p.m.  And by that time there was only one person who opened the door, but he got a king-sized candy bar.  Hmmmmm…..an 8-year old out at&lt;br /&gt;10 p.m.  Sounds a little fishy to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tyler’s funny misunderstanding:  On the way to church:  Tyler:  Mom, what day was I born on?&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  What day do you think you were born on?  Tyler:  I don’t know at all mom! &lt;br /&gt;Mom:  Well, what day is your birthday?  Tyler:  May 22nd……(thoughtfully)  Ohhhhhh, is your birthday the day you were born on???  (Lightbulb seemingly goes off in head).  The things you think your kids “get”….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Family Home Evening Quote: Dad: “Tyler, how do you know the church is true?” Tyler: “Because it said so in True to the Faith”.  So much for feelings in our heart and mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler was in charge of the lesson and he wanted to give it on revelation—He had opened his scriptures up to the Doctrine and Covenants where we’re reading as a family and saw the word “revelation” in most of the chapter headings! So I got out True to the Faith and he read over that section with Ken, Rachel and me and Ken helped him put a lesson together in his words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBU2DJpkCI/AAAAAAAABYc/8Pc54ptTESU/s1600-h/DSCF0310%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399909240752672802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBU2DJpkCI/AAAAAAAABYc/8Pc54ptTESU/s320/DSCF0310%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not too bad for Wal-Mart pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUiEbmHQI/AAAAAAAABYU/sEbUwRAPTdw/s1600-h/DSCF0318%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399908897498995970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUiEbmHQI/AAAAAAAABYU/sEbUwRAPTdw/s320/DSCF0318%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean?  Isn't this one cool?  I think&lt;br /&gt;Tyler must've had Kool-Aid for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUhmgE26I/AAAAAAAABYM/dAnNfYFSKSw/s1600-h/DSCF0314%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399908889464724386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUhmgE26I/AAAAAAAABYM/dAnNfYFSKSw/s320/DSCF0314%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam decided he wanted to "fling" his pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeds all over the floor, so he got clean-up duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUhcJ0PtI/AAAAAAAABYE/qll9Za1kZUA/s1600-h/DSCF0311%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399908886687006418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUhcJ0PtI/AAAAAAAABYE/qll9Za1kZUA/s320/DSCF0311%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll scoop them out, but not touch them&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUgUf8q-I/AAAAAAAABX8/hZ8yZ1wlqic/s1600-h/DSCF0323%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399908867452480482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUgUf8q-I/AAAAAAAABX8/hZ8yZ1wlqic/s320/DSCF0323%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel, always wanting to use some sort of "prop"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUfitdEWI/AAAAAAAABX0/jofFGb_7GnU/s1600-h/DSCF0312%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399908854087356770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBUfitdEWI/AAAAAAAABX0/jofFGb_7GnU/s320/DSCF0312%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaks for itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTaBIOs9I/AAAAAAAABXs/9pM4f8vzWZo/s1600-h/DSCF0322%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907659661882322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTaBIOs9I/AAAAAAAABXs/9pM4f8vzWZo/s320/DSCF0322%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTZmwMEEI/AAAAAAAABXk/1yPfTcBtELk/s1600-h/DSCF0299%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907652581724226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTZmwMEEI/AAAAAAAABXk/1yPfTcBtELk/s320/DSCF0299%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Straight out of the 60's. I think my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom may have had a similar outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTZTt25bI/AAAAAAAABXc/nDfnkGkArO8/s1600-h/DSCF0329%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907647471674802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTZTt25bI/AAAAAAAABXc/nDfnkGkArO8/s320/DSCF0329%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel has wanted to be a Disney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;villain forever, but she got too big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for kid costumes but not big enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for adult costumes!  When we found this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maleficent one from Sleeping Beauty, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we grabbed it. She wore it to 2 parties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trick-or-treating with Adam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTY8ebcWI/AAAAAAAABXU/sYTpB8FC7X4/s1600-h/DSCF0324%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907641232945506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTY8ebcWI/AAAAAAAABXU/sYTpB8FC7X4/s320/DSCF0324%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too bad that car beside him isn't a Batmobile!  More&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a kid-taxi-mobile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTYsJkDJI/AAAAAAAABXM/U-jt0asofHw/s1600-h/DSCF0331%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907636850461842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBTYsJkDJI/AAAAAAAABXM/U-jt0asofHw/s320/DSCF0331%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He actually doesn't need to do much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to look like Harry Potter.  He wouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me spray his hair black because it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made such a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284200388212834305-6478090310014829183?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/6478090310014829183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-pumpkin-costume-carving-candy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/6478090310014829183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/6478090310014829183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-pumpkin-costume-carving-candy.html' title='Halloween Pumpkin Costume Carving Candy Week'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SvBU2DJpkCI/AAAAAAAABYc/8Pc54ptTESU/s72-c/DSCF0310%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-7054650650854667102</id><published>2009-11-01T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:44:10.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Little Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I seem to have a typical 8-year old boy on my hands these days.  You know the one...wants to make everyone laugh, loves silly jokes and riddles, torments his older sister, torments his younger brother, doesn't want to have anything to do with chores or homework, would sooner get Pokemon cards than eat, THAT one.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam is all that and more.  His latest foray into wanting to make people laugh, is telling these stories that are unequivocally untrue!  As we've talked about this behavior, and I explain to him that he is really lying, not telling a "funny story".  He doesn't want to accept that, so he continues.  Now, the funny thing is that he doesn't do this at home.  He only does it with other adults who he is with or who ask him questions.  With a straight face, no indication that he's not the most truthful child, he spews out a complete untruth.  The only way I know about it is that the adults ask me about what he's said and I have to keep from laughing all the time.  He does this about once a week.  I wish I would have recorded all his "stories".  This week, he was in carpool with my friend, Sara, and he told her that our whole family was going to Kentucky for Christmas!  Now, we know absolutely no one in Kentucky.  How he pulled that one from his little hat, I have no idea.  She e-mailed me, thinking he was totally serious, asking if we were going there for Christmas!  The things he comes up with are not malicious in any way, just completely out of the blue.  Very random.  On Friday night, we were all at a friend's Halloween party and one of her family members approached me and said, "I didn't know that Adam was allergic to sugar."  I rolled my eyes...another not-so-sweet little untruth.   Because he's so serious when he says these things, they are taken as truth.  What to do?...what to do?... I'm sure he'll outgrow this and head into the next "boy" stage.  I wonder what that one is?  Belching, yelling out in class, farting,  arguing, forgetting to change his underwear for who knows how long, going to bed in his clothes, breaking things and not 'fessing up, sweetly hugging his mother when no one's looking, sitting down at all times of the day to play a new piano piece he's just learned, getting good grades because even when it looks like he's not listening, he really is, bearing his testimony in church--EVERY Fast Sunday, being excited about being a new Cub Scout, and just generally being a good addition to our family.  Oh, wait, he's already there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are blessed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam's latest joke--Sunday morning, 10:40 a.m.  Adam: "Mom, how does a fish say fifty?"  Mom: "blub blub?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam: "No, 'Fish-ty!'"  Mom: "That's a good one, Adam."  Adam: "I know, I just made it up myself."  Mom: (In her mind) "Reeeeaaalllyyy, I never would have guessed."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284200388212834305-7054650650854667102?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/7054650650854667102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-little-lies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/7054650650854667102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/7054650650854667102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-little-lies.html' title='Sweet Little Lies'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-2703699631877994031</id><published>2009-10-30T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:27:08.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Budweiser Bru-ha-ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you are reading just based on that title!  I just had to tell a funny story, that afterwards gave me a good laugh.  On Tuesday morning, as I was driving out of my neighborhood, there was a huge, bright blue Budweiser beer box in the middle of the road.  I had seen it for a couple of days, and finally decided to stop my car, pick it up and get it into my garbage can since the garbage was being taken that day anyway.  So I threw it in the back of my Explorer and headed on my way to the store.  Needless to say, I completely forgot about it, UNTIL I showed up at the junior high to pick up Rachel and the debaters who needed a ride to their tournament in Kaysville.  I threw open the back, so 2 kids could climb into our jump seat back there and the HUGE Bud box stared up at us!  The 2 girls who were back there with me, got very wide-eyed!  Here I am in conservative Utah!  I started laughing and told them the story, but I don't think they believed me.  I mean this box was probably one that held 24 cans at least.  It was hard to miss!  Rachel came back to see what we were laughing at and her face turned bright red!  I explained to her and she said, "Uhhhh, mom, there's a garbage dumpster over there, how about if I throw it away?!  It was odd to see my little church-dressed daughter hauling the Bud box to the dumpster.  Hmmmmm, I wonder how many junior high rumors THAT little episode started??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284200388212834305-2703699631877994031?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/2703699631877994031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/budweiser-bru-ha-ha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/2703699631877994031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/2703699631877994031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/budweiser-bru-ha-ha.html' title='Budweiser Bru-ha-ha'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-7925565320246997266</id><published>2009-10-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:16:48.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Harmony--AHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SutIFQWZ8JI/AAAAAAAABXE/8LS5XGUG3pY/s1600-h/DSCF0307%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;They did it! They got better! Well, almost all the way. But at least they're back in school. Just in time to have a teacher development day today. It's funny because I dread the end of summer when we give up leisurely days, no schedules, days at the pool, having fun together and sleeping in. But once they go back, we all get used to routine, calendaring and knowing where we need to be and when. Trying to combine the 2 doesn't work. Oh well, it is what it is, right? Elizabeth and I had a nice day Tuesday. I was craving scones and hot chocolate for breakfast, so I got some with honey butter and we really enjoyed our breakfast as you can see. One on one time with your kids--priceless... Then she proceeded to go back to sleep until about 2 p.m.! When she woke up, she had energy, was happy, and worked the rest of the night on make-up schoolwork. It was amazing. She had a blessing on Monday night from Ken and our friend, John, so I'm sure that expedited her recovery. Thank you for all your concern about the sickies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I don't know why this all ended up underlined--blog operator failure!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487833459159186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SutIFQWZ8JI/AAAAAAAABXE/8LS5XGUG3pY/s320/DSCF0307%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pure Yumminess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SutIEi-CYXI/AAAAAAAABW8/mui4B7I4m1A/s1600-h/DSCF0309%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487821277356402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SutIEi-CYXI/AAAAAAAABW8/mui4B7I4m1A/s320/DSCF0309%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Technically" the first snow of the season. Looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like powdered sugar to me! &lt;/span&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/284200388212834305-7925565320246997266?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/7925565320246997266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/mother-harmony-ahhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/7925565320246997266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/7925565320246997266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/mother-harmony-ahhhhhh.html' title='Mother Harmony--AHHHHHH!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SutIFQWZ8JI/AAAAAAAABXE/8LS5XGUG3pY/s72-c/DSCF0307%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-6065938626175809983</id><published>2009-10-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:55:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I'm having a bad mom day. It's almost 6 p.m. and it just seems to be getting worse. The kids have been home from school now, at least 2 at a time for over a week. I feel like one of those nurses in an old black and white movie--no smile, grumpy face, but with messy hair and food and bodily-fluid filled clothing instead of a nice starched hat and white uniform. I'm trying to maintain compassion, but they're basically not contagious anymore, but don't feel up to going to school. Stomachaches and bad, hacking, sound-like-you're-dying coughs. I just can't do it (send them to school). Needless to say, the mountains of homework and prospects of make-up tests are piling up. It is totally stressing me out. Elizabeth is supposed to be working on things here, but she dawdles endlessly, fiddles with her pencil or hair for hours on end it seems and is not making much progress. The end of the term is this week, or I wouldn't care so much. She claims she can do absolutely no algebra until Ken gets home, and has been rolling her eyes at me, mimicking me and generally being disagreeable since last Wednesday. I thought Adam was well enough to go to church yesterday, when I got a tap on the shoulder in Sunday School and I went into the hallway. When he saw me, he started crying because he didn't feel good. I felt like a real great mom in that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to start subbing in my local school district here, and they've called me every day in the past week, but...you guessed it...MY KIDS ARE SICK!! I know...this too shall pass. Then Tyler came home from school--his first day back in a week. The papers he brought home are innumerable. Who knew they did so much in 1st grade??!! It's not about shapes and letter sounds anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very hardest thing to handle about 4 kids. They all want you at the same time. Rachel wants to share all her comments from the debate judges--and of course, as a 14 year old, wants my absolute undivided attention for this; Elizabeth can't get her computer document to cut and paste where she wants it to, Adam is bored out of his mind and has been bugging me to play a game with him, and Tyler--well, you can already guess...with the mountain of first-grade paperwork! ALL AT ONCE! In between all of this, I continually hear I'M HUNGRY! This after numerous meals and snacks. I thought you had stomachaches?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a member of a produce co-op. Every 2 weeks we get fresh produce delivered to us in a laundry basket we take to the leader with a check. Although I enjoy this feature of my life, when that basket sits on my counter, full of stuff, begging to be washed, organized and somehow SQUEEZED into my too-small fridge (did my fridge shrink as my kids grew?), I start to hyperventilate a little. Oh darn, I forgot to let them know I positively don't need apples or lettuce! How much lettuce can one family eat? And our apple tree is taking over our house, yard, car and garage! But because I didn't think that through very well, we now have even more. I literally find I am cleaning my fridge out twice a month these days. I don't know about you, but I don't like that household job. In fact, Adam and Tyler do it for me when we do big cleaning once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing about the kids being sick. We believe in a division of labor around here. Mom doesn't make all the mess, so mom doesn't clean up all the mess. But when the majority of the family is out of commission, but home more, there's more mess and less "division" of labor. The "mom shoulders" are becoming weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided it would be best to have great big salads for dinner tonight--remember the lettuce? which I feel 100% sure the kids won't touch. So as I'm cutting, slicing and dicing, Rachel sets the table and I ask her if she would like to make some grape juice. We have fresh grape juice from grapes grown in our yard. Now, I, myself don't care for grape juice, but the rest of my family loves it, so I bottle it every year. So, I decide it would be nice to have it for dinner tonight. Rachel goes to open the jar, takes off the sealed lid, and SPRAYS grape juice all over herself, the food, me and the rest of the kitchen. She freaks out, knowing that grape juice stains, and runs downstairs to take care of her precious grape-juice stained clothes. Leaving me, you got it, on my hands and knees, wiping up grape juice. I, on the other hand, don't care much about grape-juice stained clothes, and am still wearing them...Oh well, it's better than what else is on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, right before I started writing this, (for therapy), I happily remembered that I had an avocado in the fridge. If there's one thing that makes a salad for dinner palatable, it's avocado. I cut it open excitedly only to find the majority of it is ROTTEN!! Gray and smooshy. YUCK!! I think I nearly started to cry--over an AVOCADO! It really is time for this day to end. I think I'll go to a movie tonight, I need to get out--as you can read! Oh yeah, it's Monday night. I guess we'll be watching a DVD for Family Night! (maybe if I put it on during dinner, I'll still have time to slip out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many positives about my life, but right now I can't bring them to the surface, I'm sure things will look up tomorrow--especially if all my kids are back in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NEXT DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I'm feeling much better today. One more kid back in school--Adam. I didn't end up going to the movies after all. We watched "The Mountain of the Lord" again for FHE about the building of the Salt Lake Temple, and it was a good reminder for me of what real sacrifice is. 40 years to build that temple at much cost of life, limb and health. And that coming AFTER the saints had already lost so much in their old homes in Missouri, Ohio and Illinois and traversed many horrible conditions across the plains just to arrive in the DESERT of all places. I'm sure I would have been one of those who was pushing to build the kingdom in San Francisco!! I am a more grateful mom today! I have my children around me and although sickness sets in at times, at least I don't worry every day about losing my family to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284200388212834305-6065938626175809983?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/6065938626175809983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/mother-mayhem.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/6065938626175809983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/6065938626175809983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/mother-mayhem.html' title='Mother Mayhem'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-3144307801726368706</id><published>2009-10-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:07:41.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it?!  Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, so I know these are a lot of posts. I'm new to blogging and will get the timing better next time, but this is the first chance I've gotten to sit down at the computer and figure this out. Sorry for the extensive reading! The mad blogger has arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rachel is, for all intents and purposes, pretty much a homebody. I, on the other hand, am not! Well, at least I wasn't until more recently. but certainly not as a teenager! She loves to hang out here with us and her siblings. She's patient with them and helpful at home. I've been worried about her being more social for forever! But it's just not her personality. I finally accepted it when she was about 11. She definitely takes after Ken that way. And I really love and appreciate that about her. The place she generally feels most comfortable is in the athletic realm. She's played soccer since she was 3 and is very good and loves it. (I'll post family soccer pictures next), she has taken up distance running and is very fast and has a lot of stamina, she loves 5K's. She identifies with the young women program in our church mostly through the sports program-bball, vball and indoor soccer. She tried out for her jr. high bball team, never even having played before and made it her 8th grade year, and her very favorite pasttime is playing football with the boys! She plays the piano in seminary and just played a beautiful arrangement of "O My Father" in sacrament meeting last Sunday. She's very smart and does very well in school. HOWEVER, as you can see, the following pictures are not of sports, or music, or school or family, at all. Her junior high school added a &lt;em&gt;debate&lt;/em&gt; class for her 8th grade year. She took it as an elective and was hooked! Last night she competed in her first debate tournament as a novice 9th grader and came home about as giddy and excited as I've ever seen her. She LOVED it. She's the only one in the class who wants to compete in the extemporaneous category. Basically stating her researched opinion about national current events. Her assignments were to argue in favor or in disagreement with 1. Google's digital library. 2. Whether or not the media has too much power, and 3. Something I can't remember! In the future, she will be competing in a foreign extemp. category, discussing political issues relating to foreign policy and happenings. (Jr. high speech with Mr. Odom, anyone?) I told Ken this morning that of all the time, money and energy we put into other things with the kids, the best thing we did with Rachel was teach her to write and give her own primary talks at age 5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMMyBM2U6I/AAAAAAAABWc/aSmQe3df_d4/s1600-h/100_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396170831975306146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMMyBM2U6I/AAAAAAAABWc/aSmQe3df_d4/s320/100_1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were 6 that competed from Sunset Jr. High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knows where the gorilla came from?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMMxmNAggI/AAAAAAAABWU/NYnTuOK_fGI/s1600-h/100_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396170824728216066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMMxmNAggI/AAAAAAAABWU/NYnTuOK_fGI/s320/100_1410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bus ride home, havin' a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMMxdWkWkI/AAAAAAAABWM/j1cbvdL2pKg/s1600-h/100_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396170822352394818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMMxdWkWkI/AAAAAAAABWM/j1cbvdL2pKg/s320/100_1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel goes nowhere without a blanket. She's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cold, just attached! Her baby one is in shreds in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a box downstairs and she looks at it longingly still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284200388212834305-3144307801726368706?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/3144307801726368706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it-really.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/3144307801726368706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/3144307801726368706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it-really.html' title='This is it?!  Really?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMMyBM2U6I/AAAAAAAABWc/aSmQe3df_d4/s72-c/100_1389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-7347994102960111539</id><published>2009-10-23T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:07:05.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H1-N1 ATTACKS HALF THE FAMILY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's pretty bad when 3 of 6 family members are down. Tyler has been home from school all week, Adam and Elizabeth, for 3 days. I've never seen children sleep so much in my life! Poor things. Thank heavens for Children's Advil, Tylenol, Dimetapp and cough medicine. We are all very concerned about make-up schoolwork, especially one certain class, as you can see! The 7th grader's hanging on by a thread as it is...and that's with a built-in-math-whiz-dad-tutor! It's a nasty virus, I hope none of you catch this stuff. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396165824148927282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMIOhl_8zI/AAAAAAAABWE/5saoqXYmwMk/s320/DSCF0293%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt; The worst part is the cough and fever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tyler's little body can hardly handle the hacking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMIOV54Z3I/AAAAAAAABV8/LCwM7sp1Hyg/s1600-h/DSCF0292%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396165821011093362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMIOV54Z3I/AAAAAAAABV8/LCwM7sp1Hyg/s320/DSCF0292%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My usual fireball Adam has been taken out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396165812414759858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMIN14Ww7I/AAAAAAAABV0/QZY8NfC5txE/s320/DSCF0295%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;Elizabeth was more comfortable on the downstairs&lt;br /&gt;couch covered in numerous blankets than in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMINm7EtWI/AAAAAAAABVs/lqp8-Gya3V0/s1600-h/DSCF0296%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396165808399627618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMINm7EtWI/AAAAAAAABVs/lqp8-Gya3V0/s320/DSCF0296%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't we all remember 7th grade algebra?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Ritter anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/284200388212834305-7347994102960111539?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/7347994102960111539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/h1-n1-attacks-half-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/7347994102960111539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/7347994102960111539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/h1-n1-attacks-half-family.html' title='H1-N1 ATTACKS HALF THE FAMILY!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMIOhl_8zI/AAAAAAAABWE/5saoqXYmwMk/s72-c/DSCF0293%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-972548172308933680</id><published>2009-10-23T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:05:59.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jana and I go way back to our sophomore year in college at BYU. We met Melanie when we moved to Salem, OR in 1991. We are still a huge part of each other's lives. In fact, Rachel wrote an English essay yesterday that named Jana as her best friend. They are truly aunts to our children and sisters to me and Ken, and we don't know what we'd do without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They live in a house just west of Salt Lake. Recently, they have both quit their jobs, motivated by some external circumstances, but mostly by spiritual promptings. And they've started businesses of their own. Jana is an amazing photographer and has been since I've known her, so she is finally doing what she loves. Log on to her website to see her work. It's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;janawalkerphotography.smugmug.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You will not be disappointed. And Melanie is by far the best baker and candy-maker in the world! She doesn't have a website yet, but if you're here in Utah and want great treats for a party, she's your woman! I'll hook you up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend, they held an open house to introduce their products. Rachel, Elizabeth and I helped out. We had a blast and they made a lot of great contacts. GO GIRLS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMDY2_j5GI/AAAAAAAABVk/xBXb9asz6aU/s1600-h/DSCF0285%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396160504133837922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMDY2_j5GI/AAAAAAAABVk/xBXb9asz6aU/s320/DSCF0285%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel and Melanie getting things ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMDYrvN4kI/AAAAAAAABVc/0d1CvjXW_kc/s1600-h/DSCF0282%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396160501112496706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMDYrvN4kI/AAAAAAAABVc/0d1CvjXW_kc/s320/DSCF0282%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of Melanie's treats were packaged and&lt;br /&gt;displayed so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMDYGU-HSI/AAAAAAAABVU/K1k2SmwZ8ak/s1600-h/DSCF0287%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396160491070299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMDYGU-HSI/AAAAAAAABVU/K1k2SmwZ8ak/s320/DSCF0287%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls were relegated (happily!) to the laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;room counter to disperse hundreds of sample goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can tell who the affectionate one is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCzT8DmlI/AAAAAAAABVM/z7pdu7HfzHs/s1600-h/DSCF0286%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396159859068738130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCzT8DmlI/AAAAAAAABVM/z7pdu7HfzHs/s320/DSCF0286%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elizabeth says, "Mom, just let me get back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work!" She was very serious about this "job".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCy2o9A8I/AAAAAAAABVE/NzMuJYrc-uE/s1600-h/DSCF0274%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396159851203986370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCy2o9A8I/AAAAAAAABVE/NzMuJYrc-uE/s320/DSCF0274%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big sellers! Apples dipped in homemade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caramel--it's addicting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCyYEniwI/AAAAAAAABU8/GE19A6kJEXg/s1600-h/DSCF0273%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396159842998520578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCyYEniwI/AAAAAAAABU8/GE19A6kJEXg/s320/DSCF0273%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie, hard at work doing last minute touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCyCExImI/AAAAAAAABU0/LedZ_B7a1cA/s1600-h/DSCF0276%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396159837093569122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCyCExImI/AAAAAAAABU0/LedZ_B7a1cA/s320/DSCF0276%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jana's pictures were displayed outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful fall day, not a cloud in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCxqKBw8I/AAAAAAAABUs/N_91mGezz-Y/s1600-h/DSCF0275%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396159830673179586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMCxqKBw8I/AAAAAAAABUs/N_91mGezz-Y/s320/DSCF0275%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jana and her mom and Barbara's cousin, Randy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284200388212834305-972548172308933680?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/972548172308933680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/business-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/972548172308933680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/972548172308933680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/business-bash.html' title='Business Bash'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuMDY2_j5GI/AAAAAAAABVk/xBXb9asz6aU/s72-c/DSCF0285%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-2826424247734298461</id><published>2009-10-23T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:02:36.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth Comes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beth and I fly back and forth from Oregon to Utah and vice versa twice a year. We even have a duffle bag that fills up with "extras" acquired on our trips that sees both states frequently! We had great talks, visited fabulous restaurants (well, fabulous by Northern Utah standards anyway...), saw some amazing amateur soccer games (all played by athletes with the same last name ironically!), met up with some members of Beth's family here in Utah, and shopped. It's a wonderful time for me to just relax, do some things I want to that I don't get a chance to do, and "re-fill my bucket". It's better than visiting any resort anywhere. To have a close friend that you would trust with your life, as well as crack up laughing with, is a rare thing indeed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7kRQmmeI/AAAAAAAABUk/oViQ0OrdNes/s1600-h/DSCF0265%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395940797837646306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7kRQmmeI/AAAAAAAABUk/oViQ0OrdNes/s320/DSCF0265%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to Beth, the blog is done! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7kEcCX6I/AAAAAAAABUc/q8zEzth3f68/s1600-h/DSCF0267%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395940794395942818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7kEcCX6I/AAAAAAAABUc/q8zEzth3f68/s320/DSCF0267%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Ruby River--YUMMM!!  We really couldn't resist!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It really is perfection, and the girls in the picture aren't so bad either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7jgmMiQI/AAAAAAAABUU/oQqA9z0gR_4/s1600-h/DSCF0269%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395940784774875394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7jgmMiQI/AAAAAAAABUU/oQqA9z0gR_4/s320/DSCF0269%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We met up with Jill, Beths' sister-in-law and look-alike twin! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7jeq2XUI/AAAAAAAABUM/RgsIgKPKS_g/s1600-h/DSCF0270%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395940784257523010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7jeq2XUI/AAAAAAAABUM/RgsIgKPKS_g/s320/DSCF0270%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alas, another trip come and gone--Bye Beth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe it won't be as windy in Portland as it is here!&lt;/p&gt;(Note the black duffle bag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284200388212834305-2826424247734298461?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/2826424247734298461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/beth-comes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/2826424247734298461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/2826424247734298461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/beth-comes.html' title='Beth Comes!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/SuI7kRQmmeI/AAAAAAAABUk/oViQ0OrdNes/s72-c/DSCF0265%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-2936224054460431787</id><published>2009-10-16T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:34:20.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Funerals and Fuzzy Eyes</title><content type='html'>We had a very tragic situation happen in our ward this week.  A woman of about 67 or 68, died unexpectedly due to a medical error after a minor surgery.  She left a developmentally disabled son in his 30's who lived with her, as well as 5 other grown children, their spouses and about 17 or 18 grandchildren.  Several things about her and her funeral services struck me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, about 4 or 5 months ago, our stake organized what they call a "stake tract". This is when ward leaders team up and go for one hour to visit less-active members with the intent to express love, invite them back to church and attempt to resolve any concerns they may have.  Whenever I participate in these, I find that I mostly listen.  I am not technically part of this group right now, as I am the Ward Activities Committee Chairperson. I sit on the ward council, but do not have stewardship over any particular age or gender group in the ward.  However, I participated on that night because my daughter Rachel had been invited to go as a leader in her Beehive Class, so I wanted to be there with her and help where I could.  As it turned out, my friend Sara and I were asked to visit this woman, who, unbeknownst to us, would lose her mortal life not a few months hence.  We had a really nice visit with her.  Not necessarily a social visit, but a heartfelt one, bearing testimony, asking questions and letting her know how much she was missed.  We left feeling very good and felt that she appreciated the visit.  She did not come to church in the months following, but I know that she felt the spirit that night.  As we're doing our callings to the very best of our ability, we never know at what point we come into people's lives.  What difference we can have, or when the Lord is sending us into a situation for a particular purpose.  It is up to me to seek the help of the Holy Ghost always and go about doing good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral services were held yesterday at our church building.  The family wanted only family and very close friends to be there.  I got a call at 10 p.m. the night before asking if I would play the piano for the services.  I was nervous because they didn't yet know the songs.  So I practiced what funeral hymns I could find and prayed for help.  When I got there, they had chosen 3 different songs!  Again I prayed....blessedly they were songs I could get through without any practice!  (When I took the girls that morning to school, I told them about my assignment and told them to be prepared that when you play the piano, these "opportunities" come.  I told them to just learn all the songs in the hymnbook so they wouldn't have to worry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad I was behind the piano during the service, because, despite the fact that I didn't know this woman very well, I found my eyes welling up with tears often as I listened to her family speak about her.  NOT a good thing when you're trying to read printed music notes! &lt;br /&gt;This woman above all loved and served her family.  Many of the grown children shared childhood memories and gratitude for what she did as well, as a grandma, for their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my mind wandering to ponder what are the memories my children will share of me at my funeral someday?  Of course, you start to feel a little guilty that they might not remember playing with and splattering mud, or having food fights, because that wasn't (isn't!) me as a mother!  They might not remember the stuffed animals I collected, because I didn't. They might not remember playing at the river because we don't.  They might not remember my silly personality, because generally I don't have that personality.  But then, I began to hope and pray that they will remember the unique things about me, things I am trying to do now to leave a legacy of love, fun, service and testimony.  Are there things I need to change?  Are there memories I want to make with and for my kids while I have them with me for such a short time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bustling of life, I want to remember every day that time is short; how short, we truly do not know.  I want to never let my husband or kids leave my sight without telling them how much I love them.  I want to be a light to all those around me.  I want to continually improve, repent and change as I need to.  There's nothing like the ending of a life to make the important things very clear to our hearts and minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284200388212834305-2936224054460431787?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/2936224054460431787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-funerals-and-fuzzy-eyes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/2936224054460431787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/2936224054460431787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-funerals-and-fuzzy-eyes.html' title='On Funerals and Fuzzy Eyes'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284200388212834305.post-6586085208395143046</id><published>2009-10-11T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:43:19.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel and Elizabeth'/><title type='text'>The Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The girls showed us all up by running in a 5k at their school on Friday--run from drugs! (Red Ribbon Week). Rachel (9th Grade) came in 3rd place after her best friend Megan (with Rachel) of all the girls in 7th-9th grade. And she even had a sprained ankle! She was hoping to win, but will have to do it next year. But she improved her time from this summer. Elizabeth (7th Grade) also had a sprained limb--knee and wore a brace, but didn't walk at all, she ran the whole time and crossed the finish line like a trouper in the top 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKRynsFVsI/AAAAAAAABT0/25Je_8XKXes/s1600-h/100_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391532002749273794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKRynsFVsI/AAAAAAAABT0/25Je_8XKXes/s320/100_1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top 2 Girls!! Go Rachel and Megan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKQitSWVQI/AAAAAAAABTs/9Fo_FaXZx-o/s1600-h/DSCF0258%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391530629862413570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKQitSWVQI/AAAAAAAABTs/9Fo_FaXZx-o/s320/DSCF0258%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elizabeth getting to the end. ("I think I'm gonna throw up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKQByXuJ9I/AAAAAAAABTk/uZ6nFYoMy78/s1600-h/100_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391530064291440594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKQByXuJ9I/AAAAAAAABTk/uZ6nFYoMy78/s320/100_3313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Almost the same height??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKPw4dp_KI/AAAAAAAABTc/2wVTpR5hi9Y/s1600-h/DSCF0260%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391529773869169826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKPw4dp_KI/AAAAAAAABTc/2wVTpR5hi9Y/s320/DSCF0260%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does it look like I ran with them? hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKPeHkU8dI/AAAAAAAABTU/Gx4sQQOPRUY/s1600-h/DSCF0257%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391529451506168274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKPeHkU8dI/AAAAAAAABTU/Gx4sQQOPRUY/s320/DSCF0257%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhhhhh, Jamba Juice hits the spot. (But don't take my picture anymore!)&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/284200388212834305-6586085208395143046?l=k-great.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/feeds/6586085208395143046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-race.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/6586085208395143046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284200388212834305/posts/default/6586085208395143046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-great.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-race.html' title='The Amazing Race'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399955618285217679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StJ_vYbAfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/XaJ56xbxGBo/S220/100_2231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9HnHmp0G4o/StKRynsFVsI/AAAAAAAABT0/25Je_8XKXes/s72-c/100_1228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
