<?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-3745167851535604445</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:46:47.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be mary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8344581919270587061</id><published>2009-02-14T09:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:00:18.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy love day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SZb3lcxh63I/AAAAAAAABig/Suo8xLJP59I/s1600-h/mexico+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302697834026494834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SZb3lcxh63I/AAAAAAAABig/Suo8xLJP59I/s400/mexico+355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clint and I found this so cool shell on the beach at Mexico when we were taking a walk at sunset. How sweet is that! Our own love shell. I took it as a sign of our true love. (Thanks, of course, to our friends who stayed back at the beach house cooking dinner and playing with the kids--but that's another story. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8344581919270587061?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8344581919270587061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8344581919270587061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8344581919270587061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8344581919270587061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-love-day.html' title='happy love day'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SZb3lcxh63I/AAAAAAAABig/Suo8xLJP59I/s72-c/mexico+355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-863069094234972083</id><published>2009-02-08T18:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:36:01.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning hailstorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SY-HmrAz1SI/AAAAAAAABiQ/2N1y3bogHA0/s1600-h/halestorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300604384889263394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SY-HmrAz1SI/AAAAAAAABiQ/2N1y3bogHA0/s400/halestorm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing in the hail was a perfect way to start our Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SY-Ha8JrWBI/AAAAAAAABiI/_EuClhcwEkY/s1600-h/duchess+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300604183331428370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SY-Ha8JrWBI/AAAAAAAABiI/_EuClhcwEkY/s400/duchess+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just don't ask why we need a baggie full of hail in our freezer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-863069094234972083?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/863069094234972083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=863069094234972083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/863069094234972083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/863069094234972083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-morning-hailstorm.html' title='sunday morning hailstorm'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SY-HmrAz1SI/AAAAAAAABiQ/2N1y3bogHA0/s72-c/halestorm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4884385367814955693</id><published>2009-02-07T10:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:12:06.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SY2_v_eK_XI/AAAAAAAABhY/HLcjArKk7Bw/s1600-h/mexico+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300103167697681778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SY2_v_eK_XI/AAAAAAAABhY/HLcjArKk7Bw/s400/mexico+256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I wish I was spending the weekend. Instead of holed up in my office working. Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-4884385367814955693?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4884385367814955693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4884385367814955693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4884385367814955693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4884385367814955693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-wishes.html' title='weekend wishes'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SY2_v_eK_XI/AAAAAAAABhY/HLcjArKk7Bw/s72-c/mexico+256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2943948423006241834</id><published>2009-01-30T10:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:38:57.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>draper temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SYM6RAqzv6I/AAAAAAAABhM/QNGBipRr20g/s1600-h/draper+final+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297141650629574562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SYM6RAqzv6I/AAAAAAAABhM/QNGBipRr20g/s400/draper+final+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been working on some projects this week that I've had on my plate from before the holidays. This is one of them. I love how it turned out. After staring at it for two days now, I'm thinking of throwing the kids in the car and driving the 11 hour drive (each way!) over an upcoming weekend to attend the open house. Am I crazy to even be considering this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2943948423006241834?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2943948423006241834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2943948423006241834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2943948423006241834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2943948423006241834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/draper-temple.html' title='draper temple'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SYM6RAqzv6I/AAAAAAAABhM/QNGBipRr20g/s72-c/draper+final+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7040883238041808742</id><published>2009-01-17T12:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:20:17.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my amazing thing for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SXIvOgeFUdI/AAAAAAAABds/oNVuJ5fD9Eg/s1600-h/sunny+day+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292344438394540498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SXIvOgeFUdI/AAAAAAAABds/oNVuJ5fD9Eg/s400/sunny+day+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Have you seen this countdown of &lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/the-top-1000/"&gt;1000 awesome things &lt;/a&gt;yet? Not only is it very entertaining and fun to read but it's a great reminder that it's usually the simple things that are the most amazing. My amazing thing for today is desert living. January (and February and March, for that matter) are amazing in Arizona. The high is supposed to hit 76 today. Perfect. I snapped this picture of Maddie and her friends out riding their bikes in the sun. Amazing day.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;I considered writing about how amazing it is that the AZ Cardinals are one game away from the Super Bowl--but I don't want to jinx anything...)&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/3745167851535604445-7040883238041808742?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7040883238041808742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7040883238041808742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7040883238041808742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7040883238041808742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-amazing-thing-for-today.html' title='my amazing thing for today'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SXIvOgeFUdI/AAAAAAAABds/oNVuJ5fD9Eg/s72-c/sunny+day+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5943248971985995757</id><published>2009-01-13T17:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:58:22.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empty mailbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SW04LrDdcoI/AAAAAAAABcU/yQTeekSlTts/s1600-h/ma_09feb_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290946910417154690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SW04LrDdcoI/AAAAAAAABcU/yQTeekSlTts/s400/ma_09feb_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;First &lt;em&gt;Blueprint&lt;/em&gt; stopped publication. I still miss reading it. Over the holidays I heard that &lt;em&gt;Cottage Living&lt;/em&gt; went defunct and then today I read that &lt;em&gt;Home Companion&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Country Living&lt;/em&gt; have shut their doors. What? H0w can this be? I am now down to two monthly magazines to look forward to. Sigh. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the above image of the current &lt;a href="http://www.dominomag.com/magazine"&gt;Domino&lt;/a&gt; is for a certain freind of mine who has a little crush on a Zooey...)&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/3745167851535604445-5943248971985995757?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5943248971985995757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5943248971985995757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5943248971985995757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5943248971985995757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/empty-mailbox.html' title='empty mailbox'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SW04LrDdcoI/AAAAAAAABcU/yQTeekSlTts/s72-c/ma_09feb_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5734777550281165855</id><published>2009-01-09T14:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:54:28.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sumo love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWfF9DjimWI/AAAAAAAABac/0rIB4DvlmCY/s1600-h/sumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289413940087003490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWfF9DjimWI/AAAAAAAABac/0rIB4DvlmCY/s400/sumo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;What isn't great about sumo wrestlers? They are SUPPOSED to eat way too much and they get rewarded for gaining weight. And--this is the best part--they are proud to show their body off. I wish I had a baby to wear &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vt_related_1&amp;amp;listing_id=13750954"&gt;this onesie &lt;/a&gt;or, better yet, I wish it came in my size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5734777550281165855?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5734777550281165855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5734777550281165855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5734777550281165855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5734777550281165855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/sumo-love.html' title='sumo love'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWfF9DjimWI/AAAAAAAABac/0rIB4DvlmCY/s72-c/sumo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2737752466739287525</id><published>2009-01-08T10:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:17:40.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 in dog years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWYyTlEtvmI/AAAAAAAABaE/QCNakgeuxtE/s1600-h/aduchess+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288970124344016482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWYyTlEtvmI/AAAAAAAABaE/QCNakgeuxtE/s400/aduchess+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promise I'm not one of those crazy dog people but we did throw a little party for our puppy on Tuesday. It was one of my new year's resolutions to say yes more often to my children and they (Maddie and Sam anyway) were begging. (It's her birthday, Mom!) So I caved and said we could make her a little doggie cake (recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.dog-treat-recipe-exchange.com/dog_birthday_cake_recipes.html#PBDelight"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and she LOVED it!). No decorations. No presents. Okay maybe a few doggie treats but absolutely not wrapped! No, not every puppy\dog in the neighborhood can attend. No, no friends--just our family. Okay, a few neighbor kids that couldn't resist the idea of puppy party can come (Maddie, as usual, announced it to pretty much her entire school). Happy birthday Duchess!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWYyLBSdygI/AAAAAAAABZ8/G7XYs72_94w/s1600-h/aduchess+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288969977299061250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWYyLBSdygI/AAAAAAAABZ8/G7XYs72_94w/s400/aduchess+006.jpg" 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/3745167851535604445-2737752466739287525?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2737752466739287525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2737752466739287525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2737752466739287525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2737752466739287525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/14-in-dog-years.html' title='14 in dog years'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWYyTlEtvmI/AAAAAAAABaE/QCNakgeuxtE/s72-c/aduchess+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1251873787660379433</id><published>2009-01-06T20:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:15:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of monograms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWQduIBn7KI/AAAAAAAABZ0/NG0ExetBwaE/s1600-h/monogramsgbpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288384540705287330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWQduIBn7KI/AAAAAAAABZ0/NG0ExetBwaE/s400/monogramsgbpage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much for my goal of simplifying...after reading &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2008/12/book-of-letters.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I now want to design my own monogram. Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1251873787660379433?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1251873787660379433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1251873787660379433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1251873787660379433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1251873787660379433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/speaking-of-monograms.html' title='speaking of monograms'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWQduIBn7KI/AAAAAAAABZ0/NG0ExetBwaE/s72-c/monogramsgbpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4193477101826835692</id><published>2009-01-06T08:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:59:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's better with an m on it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWN9wJTnZHI/AAAAAAAABZs/_vvrtVzmQRw/s1600-h/bowl+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288208653548479602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWN9wJTnZHI/AAAAAAAABZs/_vvrtVzmQRw/s400/bowl+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for monograms. My talented sister-in-law made this fantastic bowl for me for Christmas. It's the perfect size for a bag of clementines (which I'm all out of right now because they disappear like candy in our house...well, not exactly like candy...but very fast). I love it. Maybe she will write a tutorial on how to do it on her &lt;a href="http://www.excellentnotions.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-4193477101826835692?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4193477101826835692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4193477101826835692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4193477101826835692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4193477101826835692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/everythings-better-with-m-on-it.html' title='everything&apos;s better with an m on it'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWN9wJTnZHI/AAAAAAAABZs/_vvrtVzmQRw/s72-c/bowl+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1740913840128829986</id><published>2009-01-05T00:24:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:46:50.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where's a book club when you need one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWG5ME6BH7I/AAAAAAAABZk/DgcK15RJ70s/s1600-h/glass+castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287711054636326834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWG5ME6BH7I/AAAAAAAABZk/DgcK15RJ70s/s400/glass+castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Glass-Castle-Memoir-Alex-Awards/dp/0743247531"&gt;The Glass Castle &lt;/a&gt;today and was not able to put it down. And now I've finished it but I can't go to sleep because I keep thinking about it and I want to discuss it with somebody but it's 12:20 in the am and I have no one to talk to! So I'm blogging it. If you have not read this book, find yourself a copy and read it. Amazing and beautifully written memoir about a family who overcomes extraordinarily terrible circumstances. "Outrageous misfortune"--according to the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/03/13/books/review/013COVERPROSE.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt; review.  Just when you think things can't get worse, you turn the page and they do. If you've ever blamed your childhood for anything or felt sorry for yourself for what you had to "endure" (or know someone who has), read this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1740913840128829986?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1740913840128829986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1740913840128829986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1740913840128829986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1740913840128829986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/wheres-book-club-when-you-need-one.html' title='where&apos;s a book club when you need one'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SWG5ME6BH7I/AAAAAAAABZk/DgcK15RJ70s/s72-c/glass+castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3108584623055449288</id><published>2009-01-01T10:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:06:59.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few pics from our merry christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SV0D0ylUp4I/AAAAAAAABZU/BkTfuxpecjE/s1600-h/xmas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286385743069226882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SV0D0ylUp4I/AAAAAAAABZU/BkTfuxpecjE/s400/xmas+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our annual "pose in front of the tree in our new matching jammies on Christmas Eve" picture--which our kids only endure because they know the opening of one present each is up next. Finding matching jammies gets harder and harder each year as the kids get bigger. This year, I tried first for a reindeer theme for all of us, then added grinch and finally ended with simply  red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SV0DhKJ8k4I/AAAAAAAABZM/xB8DJQGs8PA/s1600-h/xmas+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286385405799469954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SV0DhKJ8k4I/AAAAAAAABZM/xB8DJQGs8PA/s400/xmas+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our annual "burst through the wrapping paper to see what Santa brought" picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SV0DQx3XZPI/AAAAAAAABZE/bUdbunKZ0as/s1600-h/xmas+merge+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286385124401177842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SV0DQx3XZPI/AAAAAAAABZE/bUdbunKZ0as/s400/xmas+merge+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess our children were on the good list this year. We only wish that we could have shared all the excitement and happiness of the day with all our friends and family.&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/3745167851535604445-3108584623055449288?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3108584623055449288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3108584623055449288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3108584623055449288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3108584623055449288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-pics-from-our-merry-christmas.html' title='a few pics from our merry christmas'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SV0D0ylUp4I/AAAAAAAABZU/BkTfuxpecjE/s72-c/xmas+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4527639076839809754</id><published>2008-12-23T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:06:00.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SVEnQN0OZxI/AAAAAAAABY8/iEZruMjanCQ/s1600-h/sugar+rim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283046997422401298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SVEnQN0OZxI/AAAAAAAABY8/iEZruMjanCQ/s400/sugar+rim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love &lt;a href="http://www.eddieross.com/eddie_ross/page/7/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; idea from Eddie Ross. And I think my kids will too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-4527639076839809754?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4527639076839809754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4527639076839809754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4527639076839809754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4527639076839809754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-idea.html' title='sweet idea'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SVEnQN0OZxI/AAAAAAAABY8/iEZruMjanCQ/s72-c/sugar+rim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2299311626056204651</id><published>2008-12-23T10:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:55:44.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never enough glitter and sparkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SVElB6xUB3I/AAAAAAAABY0/AzeateBNJxc/s1600-h/adecorations+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283044552768489330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SVElB6xUB3I/AAAAAAAABY0/AzeateBNJxc/s400/adecorations+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It used to be rather difficult to find silver and white glittered and sparkling ornaments for my tree (and a few antique gold crushed glass glitter because I love how it ages). I really had to look. Now they're everywhere and I am forced to be selective. I try (really, Clint!) to buy just a few each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SVEk4BIDueI/AAAAAAAABYs/y0IAYFAjD6g/s1600-h/adecorations+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283044382675810786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SVEk4BIDueI/AAAAAAAABYs/y0IAYFAjD6g/s400/adecorations+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This gorgeous snowflake is what I added this year--Caitlin brought me three of these beauties home from her trip to Gettysburg. Love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2299311626056204651?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2299311626056204651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2299311626056204651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2299311626056204651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2299311626056204651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-enough-glitter-and-sparkle.html' title='never enough glitter and sparkle'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SVElB6xUB3I/AAAAAAAABY0/AzeateBNJxc/s72-c/adecorations+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-142155467150641328</id><published>2008-12-20T16:33:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:18:40.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my holiday house</title><content type='html'>Every year I dread starting the whole decorating for Christmas project. It's huge (and just happens to unhappily coincide with my busiest time with my photography). Each year I promise myself not to do too much. Not to spend so much time. Not to buy any more stuff. (I make this last promise mostly for my very long-suffering husband.) And then every year I break these promises. I find something I just can't live without or a corner that needs a little something. Or a new idea that I must incorporate. Anyway, I had my fingers crossed when I made the promises--I can't help myself--I love having my house decorated for the holidays.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2GdGkp1fI/AAAAAAAABYk/HkJ1nwdeuTY/s1600-h/adecorations+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282025772514137586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2GdGkp1fI/AAAAAAAABYk/HkJ1nwdeuTY/s400/adecorations+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always wondered what to put on this fabulous tree until I saw &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/glitter-bird-centerpiece?autonomy_kw=glittered%20birds&amp;amp;rsc=header_2"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2GSyo4SKI/AAAAAAAABYc/v0YVWIXaUnA/s1600-h/adecorations+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282025595364460706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2GSyo4SKI/AAAAAAAABYc/v0YVWIXaUnA/s320/adecorations+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glittered birds! What could go better on a Christmas tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2GNRWwqRI/AAAAAAAABYU/B-jfUFzEr84/s1600-h/a+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282025500530747666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2GNRWwqRI/AAAAAAAABYU/B-jfUFzEr84/s400/a+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the right is my favorite tree: full of all my children's cute handmade decorations. I treasure these. On the left is a tree I put together when I decided that I needed more color and whimsy. My secret to having multiple trees: timers! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2Fo97mzmI/AAAAAAAABYM/ZXozIJHP5E4/s1600-h/adecorations+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282024876841291362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2Fo97mzmI/AAAAAAAABYM/ZXozIJHP5E4/s400/adecorations+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family will always believe in Santa--no matter how old my kids get. They know better than to ever ask me if Santa is real. Of course, he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2FcsLBEsI/AAAAAAAABYE/WaYNRPB_zOE/s1600-h/adecorations+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282024665915658946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2FcsLBEsI/AAAAAAAABYE/WaYNRPB_zOE/s400/adecorations+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ever-expanding collection of Santas. I love how different each one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2FSgHXdUI/AAAAAAAABX8/GEuezujmAv0/s1600-h/adecorations+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282024490880431426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2FSgHXdUI/AAAAAAAABX8/GEuezujmAv0/s400/adecorations+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My windows are draped with garlands--and words. Clint says our house is "closed captioned" at Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2E84AO8wI/AAAAAAAABX0/bjo46yEy6Qs/s1600-h/adecorations+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282024119335842562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2E84AO8wI/AAAAAAAABX0/bjo46yEy6Qs/s400/adecorations+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everybody should have a mantle to decorate--and this is mine. I'll post my main tree tomorrow. My husband is waiting on me for our weekly Saturday night date...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-142155467150641328?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/142155467150641328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=142155467150641328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/142155467150641328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/142155467150641328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-holiday-house.html' title='my holiday house'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SU2GdGkp1fI/AAAAAAAABYk/HkJ1nwdeuTY/s72-c/adecorations+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5463903908924147932</id><published>2008-12-11T10:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:55:12.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SUFRqHtlI3I/AAAAAAAABWw/-M_1Hql0LT4/s1600-h/italian+soda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590022321513330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SUFRqHtlI3I/AAAAAAAABWw/-M_1Hql0LT4/s320/italian+soda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't remember much from the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/1190970-ghost_town/"&gt;Ghost Town&lt;/a&gt;" except that I became completely obsessed with the glasses that Ricky Gervais' character kept drinking from--so perfectly tall and thin. I've wanted them ever since. Caitlin's dinner party gave me the perfect excuse to buy a set and I'm so glad I did. Only $1.99 at Cost Plus. For the party, we made Italian sodas which have become a family favorite (thanks, Jake, for introducing them to us!) and are perfect for a party. Great mixer for those who don't drink alcohol and so easy to make: 2 parts club soda, 1 part half and half and 1 part fruit syrup (I buy mine at Smart &amp;amp; Final). Top with whipped cream--from the can. Delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5463903908924147932?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5463903908924147932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5463903908924147932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5463903908924147932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5463903908924147932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-glass.html' title='the perfect glass'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SUFRqHtlI3I/AAAAAAAABWw/-M_1Hql0LT4/s72-c/italian+soda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1306235160622529076</id><published>2008-12-06T12:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:14:41.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner at our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STrZ6CHZ99I/AAAAAAAABUg/SuVfOREoR9g/s1600-h/winter+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769504441530322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STrZ6CHZ99I/AAAAAAAABUg/SuVfOREoR9g/s320/winter+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STrZrdZ8PII/AAAAAAAABUY/TbAekYE1w9A/s1600-h/placecards--b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769254068993154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STrZrdZ8PII/AAAAAAAABUY/TbAekYE1w9A/s320/placecards--b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STrReCAwZGI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Wyxx6ACdEhg/s1600-h/winter+formal+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760227284280418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STrReCAwZGI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Wyxx6ACdEhg/s400/winter+formal+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before their Winter Formal school dance last night, Caitlin, her date and 5 other couples had dinner at our house. Cait did a great job setting the tables--aren't the placecards so elegant? Our friends, Brent and Laura, catered the most delicious dinner and chaperoned (and served and cleaned up!) so Clint and I could run to our children's piano recital. Huge thanks to them--we owe you. The whole evening was lovely.&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/3745167851535604445-1306235160622529076?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1306235160622529076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1306235160622529076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1306235160622529076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1306235160622529076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-at-our-house.html' title='dinner at our house'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STrZ6CHZ99I/AAAAAAAABUg/SuVfOREoR9g/s72-c/winter+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5745549088958222460</id><published>2008-12-05T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:03:21.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maddie's favorite school day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STlefYTb6cI/AAAAAAAABUI/qNot869pV64/s1600-h/crazy+hair+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276352331634174402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STlefYTb6cI/AAAAAAAABUI/qNot869pV64/s400/crazy+hair+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How Maddie and her friends celebrated crazy hair day this morning. I guess the crazy extended to more than just the hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5745549088958222460?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5745549088958222460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5745549088958222460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5745549088958222460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5745549088958222460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/12/maddies-favorite-school-day.html' title='maddie&apos;s favorite school day'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STlefYTb6cI/AAAAAAAABUI/qNot869pV64/s72-c/crazy+hair+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8729654530577945999</id><published>2008-12-03T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:43:10.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the whole truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STdDdjO-9CI/AAAAAAAABTY/IwIjtngnKP4/s1600-h/gbreadhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275759663441179682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STdDdjO-9CI/AAAAAAAABTY/IwIjtngnKP4/s320/gbreadhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was talking to someone today who was complaining about blogs and the people who write them. She said things like they never really portray the truth and who would think their life was that interesting to publish it for everyone to see. I didn't try to argue with her--I wonder the same things sometimes. I was just glad that she didn't know about my little blog. And there was absolutely no way I was about to tell her. But I did want to put a little truth out there. This is a real picture of my kids--complete with crazy-just-out-of-the-shower hair and painted-on-moustaches. Bad lighting. Only a little photoshopping (I can't help myself!). Real kid-made graham cracker houses. This is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8729654530577945999?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8729654530577945999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8729654530577945999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8729654530577945999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8729654530577945999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/12/whole-truth.html' title='the whole truth'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STdDdjO-9CI/AAAAAAAABTY/IwIjtngnKP4/s72-c/gbreadhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4063831924581614694</id><published>2008-11-30T21:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:22:08.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STNkRK5gbRI/AAAAAAAABSo/WO37068nlRA/s1600-h/wowarcraft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274669834727091474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STNkRK5gbRI/AAAAAAAABSo/WO37068nlRA/s320/wowarcraft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past few months, Sam has been obsessed with an online game. It's usually not a bad thing because we have parental controls set and we've discovered that it's the &lt;strong&gt;ultimate &lt;/strong&gt;bribery tool for him. But lately he's been a little too obsessed and so we cut him off for a couple days. On Friday, Clint took him and Jake to play basketball--partly to show him that there are lots of other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Sam was 3/4 of the way down the court and said to Clint "If I make this shot, can I play online for three hours tonight?" Clint agreed, knowing that there was no way that he'd make the shot. Sam shot and made it. Seriously an impossible basket. Sam's answer: "I guess Jesus wants me to play on the computer." They were playing at our churchhouse after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-4063831924581614694?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4063831924581614694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4063831924581614694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4063831924581614694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4063831924581614694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-thought.html' title='sunday thought'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STNkRK5gbRI/AAAAAAAABSo/WO37068nlRA/s72-c/wowarcraft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4746378300758681857</id><published>2008-11-29T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:13:03.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>before picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STHoVuReSBI/AAAAAAAABSg/k1dl3A32qBM/s1600-h/boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274252098523777042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STHoVuReSBI/AAAAAAAABSg/k1dl3A32qBM/s320/boxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what comes before the most wonderful time of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-4746378300758681857?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4746378300758681857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4746378300758681857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4746378300758681857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4746378300758681857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-picture.html' title='before picture'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STHoVuReSBI/AAAAAAAABSg/k1dl3A32qBM/s72-c/boxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3261972219191264657</id><published>2008-11-29T09:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:26:09.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a pie for everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STFr3nxAQbI/AAAAAAAABSY/BoN3uB1O86U/s1600-h/pies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274115241939059122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STFr3nxAQbI/AAAAAAAABSY/BoN3uB1O86U/s320/pies+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope your Thanksgiving day was as nice as mine. Caitlin learned how to make pies at her church Young Women's group and made these cute and delicious mini-pies for each person. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3261972219191264657?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3261972219191264657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3261972219191264657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3261972219191264657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3261972219191264657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/pie-for-everyone.html' title='a pie for everyone'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/STFr3nxAQbI/AAAAAAAABSY/BoN3uB1O86U/s72-c/pies+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7142030507324008853</id><published>2008-11-26T10:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:56:15.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silver lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SS2MFalSF1I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Mv1fWn5htrM/s1600-h/cloudy+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273024763383650130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SS2MFalSF1I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Mv1fWn5htrM/s400/cloudy+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking over my last few posts, I can't help but come to the conclusion that I complain a lot. I shouldn't. I have so much to be thankful for. I just need to focus on that more. Today, I'm thankful for cloudy days. When we first moved to AZ, I couldn't understand why everyone here loved what I considered to be "bad" weather but after 15 years of sunny days I understand! Besides, cloudy days are the best for taking pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7142030507324008853?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7142030507324008853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7142030507324008853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7142030507324008853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7142030507324008853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/silver-lining.html' title='silver lining'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SS2MFalSF1I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Mv1fWn5htrM/s72-c/cloudy+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3572710002318000021</id><published>2008-11-25T13:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:49:06.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a pain in my backside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSxid1SebSI/AAAAAAAABRw/8ng1b_cJlaE/s1600-h/cactus+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272697528404307234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSxid1SebSI/AAAAAAAABRw/8ng1b_cJlaE/s400/cactus+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what kind of cactus this is but I do know that I don't like it. I also know that when I backed into it while I was trying to get the perfect angle at a photo shoot last night, hundreds of tiny (yet, surprisingly sharp and painful) spines stuck into my backside. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3572710002318000021?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3572710002318000021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3572710002318000021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3572710002318000021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3572710002318000021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/pain-in-my-backside.html' title='a pain in my backside'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSxid1SebSI/AAAAAAAABRw/8ng1b_cJlaE/s72-c/cactus+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5014068285480341380</id><published>2008-11-23T21:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:23:27.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>top five reasons I deserve rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSootrvLKqI/AAAAAAAABRo/J_fbEj6Xqi4/s1600-h/rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272071079090399906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSootrvLKqI/AAAAAAAABRo/J_fbEj6Xqi4/s400/rolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. My ankle still hurts. A little bit, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have four photo shoots this week plus shopping for and cooking the whole Thanksgiving Day dinner by myself. Well, me and Costco anyway.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tonight's photo shoot was less than ideal...busted windows, police line-ups, crazy lady trying to extort money from me. You get the idea. Luckily the family was great.&lt;br /&gt;2. I agreed with everybody that told me that today's Primary program was the best they had ever seen--and I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;1. I tried to make rolls once before. I even followed the same recipe. And my family was very sad. "What, these aren't Laura's rolls!?" "Yuck!" "These don't taste right." "Aren't  they supposed to be soft?" I guess when you've had the very best, nothing else will do.&lt;br /&gt;Do I get my rolls now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5014068285480341380?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5014068285480341380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5014068285480341380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5014068285480341380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5014068285480341380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-five-reasons-i-deserve-rolls.html' title='top five reasons I deserve rolls'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSootrvLKqI/AAAAAAAABRo/J_fbEj6Xqi4/s72-c/rolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1956946109483548972</id><published>2008-11-23T07:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:05:50.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give thanks for thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSlucxeapMI/AAAAAAAABRY/S1Fyc-vkAD0/s1600-h/pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271866279410181314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSlucxeapMI/AAAAAAAABRY/S1Fyc-vkAD0/s400/pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have totally forgotten about Thanksgiving, this post is not for &lt;a href="http://laurakrummenacher.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-what-we-did-this-morning.html"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;. If you have already hung your stockings, put up your Christmas tree, filled your jars with candy canes, you don't need to read any further. This is only intended for those that appreciate what a wonderful holiday Thanksgiving is, who like to remember the great sacrifice made for our country by the hardy Pilgrims and the helpful Indians, and still have pumpkins, fall leaves and other autumnal delights decorating their houses. I found these too cute pillows at Pottery Barn last week marked down from $30 to $20 (I couldn't find them on the website). I passed on them then, knowing they would go lower mostly because of so many people's general disregard for what is arguably our country's most important holiday. My friend found them yesterday for $14. Give thanks for sales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1956946109483548972?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1956946109483548972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1956946109483548972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1956946109483548972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1956946109483548972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-thanks-for-thanksgiving.html' title='give thanks for thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSlucxeapMI/AAAAAAAABRY/S1Fyc-vkAD0/s72-c/pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5940467159891922607</id><published>2008-11-19T09:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:45:56.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misery loves company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSRBOmdybCI/AAAAAAAABQQ/enbmMTm8VWY/s1600-h/ankle+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270409183029783586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSRBOmdybCI/AAAAAAAABQQ/enbmMTm8VWY/s320/ankle+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm immobile for the next little while and I'm not happy about it. I don't even have a good story to tell. I just tripped. In a driveway. When I was walking. And now I can't do anything but work at the computer. You know how everybody always talks about the good that comes from trials and the lessons we learn and the gratefulness and insight we gain? I would just rather be able to walk, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5940467159891922607?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5940467159891922607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5940467159891922607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5940467159891922607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5940467159891922607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/misery-loves-company.html' title='misery loves company'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SSRBOmdybCI/AAAAAAAABQQ/enbmMTm8VWY/s72-c/ankle+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8298244081712703385</id><published>2008-11-14T19:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:26:33.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SR4wbPDNWCI/AAAAAAAABQI/LqoYsB8Od78/s1600-h/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268701858524649506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SR4wbPDNWCI/AAAAAAAABQI/LqoYsB8Od78/s400/hello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been busily working this week. I'm in the middle of Christmas portrait season as well as orders for vinyl (I had no idea what I was getting into when I bought my little vinyl cutter) and supplying temples for Super Saturdays. So I've been trying as hard as I can to work and not procrastinate--thus, no blogging. So sorry. I did find time, however, to make myself this happy decal for my office door. After all, my office is where I live, according to Maddie anyway. I saw this idea &lt;a href="http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and you can buy your own cheerful greeting &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=17177231"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8298244081712703385?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8298244081712703385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8298244081712703385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8298244081712703385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8298244081712703385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SR4wbPDNWCI/AAAAAAAABQI/LqoYsB8Od78/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-553388363440305041</id><published>2008-11-09T16:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:28:13.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giving thanks for this banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRdxC6xAzYI/AAAAAAAABQA/OrvxSCZFAw4/s1600-h/banner+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266802584181591426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRdxC6xAzYI/AAAAAAAABQA/OrvxSCZFAw4/s400/banner+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few years ago I saw a banner similar to this in the Pottery Barn catalog. I didn't buy and have regretted it ever since. Until now. A friend sewed this one for me and I LOVE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-553388363440305041?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/553388363440305041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=553388363440305041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/553388363440305041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/553388363440305041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks-for-this-banner.html' title='giving thanks for this banner'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRdxC6xAzYI/AAAAAAAABQA/OrvxSCZFAw4/s72-c/banner+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5967190081472285009</id><published>2008-11-08T10:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:52:30.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiking peralta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRXPYapf0hI/AAAAAAAABP4/OYWPU7x8WMg/s1600-h/peralta+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266343357656846866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRXPYapf0hI/AAAAAAAABP4/OYWPU7x8WMg/s400/peralta+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clint took the day off yesterday to attend the Veteran's Day assembly at our kid's elementary school. In the afternoon, we decided to take advantage of the great weather and beautiful day by going on one of our favorite hikes: the Peralta trail in the Superstition Mountains. If my camera wasn't so dang heavy, I would have carried it up and taken pictures from the top. It was an absolutely beautiful view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5967190081472285009?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5967190081472285009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5967190081472285009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5967190081472285009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5967190081472285009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/hiking-peralta.html' title='hiking peralta'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRXPYapf0hI/AAAAAAAABP4/OYWPU7x8WMg/s72-c/peralta+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8930898096848686927</id><published>2008-11-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:57:48.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to back champs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRJrDoRHvAI/AAAAAAAABPw/GcZsL3cQH4s/s1600-h/fallball+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265388624442539010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRJrDoRHvAI/AAAAAAAABPw/GcZsL3cQH4s/s400/fallball+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake's fall baseball team won the district championship tonight--with Jake pitching a great game--and Clint couldn't be a prouder coach. After all the stress (and disappointment) of the last few days, it feels great to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8930898096848686927?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8930898096848686927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8930898096848686927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8930898096848686927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8930898096848686927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-back-champs.html' title='back to back champs'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRJrDoRHvAI/AAAAAAAABPw/GcZsL3cQH4s/s72-c/fallball+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3384176876381273523</id><published>2008-11-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:28:06.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peace on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/main.php?fl=1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264899990456315938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRCupY0bMCI/AAAAAAAABPo/izvNkUURIt0/s400/asset_upload_file35_9750.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Amy Butler's &lt;/a&gt;so cute house was featured in the new issue of &lt;a href="http://www.homecompanionmag.com/decorating/the_butlers_did_it.asp"&gt;Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Englebreit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--all decked out in happy, bright colors for Christmas. I love this print (and the bike with the stocking, too!) and I really love that the pattern's available for free on her &lt;a href="http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/pdfs/Card_Wooden_Signs.pdf"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. On this day, even more than usual, I think a little peace on earth would be very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3384176876381273523?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3384176876381273523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3384176876381273523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3384176876381273523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3384176876381273523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/11/peace-on-earth.html' title='peace on earth'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SRCupY0bMCI/AAAAAAAABPo/izvNkUURIt0/s72-c/asset_upload_file35_9750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5351596334387139160</id><published>2008-10-30T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:28:37.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>murder at our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SQnO0ff87OI/AAAAAAAABPg/qigc38VfGJk/s1600-h/fish+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262965040763170018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SQnO0ff87OI/AAAAAAAABPg/qigc38VfGJk/s400/fish+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie won three goldfish at a birthday party last week and was ecstatic. I was a little more worried than happy--our history with pets has not been spectacular, to say the least. But Charlene, Gracie and Kaddie became immediate beloved pets that Maddie lovingly fed, watched over and talked to. Until last night. I (very accidentally, might I add) dropped Gracie when I was changing the water. Maddie was devastated. There was a lot of screaming and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I noticed about 11 last night that Gracie didn't survive the fall, I drove to Wal-mart and replaced her. I didn't think I could face Maddie in the morning with a dead fish. But when I woke up this morning I discovered that the new Gracie had died, too. I fessed up to kids and we concluded that the new Gracie must have been killed by her bowl mates. In cold blood, naturally. They are fish. But apparently not nice fish. We have officially renamed them Wilkes and Booth after another murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, do not give us any more pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5351596334387139160?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5351596334387139160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5351596334387139160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5351596334387139160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5351596334387139160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/murder-at-our-house.html' title='murder at our house'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SQnO0ff87OI/AAAAAAAABPg/qigc38VfGJk/s72-c/fish+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8427435327062180725</id><published>2008-10-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:46:19.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the great compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SQC3Fycrg6I/AAAAAAAABOw/i-Q0mx2puRo/s1600-h/headboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260405674838033314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SQC3Fycrg6I/AAAAAAAABOw/i-Q0mx2puRo/s400/headboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been looking for a headboard for our bed for a long time. Clint likes traditional things (think huge, dark wood, 4-poster) and I lean towards nore modern (clean, light, upholstered). I found this &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/p7985/index.cfm?pkey=xsrd0m1%7C20%7C%7C%7C0%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7Cmontgomery%20headboard&amp;amp;cm%5Fsrc=SCH"&gt;headboard&lt;/a&gt; this morning and decided it was the perfect compromise. Voila! And I think Clint could even make it for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8427435327062180725?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8427435327062180725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8427435327062180725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8427435327062180725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8427435327062180725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-compromise.html' title='the great compromise'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SQC3Fycrg6I/AAAAAAAABOw/i-Q0mx2puRo/s72-c/headboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4293876317942161852</id><published>2008-10-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:36:25.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, brent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SP9sfD6winI/AAAAAAAABOo/_3YTZkG6P30/s1600-h/brent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260042170675530354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SP9sfD6winI/AAAAAAAABOo/_3YTZkG6P30/s400/brent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever I have a good story, Brent is my favorite person to tell--his reactions are the greatest. He's also one of the most genuinely funny people I know, especially after midnight. Happy 40th, Brent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-4293876317942161852?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4293876317942161852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4293876317942161852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4293876317942161852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4293876317942161852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-brent.html' title='happy birthday, brent'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SP9sfD6winI/AAAAAAAABOo/_3YTZkG6P30/s72-c/brent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2996630538429214101</id><published>2008-10-18T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:03:38.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPpOhq74TMI/AAAAAAAABOg/646ccO3sVYI/s1600-h/homecoming+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258601855276567746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPpOhq74TMI/AAAAAAAABOg/646ccO3sVYI/s400/homecoming+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every girl should be as lucky as Caitlin and get to go to her first big dance with her best guy friend of 5 years who also happens to be the starting quarterback of their HS football team and one of the nicest boys I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2996630538429214101?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2996630538429214101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2996630538429214101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2996630538429214101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2996630538429214101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-homecoming.html' title='first homecoming'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPpOhq74TMI/AAAAAAAABOg/646ccO3sVYI/s72-c/homecoming+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5405495970565004201</id><published>2008-10-17T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:29:28.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tin greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPjKf6nNo1I/AAAAAAAABOY/oUoq44rfbSw/s1600-h/tin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258175214613537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPjKf6nNo1I/AAAAAAAABOY/oUoq44rfbSw/s400/tin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of the projects I made at our little church crafts group and I love it. It looks great on the big wall outside my front door. Funny thing is that my husband did not know who the monogram was for. Uh...you and me, sweetie. Oh. So much thought on my part and nobody gets it. Sigh.&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/3745167851535604445-5405495970565004201?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5405495970565004201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5405495970565004201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5405495970565004201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5405495970565004201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/tin-greeting.html' title='tin greeting'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPjKf6nNo1I/AAAAAAAABOY/oUoq44rfbSw/s72-c/tin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-132563857537306010</id><published>2008-10-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:21:41.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if anyone finds my label maker, please let me know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPZez6fKeiI/AAAAAAAABOQ/x1r3NMh6Fgo/s1600-h/dymo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257493860967938594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPZez6fKeiI/AAAAAAAABOQ/x1r3NMh6Fgo/s400/dymo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was in the mood to label things today. Instead I spent the day looking for my label maker. Grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-132563857537306010?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/132563857537306010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=132563857537306010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/132563857537306010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/132563857537306010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-anyone-finds-my-label-maker-please.html' title='if anyone finds my label maker, please let me know'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SPZez6fKeiI/AAAAAAAABOQ/x1r3NMh6Fgo/s72-c/dymo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7855502436107025618</id><published>2008-10-09T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:11:47.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SO5IvIlV1kI/AAAAAAAABOA/ZOkHcVH-afI/s1600-h/door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255217789783103042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SO5IvIlV1kI/AAAAAAAABOA/ZOkHcVH-afI/s400/door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do you think of my new door? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I saw this idea somewhere but I can't remember for the life of me where to give the credit--sorry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3745167851535604445-7855502436107025618?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7855502436107025618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7855502436107025618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7855502436107025618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7855502436107025618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-door.html' title='my new door'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SO5IvIlV1kI/AAAAAAAABOA/ZOkHcVH-afI/s72-c/door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-6682002744521219125</id><published>2008-10-08T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:51:54.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SO0AbXT__nI/AAAAAAAABN4/isCgrC5HtoI/s1600-h/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254856810325606002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SO0AbXT__nI/AAAAAAAABN4/isCgrC5HtoI/s400/notebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just found &lt;a href="http://inchmark.squarespace.com/"&gt;inchmark&lt;/a&gt; and I adore it. Sweet, simple and beautiful--my favorite things. And this idea for journaling--in list form with a date stamp title--is perfect. I'm going to steal it.&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/3745167851535604445-6682002744521219125?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/6682002744521219125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=6682002744521219125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6682002744521219125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6682002744521219125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-favorite-blog.html' title='my new favorite blog'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SO0AbXT__nI/AAAAAAAABN4/isCgrC5HtoI/s72-c/notebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1703248758381406618</id><published>2008-10-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:48:26.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my fall home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SOqFFAG9n8I/AAAAAAAABNw/K45NWtdGvD0/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254158236256149442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SOqFFAG9n8I/AAAAAAAABNw/K45NWtdGvD0/s400/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woohoo! The weather has officially changed--no more 100's. Time to decorate as if Autumn has come to Arizona--not that it ever really does. This is the time of year that I miss the change of seasons more than ever: sweaters, fallen leaves, hot chocolate and, most importantly, the smell of cool, crisp air. I'm trying to just be happy that we can turn off the AC at night. For some great Fall decorating inspiration, look &lt;a href="http://asoftplacetoland-kimba.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-party-time.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://howaboutorange.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-decorating-ideas.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1703248758381406618?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1703248758381406618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1703248758381406618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1703248758381406618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1703248758381406618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-fall-home.html' title='my fall home'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SOqFFAG9n8I/AAAAAAAABNw/K45NWtdGvD0/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7757129788416715532</id><published>2008-10-01T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:40:36.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arizona snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SOpaibIkCiI/AAAAAAAABNo/GGGoCB9Jhvw/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254111462726830626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SOpaibIkCiI/AAAAAAAABNo/GGGoCB9Jhvw/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we resort to in Arizona for fun after over 110 days of the weather being over 100 degrees: shipped in snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7757129788416715532?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7757129788416715532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7757129788416715532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7757129788416715532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7757129788416715532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/10/arizona-snow.html' title='arizona snow'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SOpaibIkCiI/AAAAAAAABNo/GGGoCB9Jhvw/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2334289524953140734</id><published>2008-09-26T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:55:19.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>information, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SN2B-7wRMBI/AAAAAAAAA-8/YcDJEqf8dA8/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250495658775883794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SN2B-7wRMBI/AAAAAAAAA-8/YcDJEqf8dA8/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About five minutes before Jake walked out the door for school this morning he remembered that he was supposed to bring cupcakes for a "Friday Fun" activity. "Mom, can you hurry up and make some. I promised my teacher that you would." Fine. I mixed, I baked, I frosted, I sprinkled. I even delivered. That's the kind of mom I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I asked him how the cupcakes were. "Terrible," was his surprising reply. What? Apparently the cupcakes were supposed to be plain--frosting them was the fun activity.  "Don't worry, Mom. My friends all ate them after school and were glad they had frosting on them." Day saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2334289524953140734?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2334289524953140734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2334289524953140734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2334289524953140734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2334289524953140734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/information-please.html' title='information, please'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SN2B-7wRMBI/AAAAAAAAA-8/YcDJEqf8dA8/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8122146055830115278</id><published>2008-09-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:20:48.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>white pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SNLqNDrHQoI/AAAAAAAAA-w/jREidMzImqU/s1600-h/white+pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247514025885385346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SNLqNDrHQoI/AAAAAAAAA-w/jREidMzImqU/s320/white+pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love, love, love these white pumpkins. I found them on &lt;a href="http://www.eddieross.com/"&gt;eddieross.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'm loving watching Eddie, a designer for Martha herself, and the other designers on Top Design this season. My new favorite quote was from "Big Daddy" (who should NOT have been sent home) from last night's episode: "Make me a bird so I can fly far, far away. I had no idea what he was talking about.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8122146055830115278?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8122146055830115278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8122146055830115278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8122146055830115278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8122146055830115278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/white-pumpkins.html' title='white pumpkins'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SNLqNDrHQoI/AAAAAAAAA-w/jREidMzImqU/s72-c/white+pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1510972378753610657</id><published>2008-09-17T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:02:42.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies for clint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SNFfdsWiDMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/AhGBNflFdZc/s1600-h/alfajor1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247080004589849794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SNFfdsWiDMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/AhGBNflFdZc/s400/alfajor1_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Martha was all about blogging today. Who would have ever thought Perez Hilton would be a guest on the Martha Show? What caught my attention was &lt;a href="http://mattbites.typepad.com/mattbites/2007/07/alfajores.html"&gt;this recipe &lt;/a&gt;for the most delicious-looking (not to mention milk caramel-filled) alfajores--the cookies that just happen to be my husband's favorite cookie ever. He always mentions them fondly when he talks about the two years he spent in Argentina. Maybe this weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1510972378753610657?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1510972378753610657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1510972378753610657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1510972378753610657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1510972378753610657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/cookies-for-clint.html' title='cookies for clint'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SNFfdsWiDMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/AhGBNflFdZc/s72-c/alfajor1_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1020212382738775532</id><published>2008-09-14T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:54:27.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday throne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SM2hzF2EBaI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/16WaUThKop4/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246027040070829474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SM2hzF2EBaI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/16WaUThKop4/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flowers from my husband...very sweet. My favorite cake and the coolest antique camera ever...wonderful. My birthday remembered with cards and well wishes and gifts...endearing. Having my seat decorated with signs, streamers and crepe paper...priceless. Thanks, &lt;a href="http://tayremelon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1020212382738775532?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1020212382738775532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1020212382738775532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1020212382738775532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1020212382738775532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-throne.html' title='birthday throne'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SM2hzF2EBaI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/16WaUThKop4/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1659271285200111059</id><published>2008-09-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:05:29.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMvySj0KtnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/fMN3vvkVl_g/s1600-h/cinnamon+roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245552591668688498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMvySj0KtnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/fMN3vvkVl_g/s400/cinnamon+roll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great way to start the day. Thank you, Amy and Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1659271285200111059?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1659271285200111059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1659271285200111059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1659271285200111059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1659271285200111059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/yummy-beginning.html' title='yummy beginning'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMvySj0KtnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/fMN3vvkVl_g/s72-c/cinnamon+roll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4709778396135565358</id><published>2008-09-12T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:52:11.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buy this book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMq5UiKxxUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Oo65ZBj8FQI/s1600-h/mead.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245208478446896450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMq5UiKxxUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Oo65ZBj8FQI/s320/mead.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you love Halloween, run out and buy &lt;a href="http://www.matthewmeadstyle.com/index.php?option=com_flippingbook&amp;amp;Itemid=142"&gt;this book &lt;/a&gt;as soon as you can. It is the best Halloween book ever. And the styling is incredible. Each page is a feast for your eyes. Don't miss out--I'm still mad that I missed his holiday book. I can only hope his magazine becomes a monthly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-4709778396135565358?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4709778396135565358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4709778396135565358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4709778396135565358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4709778396135565358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/buy-this-book.html' title='buy this book'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMq5UiKxxUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Oo65ZBj8FQI/s72-c/mead.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5480731805173625595</id><published>2008-09-11T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:08:59.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stopping time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMlQVOVhcKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/2YPI5XHCie8/s1600-h/aug07+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244811566605496482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMlQVOVhcKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/2YPI5XHCie8/s400/aug07+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Last night as Clint, Cait and Sam were off to their respective church activities, Jake and Maddie and I changed into our pajamas and cuddled under the blankets (albeit with our feet sticking out and the fan on--it is Arizona) in my bed and watched our favorite family show, Wipeout, together. A couple of Jake's friends stopped by to ask him if he wanted to go on a McDonald's ice cream run with them. Jake said no, he'd rather stay with us. Sigh. I love these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could pick any superhero power to have, I wouldn't pick super strength or invisibility (although those would be nice to have). I would pick the ability to freeze time. And then I'd stop time right now.&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/3745167851535604445-5480731805173625595?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5480731805173625595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5480731805173625595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5480731805173625595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5480731805173625595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/stopping-time.html' title='stopping time'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMlQVOVhcKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/2YPI5XHCie8/s72-c/aug07+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-6817167483667367178</id><published>2008-09-05T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:23:18.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown to fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMG9jG8RDBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cf_SEHfz_4g/s1600-h/halloween+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242679852092427282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMG9jG8RDBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cf_SEHfz_4g/s320/halloween+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously still on my can't wait for Autumn kick, I bought this great countdown to Halloween at &lt;a href="http://www.kirklands.com/Default.asp?cid=134021102.425122.718452"&gt;Kirklands&lt;/a&gt; and already hung it up. It was a must-have for only $20. Really. You couldn't even begin to make it for that. I know we're barely into September. I know it's 108 out today. I know Halloween is a almost two months away. But I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-6817167483667367178?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/6817167483667367178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=6817167483667367178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6817167483667367178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6817167483667367178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/countdown-to-fall.html' title='countdown to fall'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SMG9jG8RDBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cf_SEHfz_4g/s72-c/halloween+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-669316269231435645</id><published>2008-09-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:42:59.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so over summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SL3rL_KtzWI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ro6Qb0Up7Q0/s1600-h/autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241604132496592226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SL3rL_KtzWI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ro6Qb0Up7Q0/s400/autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Labor day is the traditional end of Summer. Except in Arizona where it still reached over 100 degrees today. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-669316269231435645?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/669316269231435645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=669316269231435645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/669316269231435645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/669316269231435645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-over-summer.html' title='so over summer'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SL3rL_KtzWI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ro6Qb0Up7Q0/s72-c/autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-501439934578623663</id><published>2008-08-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:06:21.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nature put on a show last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLgyRBksDTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/vBIbA7uCg3k/s1600-h/lightning+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993434507054386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLgyRBksDTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/vBIbA7uCg3k/s320/lightning+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLgyK3yKyzI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZZkrKC4VpxI/s1600-h/lightning+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993328800025394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLgyK3yKyzI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZZkrKC4VpxI/s320/lightning+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLgyEbEheoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/s8iGmaT-itc/s1600-h/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993218013166210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLgyEbEheoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/s8iGmaT-itc/s320/lightning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures do not do justice to the most incredible storm we had last night. Thunder rocked the house and lightning constantly lit up the sky for over an hour. I had never seen anything like this before. Amazing.&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/3745167851535604445-501439934578623663?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/501439934578623663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=501439934578623663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/501439934578623663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/501439934578623663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/nature-put-on-show-last-night.html' title='nature put on a show last night'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLgyRBksDTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/vBIbA7uCg3k/s72-c/lightning+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7807919349921091471</id><published>2008-08-26T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:25:53.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLQ3TmTMwZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8aM1kHNmlfQ/s1600-h/anniversary+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238873076376846738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLQ3TmTMwZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8aM1kHNmlfQ/s320/anniversary+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clint took the afternoon off work and we spent our anniversary at the movies. We saw &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/man_on_wire/"&gt;Man on Wire &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/10009333-american_teen/"&gt;American Teen&lt;/a&gt; and I highly recommend them both. Halfway through the second movie, Cait texted me that Maddie was planning a surprise party for us and had already invited a few families (and handed out assignments--can you come and bring balloons) over to our house. Luckily, Cait (and some great friends--thank you!) convinced Maddie that a surprise party was not what we really had in mind for our anniversary evening. But Clint and I still spent the second half of the movie feeling guilty that we were spoiling Maddie's sweet gesture and not there to comfort her. Not enough guilt to stop us from going out to dinner afterwards, however. When I woke up Maddie this morning, I said how sorry I was that her party couldn't work out. Her answer? So Maddie. "What party? I just wanted you think there was one!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7807919349921091471?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7807919349921091471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7807919349921091471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7807919349921091471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7807919349921091471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/clint-took-afternoon-off-work-and-we.html' title='surprise party'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLQ3TmTMwZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8aM1kHNmlfQ/s72-c/anniversary+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4233533036019300016</id><published>2008-08-25T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:39:44.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLNApXZv7lI/AAAAAAAAA74/unwd6THDdW4/s1600-h/wedding001blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238601870962847314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLNApXZv7lI/AAAAAAAAA74/unwd6THDdW4/s320/wedding001blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard to believe it was eighteen years ago today that I wore this dress (huge, poofy sleeves, a high neck and a bow! What was I thinking? Let's not even talk about the veil...) to marry my sweetheart for time and all eternity. But I'm so glad I did. It's the best decision I ever made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-4233533036019300016?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4233533036019300016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4233533036019300016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4233533036019300016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4233533036019300016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLNApXZv7lI/AAAAAAAAA74/unwd6THDdW4/s72-c/wedding001blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-6982129003059887273</id><published>2008-08-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:26:41.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>game loot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLLqftQGMXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/HZhOaR81918/s1600-h/game2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238507147029262706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLLqftQGMXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/HZhOaR81918/s320/game2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently this is what you get when you opt to go the Dbacks games with your dad for your birthday instead of having a party. A very happy Jake. Side note: Sam caught two balls and sweetly gave one to Jake and the other to Jake's friend. What great boys I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-6982129003059887273?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/6982129003059887273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=6982129003059887273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6982129003059887273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6982129003059887273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/game-loot.html' title='game loot'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLLqftQGMXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/HZhOaR81918/s72-c/game2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7680954040274659095</id><published>2008-08-23T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:30:50.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another maddie post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLBxAngDPkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/_uw_aTKUres/s1600-h/maddie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237810622049238594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLBxAngDPkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/_uw_aTKUres/s320/maddie+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry and yes, my other kids are just as brilliant but Maddie is the one who says the funniest things. She fell on the way home from school yesterday and her knee was a yucky, bloody mess and, of course, needed a band-aid. Maddie hates band-aids and has refused to wear one for years. This has long been a problem because she is very active and gets hurt quite often. Why, I ask, a little miffed that I can't cover up her bloody knee. Maddie gave me two simple reasons which were completely reasonable in her mind. "They make me look ugly and I can't concentrate when I have one on because I just keep looking at it." Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7680954040274659095?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7680954040274659095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7680954040274659095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7680954040274659095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7680954040274659095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-maddie-post.html' title='another maddie post'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SLBxAngDPkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/_uw_aTKUres/s72-c/maddie+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2992030331313896124</id><published>2008-08-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:21:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrate the everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SK8O9NDqIWI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Kk_D-6k-owA/s1600-h/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237421336294990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SK8O9NDqIWI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Kk_D-6k-owA/s320/banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though Jake's birthday is long over, I don't want to take this banner down. It makes me happy every time I see it. I think I need to incorporate more cheerful and bright colors in my house. I use too many neutrals. I think I will leave it up for a while longer--after all, it's somebody's birthday today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2992030331313896124?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2992030331313896124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2992030331313896124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2992030331313896124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2992030331313896124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/celebrate-everyday.html' title='celebrate the everyday'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SK8O9NDqIWI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Kk_D-6k-owA/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-242977651924269297</id><published>2008-08-20T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:13:14.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classic maddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKzpwu09cDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Y1ZTZZ9T-PQ/s1600-h/addie003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236817490138198066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKzpwu09cDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Y1ZTZZ9T-PQ/s320/addie003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids came home from school today excited to show us their test results from last year. After explaining how the graphs worked, Maddie decided to graph her own life results. Her categories are smart, pretty, popular, happy, mean and disappointed. Modest (and hilarious), as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-242977651924269297?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/242977651924269297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=242977651924269297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/242977651924269297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/242977651924269297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/classic-maddie.html' title='classic maddie'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKzpwu09cDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Y1ZTZZ9T-PQ/s72-c/addie003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3333017899506994976</id><published>2008-08-18T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:03:00.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKm3NgqkoTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/JJglIWaEL-A/s1600-h/mexico+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235917484529590578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKm3NgqkoTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/JJglIWaEL-A/s320/mexico+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is Jake's tenth birthday and I can't imagine anyone ever being more excited to hit "double digits" as he was. Jake is an amazing kid--really great at anything he tries. But the the thing I like best about Jake is his sweetness. We love you, Jake. Have a fantastic birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3333017899506994976?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3333017899506994976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3333017899506994976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3333017899506994976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3333017899506994976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-jake.html' title='happy birthday, jake'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKm3NgqkoTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/JJglIWaEL-A/s72-c/mexico+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3216544236867211021</id><published>2008-08-14T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:46:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKR7linmc3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/_Xp1nYViOB0/s1600-h/olympics.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234444551789638514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKR7linmc3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/_Xp1nYViOB0/s320/olympics.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How fun would it be to be a photojournalist travelling the world taking shots like this? To see more incredible (and big) photos like this one, go &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. My family is loving watching the Olympics--maybe a little too much--it's been a struggle to turn the TV off. So I was disappointed to read in the paper today that parts of the Opening Ceremony were not what they seemed. The fireworks--computer generated. The singer--lip-synching (because the real singer was not considered photogenic enough). It makes you wonder what else isn't what it seems. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3216544236867211021?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3216544236867211021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3216544236867211021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3216544236867211021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3216544236867211021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-picture.html' title='big picture'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKR7linmc3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/_Xp1nYViOB0/s72-c/olympics.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3091523373058183688</id><published>2008-08-11T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:21:17.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKBz9AaapzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/8gnfvzJy46k/s1600-h/firstdayofschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233310258924529458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKBz9AaapzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/8gnfvzJy46k/s320/firstdayofschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids were up and ready on their own in happy anticipation of the first day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3091523373058183688?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3091523373058183688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3091523373058183688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3091523373058183688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3091523373058183688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-rules.html' title='school rules!'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SKBz9AaapzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/8gnfvzJy46k/s72-c/firstdayofschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2767294954928502315</id><published>2008-08-10T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:39:54.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do good anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJ_CcYNBq1I/AAAAAAAAA64/TPR0TVeAd5U/s1600-h/mother+teresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233115084817017682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJ_CcYNBq1I/AAAAAAAAA64/TPR0TVeAd5U/s400/mother+teresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People who really want help may attack you if you help them. Help them anyway. Give the world the best you have and you may get hurt. Give the world your best anyway."~~Mother Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2767294954928502315?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2767294954928502315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2767294954928502315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2767294954928502315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2767294954928502315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-good-anyway.html' title='do good anyway'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJ_CcYNBq1I/AAAAAAAAA64/TPR0TVeAd5U/s72-c/mother+teresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3589130744169031834</id><published>2008-08-07T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:17:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big day at our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJssVnKAVTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/rAJFXTy5994/s1600-h/aeriel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231824141920785714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJssVnKAVTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/rAJFXTy5994/s320/aeriel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie learned how to do an aerial (a cartwheel without using arms!) at gymnastics. She was more excited about the candy bracelet she received for achieving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJssL52K4eI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KocrIVYuSjQ/s1600-h/contacts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231823975139172834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJssL52K4eI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KocrIVYuSjQ/s320/contacts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found out Sam needed glasses and he opted for contacts. Not to belittle anybody else's achievement in this area but Sam was able to put in his contacts on his own in less than three minutes. Fabulous job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3589130744169031834?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3589130744169031834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3589130744169031834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3589130744169031834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3589130744169031834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-day-at-our-house.html' title='big day at our house'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJssVnKAVTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/rAJFXTy5994/s72-c/aeriel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3887181654858882679</id><published>2008-08-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:01:56.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love the suits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJpHZjGwNUI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EhOf643qnK8/s1600-h/with_my_dad[1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231572421390120258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJpHZjGwNUI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EhOf643qnK8/s400/with_my_dad%5B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clint's dad emailed this great picture today of himself as a boy with his own father to commemorate what would have been his father's 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  What is it about old pictures that makes them so fun to look at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3887181654858882679?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3887181654858882679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3887181654858882679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3887181654858882679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3887181654858882679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-suits.html' title='love the suits'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJpHZjGwNUI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EhOf643qnK8/s72-c/with_my_dad%5B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8278736325145255896</id><published>2008-08-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:45.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rocky point rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJhyss_CsEI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/gMRXbNwMXEw/s1600-h/merge+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231057079506219074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJhyss_CsEI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/gMRXbNwMXEw/s400/merge+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top ten things we loved about our vacation:&lt;br /&gt;10. Sitting in our cabana watching the high tide&lt;br /&gt;9. Jet skis (for those who didn't get seasick) and Curly--who helped us get them&lt;br /&gt;8. Lazing around the lazy river&lt;br /&gt;7. Princess Diaries 2--over and over and over again. And then again&lt;br /&gt;6. Playing "who can stand up the longest" in the waves&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating better than anyone ever has in Mexico--yumm, Chicken Bryan&lt;br /&gt;4. Buying mangos on the beach from a very questionable vendor--who probably had never washed his hands, used his teeth to hold the stick and only dropped it one time&lt;br /&gt;3. The cute little mexican woman who braided our girls' hair&lt;br /&gt;2. Trips into town--daily, at least.&lt;br /&gt;1. Fresh tortillas from the white store with the red Coca Cola sign&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8278736325145255896?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8278736325145255896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8278736325145255896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8278736325145255896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8278736325145255896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/rocky-point-rocks.html' title='rocky point rocks'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJhyss_CsEI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/gMRXbNwMXEw/s72-c/merge+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1613530769180971254</id><published>2008-08-04T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:45.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation...perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJc_aIbwywI/AAAAAAAAA3w/h4LCrlhv-hw/s1600-h/mexico+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230719210387196674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJc_aIbwywI/AAAAAAAAA3w/h4LCrlhv-hw/s320/mexico+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More details to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1613530769180971254?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1613530769180971254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1613530769180971254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1613530769180971254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1613530769180971254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacationperfect.html' title='vacation...perfect'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SJc_aIbwywI/AAAAAAAAA3w/h4LCrlhv-hw/s72-c/mexico+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-451242926820548382</id><published>2008-07-30T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:45.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI_Cru-c_7I/AAAAAAAAA3o/5784wIHN7o0/s1600-h/gooseberry-beach-200806-ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228611749000576946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI_Cru-c_7I/AAAAAAAAA3o/5784wIHN7o0/s320/gooseberry-beach-200806-ss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability."~~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam Keen&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/3745167851535604445-451242926820548382?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/451242926820548382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=451242926820548382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/451242926820548382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/451242926820548382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-break.html' title='taking a break'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI_Cru-c_7I/AAAAAAAAA3o/5784wIHN7o0/s72-c/gooseberry-beach-200806-ss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2033351192935354203</id><published>2008-07-29T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:46.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vote for kaeli again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI-FX8mBYyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/u1bu3CiD7Jk/s1600-h/3030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228544338849522466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI-FX8mBYyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/u1bu3CiD7Jk/s320/3030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaeli&lt;/span&gt; Jensen, made it to the next round and she would love your &lt;a href="http://www.mtscproductions.com/vote/3030.php"&gt;vote&lt;/a&gt;. Voting ends tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2033351192935354203?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2033351192935354203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2033351192935354203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2033351192935354203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2033351192935354203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/vote-for-kaeli-again.html' title='vote for kaeli again'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI-FX8mBYyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/u1bu3CiD7Jk/s72-c/3030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2285333317445293986</id><published>2008-07-29T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:46.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not that I would do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI9fHANq1II/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Va1tH_itOZ4/s1600-h/donut+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228502266321491074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI9fHANq1II/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Va1tH_itOZ4/s320/donut+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;FYI, the 5-second rule has been changed to the 30-second rule. Scouts honor. Read about the study &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/business/ticker/2007/05/5second_dropped.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Or, if you want to be more technical, you can use the &lt;a href="http://www.halfbakery.com/idea/Dropped_20Food_20Safety_20Estimator"&gt;dropped food safety estimator &lt;/a&gt;. I like the simplicity of this rule: Jawbreaker on a hardwood floor - safe. Custard in a sand box - no go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2285333317445293986?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2285333317445293986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2285333317445293986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2285333317445293986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2285333317445293986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-that-i-would-do-it.html' title='not that I would do it'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI9fHANq1II/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Va1tH_itOZ4/s72-c/donut+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8119983799754572409</id><published>2008-07-28T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:47.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stories from camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5FC4G8PyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/pJ1k_kBLDXM/s1600-h/camping+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228192133147279138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5FC4G8PyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/pJ1k_kBLDXM/s320/camping+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clint took some great photos of the big camping trip last weekend. Their camp looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5E63j3CgI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Yc1Yx4_c47U/s1600-h/camping+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228191995561183746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5E63j3CgI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Yc1Yx4_c47U/s320/camping+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie was the first one over the waterfall--mostly because she got too close to the edge and fell in--but I'm almost sure she won't tell it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5Eu-RZi-I/AAAAAAAAA24/DqcJK8jQ5nA/s1600-h/camping+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228191791204371426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5Eu-RZi-I/AAAAAAAAA24/DqcJK8jQ5nA/s320/camping+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam had an "okay" time--but couldn't wait to get home to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5EkiSr96I/AAAAAAAAA2w/OyodRWIkZk0/s1600-h/camping+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228191611894888354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5EkiSr96I/AAAAAAAAA2w/OyodRWIkZk0/s320/camping+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Either this is of Jake and Dallin showing off their muscles or two concentration camp survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5EYMuNYzI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ST8d8PFQnZg/s1600-h/camping+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228191399946314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5EYMuNYzI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ST8d8PFQnZg/s320/camping+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm guessing that Jake didn't want anymore photos taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5EO-JSGSI/AAAAAAAAA2g/SaOQGHmrRsI/s1600-h/camping+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228191241414514978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5EO-JSGSI/AAAAAAAAA2g/SaOQGHmrRsI/s320/camping+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm hoping they weren't aiming at Camille and Jerel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5EEFObOgI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0FuwBvaJeoA/s1600-h/camping+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228191054336571906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5EEFObOgI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0FuwBvaJeoA/s320/camping+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You'll have to make up your own caption for this one of our great camp hosts, Mason and Natalie. Thanks, you two, I hear that everybody had a great time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8119983799754572409?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8119983799754572409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8119983799754572409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8119983799754572409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8119983799754572409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/stories-from-camp.html' title='stories from camp'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SI5FC4G8PyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/pJ1k_kBLDXM/s72-c/camping+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-836580623387169909</id><published>2008-07-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:47.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIwaBxKh-II/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VzFRbIATPac/s1600-h/ouse002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227581885150001282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIwaBxKh-II/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VzFRbIATPac/s320/ouse002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like the girls won again. Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-836580623387169909?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/836580623387169909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=836580623387169909' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/836580623387169909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/836580623387169909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-game.html' title='good game'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIwaBxKh-II/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VzFRbIATPac/s72-c/ouse002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-6792037516356388363</id><published>2008-07-25T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:47.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roughing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIoLU2rx-4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/hNz4pFMkF4I/s1600-h/florence+falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227002770421316482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIoLU2rx-4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/hNz4pFMkF4I/s320/florence+falls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clint is taking the kids camping tonight. I'm told that the camping site is next to a waterfall and a river. Wouldn't it be great if it looked like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-6792037516356388363?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/6792037516356388363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=6792037516356388363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6792037516356388363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6792037516356388363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/roughing-it.html' title='roughing it'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIoLU2rx-4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/hNz4pFMkF4I/s72-c/florence+falls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5163428624253257935</id><published>2008-07-25T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:47.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another maddie story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIoIbB4bHCI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Z4EhQLXW2F4/s1600-h/hawaii+783a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226999577971465250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIoIbB4bHCI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Z4EhQLXW2F4/s320/hawaii+783a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Maddie constantly keeps us laughing. She woke me up early this morning by asking,"You know that one girl that is on all the missing posters?" What?--I was still half asleep. "I figured out who she is." Who? "She's the little girl, Emily, from that movie, Saturday's Warriors. She must have been kidnapped." Go back to sleep, Maddie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then an hour later as I was getting dressed, she asked "Mom, I need the phone number that you call when you want to become a superstar on TV because I think I'm ready now." It's fun just seeing what she will think of next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5163428624253257935?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5163428624253257935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5163428624253257935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5163428624253257935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5163428624253257935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-maddie-story.html' title='another maddie story'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIoIbB4bHCI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Z4EhQLXW2F4/s72-c/hawaii+783a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1492237571690754507</id><published>2008-07-24T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:48.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy pioneer day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIjab8qVV6I/AAAAAAAAA1w/zTVESZJQjD4/s1600-h/utah+167a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226667541238470562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIjab8qVV6I/AAAAAAAAA1w/zTVESZJQjD4/s320/utah+167a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pioneer Day is a big holiday in Utah. Everybody gets the day off work and celebrates with picnics, parades, carnivals and fireworks. I feel sad that we don't do much in Arizona to remember that it was on this day in 1847 that Brigham Young and the first group of  brave (and exhausted) pioneers entered the Salt Lake valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIjaL6EwRhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/bMiEPBKaDZM/s1600-h/utah+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226667265666074130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIjaL6EwRhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/bMiEPBKaDZM/s320/utah+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of ten of Brigham Young's wives. My Great, Great, Great Grandmother was Emily Partridge (back row, second on the left). Brigham Young married her after her first husband was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIjZNaTytfI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ozSdnySsAZA/s1600-h/utah+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226666191987324402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIjZNaTytfI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ozSdnySsAZA/s320/utah+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this monument entitled "Journey's End". It is dedicated to the "handcart pioneers who exemplified sacrifice, courage, determination and unwavering faith". The inscription reads: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between 1856 and 1860, some 3000 members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints eagerly started their westward journey to Zion by handcart. The pioneers who departed from Iowa City walked approximately 1300 miles. And those who departed from Florence, Nebraska walked almost as far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each rough-hewn handcart carried around 300 pounds of their earthly possessions and provisions for their long journey. Usually five people were assigned to each handcart. Hardships and trials tested the faith of the men, women, and children as they pushed and pulled their handcarts over rugged trails, mountains, rivers, deserts, plains through heavy snow drenching rain, and fatiguing heat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pioneers love for God and his son, Jesus Christ, inspired them to take every footstep with faith. Their hope was to gather with the early settlers in Zion where they would have religious freedom, live in peace, and help build the Kingdom of God. Upon arriving in the Valley of the Great Salt Lake, these noble pioneers were joyful and thankful that they had reached the end of the arduous journey. This monument depicts a family offering a humble prayer of gratitude.&lt;/em&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/3745167851535604445-1492237571690754507?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1492237571690754507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1492237571690754507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1492237571690754507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1492237571690754507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-pioneer-day.html' title='happy pioneer day'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIjab8qVV6I/AAAAAAAAA1w/zTVESZJQjD4/s72-c/utah+167a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7905121279640276270</id><published>2008-07-24T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:48.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIgPDJiV15I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ySYkYqlhBWw/s1600-h/house001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226443914337441682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIgPDJiV15I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ySYkYqlhBWw/s320/house001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This the drawing Clint made of what we wanted the front of our house to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIgOv09QgfI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9yYdiyb8xKQ/s1600-h/front+001-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226443582395679218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIgOv09QgfI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9yYdiyb8xKQ/s320/front+001-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two years later, we're about halfway there. I'm just hoping the second half will go a little faster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7905121279640276270?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7905121279640276270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7905121279640276270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7905121279640276270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7905121279640276270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-closer.html' title='getting closer'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIgPDJiV15I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ySYkYqlhBWw/s72-c/house001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-6898066139225787031</id><published>2008-07-23T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:48.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no mail for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIe-R-dzGVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Veww40dvRuk/s1600-h/mailbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226355108621785426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIe-R-dzGVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Veww40dvRuk/s320/mailbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these courageous couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds" but a little rusted metal does. Oh, well. It was only bills anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-6898066139225787031?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/6898066139225787031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=6898066139225787031' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6898066139225787031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6898066139225787031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-mail-for-us.html' title='no mail for us'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIe-R-dzGVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Veww40dvRuk/s72-c/mailbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1817325800394477065</id><published>2008-07-22T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:48.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jump for joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIYxlngi9OI/AAAAAAAAA04/ce6PKeHXV6Q/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225918939940451554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIYxlngi9OI/AAAAAAAAA04/ce6PKeHXV6Q/s320/sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy quinceanera, Sarah. Hope your day is super fun (just like you) and you get to break the pinata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-1817325800394477065?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1817325800394477065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1817325800394477065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1817325800394477065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1817325800394477065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/jump-for-joy.html' title='jump for joy'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIYxlngi9OI/AAAAAAAAA04/ce6PKeHXV6Q/s72-c/sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7305019191534634814</id><published>2008-07-21T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another monsoon storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIVNG-ymyoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/zJ4DeXTRPLo/s1600-h/storm+1blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225667724963138178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIVNG-ymyoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/zJ4DeXTRPLo/s320/storm+1blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if I will ever stop being amazed at how fast Arizona summer storms roll in--and how beautiful (and refreshing!) they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7305019191534634814?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7305019191534634814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7305019191534634814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7305019191534634814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7305019191534634814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-monsoon-storm.html' title='another monsoon storm'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIVNG-ymyoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/zJ4DeXTRPLo/s72-c/storm+1blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3765982952882927617</id><published>2008-07-21T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:48.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bionic boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SITxHqWrsdI/AAAAAAAAA0o/QtTgobBDvM0/s1600-h/cord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225566581587423698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SITxHqWrsdI/AAAAAAAAA0o/QtTgobBDvM0/s320/cord.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we found out Sam was deaf 13 years ago, we faced a lot of really tough decisions--one of the hardest of which was deciding whether or not to get him a cochlear implant. It took us over two years to finally decide to implant him (hard to believe now but Sam was not considered a very good candidate at the time) and we are so glad we did. It has turned out to be one of the best decisions we have ever made. I'm still amazed at how far Sam has come as a result of being able to "hear" through his implant. In fact this last school year, he "graduated" from being in any special ed. and just became like every  other junior high kid. I'm so proud of his hard work. I just read that there is a new &lt;a href="http://www.dailyrecord.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2008807190350"&gt;True Life documentary on MTV &lt;/a&gt;about a boy that is being implanted that repeats tomorrow at 4 pm. It'll be interesting to watch the life-changing transformation again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3765982952882927617?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3765982952882927617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3765982952882927617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3765982952882927617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3765982952882927617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/bionic-boy.html' title='bionic boy'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SITxHqWrsdI/AAAAAAAAA0o/QtTgobBDvM0/s72-c/cord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-6627947054378732008</id><published>2008-07-20T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:49.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quest for perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIOXXYpToJI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9MEqx2sQnRQ/s1600-h/09chip-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225186420688396434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIOXXYpToJI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9MEqx2sQnRQ/s400/09chip-600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interested in the secrets to making the perfect chocolate chip cookie? The NY Times has collected the best ones in this great &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/09/dining/09chip.html?_r=3&amp;amp;8dpc&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-6627947054378732008?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/6627947054378732008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=6627947054378732008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6627947054378732008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/6627947054378732008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/quest-for-perfection.html' title='quest for perfection'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIOXXYpToJI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9MEqx2sQnRQ/s72-c/09chip-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2375644648222989789</id><published>2008-07-20T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:49.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quote for a reflective day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIOZw98icnI/AAAAAAAAA0g/3iFU4akw7h8/s1600-h/beam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225189059221156466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIOZw98icnI/AAAAAAAAA0g/3iFU4akw7h8/s400/beam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We can work towards perfection by doing things better than we did yesterday."~~Lorenzo Snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2375644648222989789?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2375644648222989789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2375644648222989789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2375644648222989789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2375644648222989789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-for-reflective-day.html' title='quote for a reflective day'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIOZw98icnI/AAAAAAAAA0g/3iFU4akw7h8/s72-c/beam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-834198536276558124</id><published>2008-07-19T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:49.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIIsBrbJ-9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/sbt2vfelWjU/s1600-h/abba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224786925051313106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIIsBrbJ-9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/sbt2vfelWjU/s320/abba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Speaking of ABBA, I just read in our newspaper that John McCain has been using &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0GWIOjCyw0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a Chance on Me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;as his campaign theme song. Unlike most songs chosen by politicians (like Mitt Romney choosing &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzIK72iFDk4"&gt;A Little Less Conversation &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) I think this one really fits his campaign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-834198536276558124?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/834198536276558124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=834198536276558124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/834198536276558124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/834198536276558124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-chance.html' title='taking a chance'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIIsBrbJ-9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/sbt2vfelWjU/s72-c/abba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2026746362859367739</id><published>2008-07-19T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:49.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme! gimme! gimme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIFfwb8ES_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Ff0xoN4-wIU/s1600-h/mamma+mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224562328464542706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIFfwb8ES_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Ff0xoN4-wIU/s320/mamma+mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The closest I'm going to get to a vacation in the Greek Isles anytime soon is seeing &lt;a href="http://www.mammamiamovie.com/"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/a&gt;! tonight. I just hope it's as much fun as the musical.&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/3745167851535604445-2026746362859367739?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2026746362859367739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2026746362859367739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2026746362859367739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2026746362859367739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/gimme-gimme-gimme.html' title='gimme! gimme! gimme!'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIFfwb8ES_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Ff0xoN4-wIU/s72-c/mamma+mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8020179815579533079</id><published>2008-07-18T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:49.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing I do better than martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.79cd0d4bac77d1611e3bf410b5900aa0/?vgnextoid=3655ee85f680b110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextfmt=default&amp;amp;rsc=ts_Homepage_Homepage"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224554495983487842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIFYohrEC2I/AAAAAAAAAz4/54xcHbgo7hY/s400/TanjaLippert-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt; was all new this morning (and not just a compilation of old shows put together and called a new one) and very good. &lt;a href="http://www.tuckerberry.com/"&gt;Michael Tucker &lt;/a&gt;(oh, how I loved LA Law!) was there cooking from his new book about living and cooking in Italy. Also, a great demonstration on making &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.3a0656639de62ad593598e10d373a0a0/?vgnextoid=0b850b640972b110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextfmt=default"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encaustic&lt;/span&gt; paintings &lt;/a&gt;(like the image above from &lt;a href="http://www.waxworksphoto.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) with photographs (using wax!) that I would love to try. But the best part was Martha admitting that she has only ordered take-out pizza ONE time. In her life. I know, I had to play it again to make sure I heard it right, too. One time. Now ordering pizza--that's something I can do really well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8020179815579533079?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8020179815579533079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8020179815579533079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8020179815579533079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8020179815579533079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-thing-i-do-better-than-martha.html' title='one thing I do better than martha'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIFYohrEC2I/AAAAAAAAAz4/54xcHbgo7hY/s72-c/TanjaLippert-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-2204850448715126579</id><published>2008-07-18T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recap fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIDakmxt_II/AAAAAAAAAzo/Cmc0thaAH-k/s1600-h/flipping+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224415890169003138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIDakmxt_II/AAAAAAAAAzo/Cmc0thaAH-k/s320/flipping+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Does anyone else agree that reality shows have saved summer TV? And my favorite thing to do after watching a reality show is read the hilarious blog recaps. It's like talking about it with a favorite girlfriend. I like &lt;a href="http://scentedglossymagazines.blogspot.com/2008/07/youd-be-surprised-about-how-emotionally.html"&gt;this one &lt;/a&gt;for Flipping Out, &lt;a href="http://www.iheartyoublog.com/2008/07/project-runway-recap-season-5.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for Project Runway and &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/design-star-episode-6-the-dreaded-kitchen/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for Design Star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-2204850448715126579?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/2204850448715126579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=2204850448715126579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2204850448715126579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/2204850448715126579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/recap-fun.html' title='recap fun'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIDakmxt_II/AAAAAAAAAzo/Cmc0thaAH-k/s72-c/flipping+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3605134744449733473</id><published>2008-07-17T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping justification</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIAfXr5p06I/AAAAAAAAAzg/7nG9Q04aXt0/s1600-h/clock+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224210059531768738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIAfXr5p06I/AAAAAAAAAzg/7nG9Q04aXt0/s320/clock+hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I told Clint that I wouldn't buy any more clocks but &lt;a href="http://www.ballarddesigns.com/Estate-Sale/Wall-Accents/Clock-Hands-Plaque/p/6348?path=1%2C2%2C105%2C113%2C0&amp;amp;iProductID=6348"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; isn't technically a clock--just the hands. And they're on sale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3605134744449733473?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3605134744449733473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3605134744449733473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3605134744449733473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3605134744449733473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/shopping-justification.html' title='shopping justification'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SIAfXr5p06I/AAAAAAAAAzg/7nG9Q04aXt0/s72-c/clock+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8645470879179515706</id><published>2008-07-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:50.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH9Z9NhlbII/AAAAAAAAAzY/TWEE7uA0ceQ/s1600-h/sidewalk--blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223993000910482562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH9Z9NhlbII/AAAAAAAAAzY/TWEE7uA0ceQ/s320/sidewalk--blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting a sidewalk today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8645470879179515706?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8645470879179515706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8645470879179515706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8645470879179515706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8645470879179515706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness-is.html' title='happiness is...'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH9Z9NhlbII/AAAAAAAAAzY/TWEE7uA0ceQ/s72-c/sidewalk--blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-3828989310565641092</id><published>2008-07-16T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:50.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closet envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH5ujKMAyJI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/r5hsc8nnnhg/s1600-h/colin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223734168105568402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH5ujKMAyJI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/r5hsc8nnnhg/s320/colin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember this episode of &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/tows/pastshows/200702/tows_past_20070219.jhtml"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.colincowie.com/"&gt;Colin Cowie &lt;/a&gt;and his extremely organized everything. I would love my closets to look like his. But I have children. And a husband. And a budget. I watched Colin on a talk show this morning and he said he had a 25 million dollar budget for a wedding once. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-3828989310565641092?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/3828989310565641092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=3828989310565641092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3828989310565641092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/3828989310565641092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/closet-envy.html' title='closet envy'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH5ujKMAyJI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/r5hsc8nnnhg/s72-c/colin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8509192667762794848</id><published>2008-07-16T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:50.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH4xtJ-VzbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_oC2pn5ul2U/s1600-h/caitlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223667269637623218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH4xtJ-VzbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_oC2pn5ul2U/s320/caitlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin is off again--to girls camp this time. She is excited to be a youth leader this year and spent all day yesterday making handouts and little gifts for her "girls". I told her to call me when the bus returns on Saturday so we can pick her up. "I can't. We're not supposed to bring cell phones." Well, just bring yours and keep it off until you need to call me when you get back. "Are you telling me to break the rules, Mom?" Not really, just bring it for emergencies. "No. I need to follow the rules." Fine, just borrow one of the hundreds of others that everyone else will have sneaked up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8509192667762794848?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8509192667762794848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8509192667762794848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8509192667762794848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8509192667762794848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-goodbye.html' title='hello goodbye'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH4xtJ-VzbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_oC2pn5ul2U/s72-c/caitlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8914555409711607036</id><published>2008-07-15T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:50.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party plates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH0CULCmLII/AAAAAAAAAzA/PS6-40vCr8w/s1600-h/tea+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333688403963010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH0CULCmLII/AAAAAAAAAzA/PS6-40vCr8w/s400/tea+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been collecting these glass luncheon plates and matching cups at thrift stores for a couple of years now. I remember my Grandmother using similiar ones to serve refreshments to her bridge club and Maddie and her friends are using mine for a tea party this afternoon. How fun is that? I would love to have my girlfriends over for a little tea party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8914555409711607036?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8914555409711607036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8914555409711607036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8914555409711607036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8914555409711607036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/party-plates.html' title='party plates'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SH0CULCmLII/AAAAAAAAAzA/PS6-40vCr8w/s72-c/tea+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5775460533343901623</id><published>2008-07-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:51.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clean slate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHzmNIo4qtI/AAAAAAAAAyo/bGToKBCmsiU/s1600-h/desk+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223302781174590162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHzmNIo4qtI/AAAAAAAAAyo/bGToKBCmsiU/s320/desk+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent all weekend cleaning two years of clutter and mess in my office so I could work more efficiently and now more work is the last thing I want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5775460533343901623?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5775460533343901623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5775460533343901623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5775460533343901623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5775460533343901623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/clean-slate.html' title='clean slate'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHzmNIo4qtI/AAAAAAAAAyo/bGToKBCmsiU/s72-c/desk+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-4383679282729899247</id><published>2008-07-14T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:51.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vote for kaeli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHy28Z0bPvI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ArR-qYHy-PE/s1600-h/KJ02small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250816682114802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHy28Z0bPvI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ArR-qYHy-PE/s320/KJ02small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I have this incredibly talented neice, Kaeli, who is this close to making it big. She sings beautiful, clean, uplifting music. A couple weeks ago she sang in a contest in Vegas and now needs everyone to vote for her so can make it to the next level. To vote, go &lt;a href="http://www.usatalentcompetition.com/vote/vote.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and then click on Kaeli Jensen and then vote. You can vote as many times as you want to but only today and tomorrow. Listen to her beautiful music &lt;a href="http://kaelijensen.com/default.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://searchservice.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=sitesearch.results&amp;amp;type=People&amp;amp;qry=kaeli+jensen"&gt;here&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/3745167851535604445-4383679282729899247?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/4383679282729899247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=4383679282729899247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4383679282729899247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/4383679282729899247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/vote-for-kaeli.html' title='vote for kaeli'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHy28Z0bPvI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ArR-qYHy-PE/s72-c/KJ02small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-8354341264501411485</id><published>2008-07-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:51.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHrfnnCkcxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oR4KxCPl8GE/s1600-h/cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222732589477163794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHrfnnCkcxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oR4KxCPl8GE/s320/cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's wishing the happiest of birthdays to my favorite spades partner and one of the funnest (and funniest!) friends ever. You're the best, Laura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-8354341264501411485?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/8354341264501411485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=8354341264501411485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8354341264501411485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/8354341264501411485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-laura.html' title='happy birthday, laura'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHrfnnCkcxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oR4KxCPl8GE/s72-c/cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-1610217201968551701</id><published>2008-07-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:51.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quote for a quiet sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHp4c2GX4KI/AAAAAAAAAyI/p3n0SL26qjw/s1600-h/aOct+04+023b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222619154843426978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHp4c2GX4KI/AAAAAAAAAyI/p3n0SL26qjw/s320/aOct+04+023b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet."~~Emily Dickinson.&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/3745167851535604445-1610217201968551701?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/1610217201968551701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=1610217201968551701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1610217201968551701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/1610217201968551701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-for-quiet-sunday.html' title='quote for a quiet sunday'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHp4c2GX4KI/AAAAAAAAAyI/p3n0SL26qjw/s72-c/aOct+04+023b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7525662770579651312</id><published>2008-07-12T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:51.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>us? embarrassing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHlWGc1pApI/AAAAAAAAAyA/c3e-bmNLkFE/s1600-h/first+date+001blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222299911733183122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHlWGc1pApI/AAAAAAAAAyA/c3e-bmNLkFE/s320/first+date+001blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Caitlin just left for her first official date. She was hesitant at first to even tell us about it because she thought we would "tell everybody, make a big deal about it and embarrass me." Really, Cait? How little you know us. We save that for the second date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7525662770579651312?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7525662770579651312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7525662770579651312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7525662770579651312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7525662770579651312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/us-embarrassing.html' title='us? embarrassing?'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHlWGc1pApI/AAAAAAAAAyA/c3e-bmNLkFE/s72-c/first+date+001blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-413075567307262548</id><published>2008-07-12T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:51.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>then and now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHkIeNgC8oI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VWtaODNMMPE/s1600-h/mesamain_now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222214558025970306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHkIeNgC8oI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VWtaODNMMPE/s320/mesamain_now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ran across this fun site in the morning newspaper today and found it very entertaining--and so did my kids. If you live in Arizona and want to see how much it's changed, go &lt;a href="http://azpbs.org/arizonastories/thenandnow.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-413075567307262548?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/413075567307262548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=413075567307262548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/413075567307262548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/413075567307262548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/then-and-now.html' title='then and now'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHkIeNgC8oI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VWtaODNMMPE/s72-c/mesamain_now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-829551459369999358</id><published>2008-07-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:51.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie propaganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHfqfGX8AkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/p22puwtHWlc/s1600-h/walle13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221900112967238210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHfqfGX8AkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/p22puwtHWlc/s400/walle13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite how cute the two little robots are and all the great &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/wall_e/"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt;, I didn't like &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/wall-e/"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/a&gt; at all. This "social commentary disguised as a cartoon" has a simplistic yet overbearing message that our planet is doomed if we don't change and fast. I kept waiting for a robot named Al Gore complete with a vote Obama pin to swoop in and save the day. &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2195126/?GT1=38001"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is an article that you should read if you want to see the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-829551459369999358?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/829551459369999358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=829551459369999358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/829551459369999358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/829551459369999358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/despite-how-cute-two-little-robots-are.html' title='movie propaganda'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHfqfGX8AkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/p22puwtHWlc/s72-c/walle13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7606251577173870304</id><published>2008-07-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:51.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monsoon reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbVTWiJTBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/gp8jR2zaGks/s1600-h/monsoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221595346425695250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbVTWiJTBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/gp8jR2zaGks/s400/monsoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Clint and I first moved to Arizona, we heard about monsoon season and wondered if it really existed. We found it hard to believe that it could rain here enough to call it a monsoon. More than a decade later, we are believers. Yesterday it rained over two inches here in an hour. Our kids (and a couple friends) celebrated the cooling downpour by playing in the rain and then "warming up" with ice cream sundaes. Only in Arizona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7606251577173870304?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7606251577173870304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7606251577173870304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7606251577173870304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7606251577173870304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/monsoon-reality.html' title='monsoon reality'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbVTWiJTBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/gp8jR2zaGks/s72-c/monsoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-5183672297016289523</id><published>2008-07-10T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:52.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dysfunctional computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbRvp3a4nI/AAAAAAAAAxA/1a4vWaocWxA/s1600-h/internetexploitericon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221591434605027954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbRvp3a4nI/AAAAAAAAAxA/1a4vWaocWxA/s320/internetexploitericon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You may have tangible wealth untold; Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be --I have a husband who can fix my internet for me." Thanks, Clint! It was a long day without my internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-5183672297016289523?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/5183672297016289523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=5183672297016289523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5183672297016289523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/5183672297016289523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/dysfunctional-computer.html' title='dysfunctional computer'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbRvp3a4nI/AAAAAAAAAxA/1a4vWaocWxA/s72-c/internetexploitericon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745167851535604445.post-7976645552678999975</id><published>2008-07-10T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:20:52.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new career idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbUDHZ-qyI/AAAAAAAAAxI/FOeTofi3dzQ/s1600-h/mafia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221593967975377698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbUDHZ-qyI/AAAAAAAAAxI/FOeTofi3dzQ/s400/mafia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I hate personality tests. I'm always sad when I get the results--is that really me? I also try to "cheat" the test and answer the way I think is the better answer (after all, it worked on college tests--trying to answer the way the teacher would want) and it didn't help at all. Despite my better judgement, I tried &lt;a href="http://www.41q.com/"&gt;another one &lt;/a&gt;that a friend recommended. Really? Is this me? Could I be anymore boring? Pass the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. Strange but I never really considered being a mafia don as an occupation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your personality type&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Practical, traditional and organized. Likely to be athletic. Not interested in theory or abstraction unless they see the practical application. Have clear visions of the way things should be. Loyal and hard-working. Like to be in charge. Exceptionally capable in organizing and running activities. 'Good citizens' who value security and peaceful living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Careers that could fit you includes&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Military, business administrators, managers, police/detective work, judges, financial officers, teachers, sales representatives, government workers, insurance agents, underwriters, nursing administrators, trade and technical teachers, (mafia dons).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745167851535604445-7976645552678999975?l=bemary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/feeds/7976645552678999975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745167851535604445&amp;postID=7976645552678999975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7976645552678999975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745167851535604445/posts/default/7976645552678999975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemary.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-career-idea.html' title='new career idea'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz9LQasOoVU/SHbUDHZ-qyI/AAAAAAAAAxI/FOeTofi3dzQ/s72-c/mafia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
